Our Salvation || Bellamy Blake

{ 10 } Divided

Murphy turns and bolts, but not before someone sticks a foot out to trip him knocking Murphy to the ground. They begin to kick him, beating him senselessly.

    "No! Stop it!" I yell, fighting through the people and trying to block them from Murphy.

    "Get off him!" Clarke yells from across, and I swallow. They weren't going to listen, not to us. I ball my fists by my side, swinging at someone who kicks at him relentlessly.

Clarke stops by my side, and my eyes burn into hers, neither of us letting it go. "Next time, think before you act." I mutter to her. I didn't mean it as a immature jab, but to remind her she doesn't need to make rash decisions on her own. She has Bellamy and I, Finn even to help.

It blows right to his cheek, an angry red mark appearing. His anger only increases, directed at me this time. The teen rushes towards me, shoving me to the ground with all his force.

People push to get past me, someone grabbing my arm to help me up. I look up to see Finn, and I stumble up, seething with anger.

They begin to gag Murphy, and I turn to run back and stop them, but Finn's grip on me doesn't loosen. "Let go of me!" I shout, feeling helpless as his hands grip my waist, holding me back.

    "They'll kill him!" I shout, struggling against him. I look to my left, seeing Octavia in the same position as me. "Finn, I can stop this!"

    "No you can't, Avalon. That's on him." Finn jerks his head towards Bellamy, and my eyes dart over to him. His eyes are cold as they kick Murphy down a hill, sending him flying.

Connor punches him, proceeding to throw a rope over a tree. No. Hanging him? With one last push, I fight my way out of Finn's arms, rushing to Bellamy.

    "You can stop this, Bellamy please. They listen to you!" I say, my voice low and pleading, searching his eyes for any sign of emotion.

A muscle in his jaw feathers as he just stares back at me silently, at a loss for words.

    "Do something!" I shove his chest, and he's unprepared stumbling slightly. Murphy stands on a stool, his posture stick straight as they prepare to hang him.

    "It's too late Princess." Bellamy mutters, crossing his arms over his chest. My eyes narrow, nostrils flaming at his words. I hated Murphy, but if this happened, it would keep happening.

Connor creeps up behind me, and Bellamy nods to get my attention. "Bellamy," He states, a sick grin on his face. "You should do it!"He finishes, and my jaw goes slack. I actually helped him.

    "Enough!" I shout as a last resort. It's silent, as if they were considering. Then, the crowd begins to chant his name, I shake my head. I widen my eyes, shaking Bellamy.

    "You're not a killer Bellamy. You save people, help us survive! Do you really want to turn into one? I saw you with Atom, you couldn't. So don't do it now." I plead, no longer caring how weak I sounded. I had fought with Murphy, threatened to kill him. But if he dies today, how many more of our own people would we kill?

His eyes flicker to me, his lips parting. For a second, I thought he reconsidered, saw we could figure this out. Punish him the right way. Then, his copper eyes flick to Murphy and back, suddenly cold. "No," I whisper as he turns, sauntering towards Murphy.

   "Bellamy!" I wrap my hands around his arm, trying anything to stop him from becoming a murderer. He uses an arm to keep me away, my outstretched fingers trying to grasp the axe.

In the blink of an eye, he swigs the axe, and I hold my breath. The rope swiftly cuts , making Murphy fall, hanging by his neck.

Bellamy silently puts the axe away, and my mouth drops open. I know he did what he thought best for the people, but this was different. He wants to stay in control, so he listens to them.