Chapter 11

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Chaos. Utter and absolute chaos is what followed Clarke's revelation.

Still hand in hand, Nova and Murphy sprinted in the opposite direction, only for Murphy to be tripped, brining Nova down with him.

Dread and panic washed through Nova as she was lying face down on the ground, the thick mud dirtying her porcelain skin.
She lifted her gaze far enough to see Murphy gagged and dragged away bloody and bruised. With her aching joints and bones from the stampede of people, Nova slowly lifted herself from the ground and hobbled in the direction on the execution.

"Stop! Please! Please!" Nova begged, clenching onto Octavia as a source of balance.

"Nova, look at me, it's going to be okay." Octavia told the brunette. Nova new better. Nothing was going to be okay on the ground if we started to kill one another.

Nova tried to move through the crowd but Octavia held a firm grip.
"Let. Me. Go." She said through clenched teeth. Octavia released the girl and watched helplessly as she marched straight through the crowd with a limp and a face full of fury.

A wave of pain crashed over Nova as she spotted Murphy with a rope around his neck. Her knees went weak and her heart began to beat at a faster pace.

"Bellamy! You can stop this! Please!" Nova begged, walking up to the eldest Blake who stood with a solemn look.

Bellamy looked at Nova, with her mud caked features and a bruise forming just below her cheekbone. She looked broken.
"What am I supposed to do?" Bellamy said, exasperated.
"Um I don't know bake some bread......I want you to stop this!"
Before Bellamy could retort, Clarke stormed over full of rage and regret.

"YOU CAN STOP THIS!" She yelled, pushing Bellamy back by his chest.

"Bellamy! You should do it." The boy said, creating a chant the echoed around the Forrest.
"Bellamy! Bellamy! Bellamy!"

"Please....don't." Nova pleaded. Bellamy almost faltered, looking at her frail figure but he took a step towards Murphy.

The chant grew louder as Bellamy came closer and eventually turned into white noise as he kicked the chest underneath Murphy's feet.

Things ran in slow motion for Nova. His body dangling, struggling for air, the crowd of delinquents going wild at the sight. Her blood ran cold as she staggered back. How could they do this?

"What the hell are you doing!!" Finn yelled, emerging from the foliage behind.
Suddenly things started to return to normal speed at the sight of Finn. Nova ran to him, hurrying him to the front of the crowd.

The whole of earth was in a riot.

"Just stop okay. Murphy didn't kill Wells. I did."

Charlottes confession froze everyone.

"Cut him down now!" Nova yelled finally.




"Bring her out Bellamy!"
Nova winced from inside the tent at Murphy's yelling.

"Why Charlotte?" Bellamy asks as Nova paced around the tent.
"I was just trying to slay demons..like you told me."

"What the hell is she talking about?" Clarke questioned.

"She misunderstood me...Charlotte that is not what I was talking about. Nova?" Bellamy looked to the girl for help.

"Don't look at me, I'm to sober for this." Nova was furious at Bellamy, for kicking that chest to end his life.

"BRING THE GIRL OUT NOW!"

"If you guys have any bright ideas speak up."
Finn, Clarke and Nova remained silent.

"Now you stay quiet."
"Those are your boys out there!" Finn fired back.
"This is not my fault. If she'd have listened to me those idiots will still be building a wall."

"I'll go out and talk to him." Nova concluded.
"No way." Finn spoke.
"Finn, I'll be fine, Murphy's not going to hurt me and plus, it will give you three a chance to get Charlotte out of here."
"You're not going out there on your own. Finn, Clarke, you take Charlotte and me and Nova will try to calm him down." Bellamy finished.

Finn looked to Nova for any sign she needed help but she didn't give one.
"You want to build a society princess? Bring the girl out!" Murphy yelled.

"Go, I'll be fine." Nova said to Finn. She watched with worry as Clarke and Finn hurried out of the tent with Charlotte, leaving her behind.

"You ready?"
"As I'll ever be."

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