𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, bellamy blake ¹

30; she's a murderer

"The marks humans leave are too often scars."

― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

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"WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE?"

Naomi made no hesitation, shoving past her friends. She curled her lips in a snarl. His shirt was torn to shreds, slipping over his shoulder. Bloods, fresh and dried, lay along his face and limbs. His hands were soaked in it. Cuts lay across all surfaces on his skin and he shook against the drop-ship wall, lips trembling.

She grabbed him by the shoulders as he winced beneath her rough hands. Naomi shoved Murphy against the wall with a cry, winding her fingers in his shirt. He trembled, shaking for breath. She bared her teeth and pushed him harder into the metal wall.

"How dare you come back here?" she snarled at Murphy. "How fucking dare you! After what you did?" She dug her nails into her collarbone.

Clarke and Finn cried out at her sudden outburst, pulling her off of a startled John Murphy and onto the floor. She screamed at them until Bellamy gripped at her arms.

Finn stepped away from her. "Get her out of here."

Naomi lashed out. "No!"

"He said he was tortured by Grounders," said Clarke. Bellamy looked up, still holding down Naomi. She slowly calmed under him, heaving with breath and un-fallen tears. She gave Murphy one last vicious kick before Bellamy wrangled her away.

"We're getting rid of him, Dove," Bellamy told her.

"No. He could have information that could help us."

Naomi lashed out again. "Like what? I know everything about the Grounders—and I know they would never torture someone!"

"Clarke. Think about Charlotte!"

Naomi began to cry then, slamming her fist into the ground so the skin split against the metal. She sobbed against Bellamy's chest, dragging her fingernails up to her face. She was still tired from a recent sleep—something which now felt unnatural to her. Her body heaved with sobs and she rocked herself gently.

Clark knelt down beside Murphy. She lifted up his hand. "He's not lying. His fingernails were torn off. They tortured him."

Noe wailed, pushing back into Bellamy's arms. "No, they wouldn't torture."

"Seems like you're wrong about them, Dove."

Naomi shoved him hard, kicking out. She struck him across the face once, heaving with breath. He stumbled back, surprised.

Her lips were parted in a silent cry, mouth cracked and dry. "Stop it, Bellamy," she told him. "Stop telling me I'm wrong about everything." Throwing her hands up in her hair, she left the drop-ship, in clear distress. Blood matted with her blonde locks as she twisted her fingers in the tangles, pulling too hard and beginning to cry again. She put her hands over her face and ignored the stares.

She walked into the forest, straight past the concerned guards. There she climbed a tree, like always when she needed to get away. She sat in the branches for what seemed to be hours, staring at the sun in the distance. The gods must hate her, she thought to herself. Everything always came back to her. Perhaps it was revenge for all the hate she had caused—the Goddess Lata was working her way into her heart.

A giant eagle perched on the branch above her. It had four wings raised towards the sky, a majestic deep brown that shone against the light. It peered at her with flaxen-yellow eyes, beak snapping once before it took off on all four wings. She watched it soar into the distance until it circled for prey. Then it dove and she didn't see it rise again.