𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, bellamy blake ¹

34; something i'm good at

"We love the things we love for what they are."

― Robert Frost

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NAOMI WAITED IN SILENCE, LISTENING TO THE TALKING ON BELLAMY'S RADIO WITH NARROWED EYES. "You know what will happen to me if you tell Bellamy." That was Murphy.

Naomi's lips curled into a snarl. She pulled the walkie out of Bellamy's hands, lifting the radio to her lips. "Tell Bellamy what?" she snapped. There was silence on the other side of the line—the only noise that could be heard was Naomi and Bellamy's ragged breathing.

The radio crackled. "Murphy has a gun. He killed Myles—" There was a resounding crack and Jasper's grunt.

"Murphy, what the hell are you doing?" Bellamy barked, pulling the radio back from her. Naomi's head snapped towards the drop-ship and she ran moved it. Metal began to creak as the door slowly closed.

Naomi yelled, racing towards. Bellamy followed close behind. She knocked over a couple as she leapt over their log. With a cry she jumped for the door of the drop-ship as it squealed shut. She threw herself against it in anger, pounding her fists against the metal. "Murphy!" she screamed.

Bellamy yelled beside her. "Murphy! Murphy! Open the damn door!" Naomi heaved herself against it again, jumping for the top of the door. It was tightly closed now. She yelled in anger, clawing her fingers down it.

"You try to be a hero, Jasper dies!"

Noe screamed again and kicked the door. "You asshole!" she cried, punching the metal with her aching knuckles. She heaved one last kick before she rested her forehead against the door. Bellamy sighed out behind her, rubbing a hand over his face. Naomi leant against the door—panting. She felt a hand on her waist. Bellamy pressed his chin against her shoulder.

"We'll get him back."

Naomi licked her lips and placed her hands on Bellamy's arms, which were wrapped tightly around her middle. She leant her head back onto him. "Murphy will never give him back." She glanced away and out to the forest. "We'll have to wait. Bargain—he'll want me."

Bellamy pulled away. "And why would he want you?"

Naomi raised her eyebrows and shook her head. "He knows I was the assassin," she said with a low voice.

"What?"

The girl turned back towards the door and put her hand on it. "We have to get Jasper back. Murphy will kill him." She pulled her face into a frown and slammed her fist against the door once again. "Dammit!"

Bellamy took her hand, rubbing his thumb over the aching skin. "We'll get him back."

She looked into his eyes for a moment, searching for any doubt. After a moment she turned her head away and slumped back against the drop-ship wall. She crossed her arms over her chest. "We will," she confirmed.

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Naomi swung her sword, making slashing movements at an invisible opponent. The campers around watched her cautiously and made sure to give her distance. They didn't trust her—of course. She lunged forward and her sword sparked off the wall of the drop-ship. She turned and thrust again, successfully taking off a slice of grey paint. She swung out with a cry, kicking her leg and executing a spin. Naomi's sword glanced off the surface of the drop-ship for what seemed like hours, imagining it was Murphy. She felt each second pass.

"I just heard Murphy has Jasper!" Octavia ran up behind her. Naomi growled and lunged forward, digging the blade through the thin gap between the wall and the door. With a hiss, she dragged back and pulled the sword from the crevice.