Prisoner 83 | the 100

chapter eight

"He deserves to die," Bellamy pointed at the injured boy, who was currently being treated by Hazel (as best as she could due to her own injuries) who had just recovered from being thrown across the forest floor. Hazel's hands were shaking as she tried to stop Murphy's face from bleeding and struggled to find the source. There was more than one.

Clarke screamed out, "No! We don't decide who lives and dies. Not down here." As the two leaders fought about what would be the consequences for Murphy's actions, Hazel sobbed into his chest, allowing him to hold her tightly. She was muttering curse words at him for going as far as he had. The lanky male had definitely crossed a line.

Murphy was never one to follow the rules, or even fit into society. He was not good at making friends, he never had been. The teen never thought with his head, he only impulsively acted or ran his mouth when he was not supposed to. That was why no one ever stuck around him long enough. He was a pessimistic, pain in the ass who pushed people away before they could really get to know him. Well, he pushed everyone but Hazel away. She was the only one to stick around and put up with his shit. And that was why he allowed himself to feel, because of her. So as she cried into his chest, he felt a few bloody tears of his own fall from his bruised, swollen eyes.

"So help me, God, if you say the people have a right to decide. . ." the male Blake trailed off as he glared at the blonde princess.

And Clarke continued, "No, I was wrong before, okay? You were right. Sometimes it's dangerous to tell people the truth. But if we're gonna survive down here, we can't just live by whatever the hell we want. We need rules."

"And who makes those rules, huh? You?"

Clarke nodded, "For now, we make the rules. Okay?"

Bellamy ran his calloused (and slightly swollen) hand through his hair as he moved from foot to foot, still riled up with anger. He glanced over the blonde's shoulder to see the two friends holding onto each other from the ground, which only made him more angry. He didn't understand how easily Hazel was able to forgive Murphy for everything he had done. It just didn't make sense. "So, what, then? We just take him back and pretend like it never happened?" Bellamy wouldn't let that happen, even if the blonde princess said yes. But she didn't. Clarke didn't say yes.

"No, we banish him."

He considered her words. Hazel froze as she waited for their leader to decide the fate of her best friend. Her sobbing had ceased and she began to listen to every breath Murphy took. She was savoring the sound because she knew it was possible that each breath could be his last. "Get up," Bellamy harshly ordered Murphy. Finn forcibly pulled his distraught sister away from her best friend's weakened body.

Clarke reached for his arm, "Bellamy! Stop!" But it was already done. Bellamy had dragged Murphy to the edge of the cliff to enhance the severity of his threat, "If I ever catch you near camp, we'll be back here. Understand?" Murphy nodded. Hazel was back to crying again, not being able to stand the thought of losing the lanky brunette she had come to know as her best friend.

Letting the bloody, beaten male go, Bellamy stood and turned to the four who had originally come with Murphy on their quest to find Charlotte. "As for the four of you, you can come back and follow me, or go off with him to die. Your choice."

As soon as her brother let her go, Hazel hurried back to her best friend and pulled him away from the edge of the cliff at a surprisingly fast pace. Since she couldn't bear the thought of knowing he would be alone outside camp walls and be completely vulnerable, she made a decision. Hazel would be staying with him—if he was banished, so was she. The dirty blonde wasn't going to leave his side. "You're gonna be okay. Don't worry, I'm not gonna leave you." Murphy attempted to smile at Hazel, but all she could see was blood. It was everywhere, pouring out of his nose, mouth, and eyes.