Prisoner 83 | the 100

chapter twenty

Now, the hundred could only rely on Raven to save Bellamy's life and to stop Murphy's psychotic break. The mechanic had discovered a loose panel in the back of the dropship that she had managed to pop open and had begun crawling through it. She was surrounded by tanks and many, many, many wires. This mess of tangled wires was her version of Heaven. "Very cool," Raven was in awe as she looked around at all of the wires.

"Stop thinking like a mechanic and find me something to shoot through," Jasper ordered, taking Bellamy's offer personally. The curly haired brunette had saved his life, it was only fair that he returned the favor. Bellamy sacrificed himself just to save Jasper, even after the once google-wearing teenage boy had criticized his leadership skills and insulted him (both of these events only having taken place hours before). Even though Bellamy did not care much for him, the brunette was still willing to risk his life for the younger man. That meant something to Jasper, it stirred up a feeling in him that could only be called loyalty to his curly haired leader.

Raven nodded before snapping back, "Well, this mechanic's gonna hotwire the door." At first, Raven had hated Bellamy with every fiber of her being. She hated him because he ripped her radio from her pod, because he only seemed to care about what was best for him, and because he overall an egotistical, narcissistic, self-absorbed ass. But, time had passed and Raven realized that he wasn't such a bad person after all. Sure, Bellamy was still as arrogant and rude as ever, but he was a strong leader that sometimes had the ability to show compassion. He had shown Raven just how compassionate he could be when he convinced her to stay in camp. He had allowed Raven to use him just so she could have the chance to possibly feel better. He didn't treat her like she was his weak subordinate, he treated her like the smart, skilled woman that she was. And that meant everything to her. The only feeling racing through her now was one of worry. She had to prove to Bellamy that she could do this, she had to prove that to herself, too. She couldn't fail. Her leader was depending on her.

From the first level of the metal contraption the hundred had come to the ground to in, Bellamy was trying to use reverse psychology to stall Murphy from killing him. So far, the curly haired brunette was unable to tell if it was working. But he would not give up, he was not ready to die. He would say anything and everything to make sure he walked out of the dropship alive so he could save the camp from the wrath of the Grounders.

As Raven and Jasper looked for the door's circuit in silence after having debated the importance of being quiet so that Murphy could not hear them, they overheard their leader say, "You know this isn't what Hazel would want." Both of the delinquents under the dropship cringed, knowing that discussing their best medic was a sore topic for Bellamy and Murphy. Not only was it hard for Raven to hear the dirty blonde's name, but she knew it was even more difficult for Bellamy to use it. The bubbly medic's absence was taking a toll on their leader, and it definitely played a major role in Murphy's psychotic episode.

"Don't say her name," Murphy aggressively growled back.

But the curly haired brunette didn't listen. "She cares for me, I mean something to her. If she were here, you know she'd take my side and do anything to save me. Hazel would pick me over you. I matter to her—my life matters to her. That's why she told you she would stay away from me, right? She didn't want to upset you. But she didn't stay away, she couldn't."

"Shut up!"

"She loved me," Bellamy continued, "we've been together for a while, not long after you were banished. She was destroyed after you left, and she relied on me for comfort. Your banishment broke her, and I was left to put her back together. Hazel loved me, just as much as she loved you. Are you really going to take that away from her? Dead or not, you're disrespecting her memory—"