Surrendering Sanity

You Can't Hide Forever

Bellamy woke to the familiar sight of his tents ceiling. His head pounding, confusion in his still muddy mind. The last thing he remembered being the feel of Casey's hand leaving his. Octavia screaming her name, his own, and then there had been darkness.

Hearing the soft shuffling of feet the man glanced to its source. Expecting to find his freckled woman at his side. But only his sister was present. Octavia pacing impatiently across the room. Her features twisted with worry.

"Hey."

She had gasped at the sound of his call, tears filling O's eyes as she looked over. Bellamy hating the sight of them, yet relieved to see them as well. Things between him and his sister not going the best since coming to earth, but at least she stilled cared. And she'd moved instantly to his side as the tears began to fall.

"Hey."

Bellamy ignored the ache to his skull as he slowly pulled himself into a sitting position. Octavia's hands hovering over him as she wanted to help, but wasn't sure how. Taking a hand in his the man gave it a reassuring squeeze. Nodding to silently assure his sister he was fine.

Even if he really wasn't sure. It didn't matter right now.

"Where is Murphy?"

Though he hadn't seen his assailant. The older Blake didn't need to ask, he knew it'd been the bastard. A snarl pulling at the man's features as he felt his anger rising. A destructive rage that had been steadily building overtime finally released. Bellamy wanting to let it run freely. Demanding retribution.

"He left camp." Seeming to know he intended on leaving, O stepped back to allow her brother to rise to his feet. Her own featured twisting with anger at the thought of Murphy. At perhaps this whole situation. "Clarke and Finn took Charlotte, he followed. No ones come back yet."

Bellamy gathered his weapons and headed for the door, Octavia close behind him. And as he'd brushed the flap open and darkness greated them he had paused. The presence of night telling him just how long he'd been out. Murphy rampaging freely for what must of been hours now.

"Where's Casey."

It hadn't been a question. More a dread filled statement. Because he knew she wouldn't just be doing nothing. Unless something was wrong. And the answering frown that had graced his sisters lips only made his concern grow stronger.

"She went down when you did. Jasper and Monty took her to the dropship."

Bellamy was instantly angered by that. Walking out into the night with a growl. Casey had been hurt. Was hurt. And they'd taken her away from him. The worst part of it all being that John Murphy had been the one to harm her. Again. And again, Bellamy hadn't protected her.

Murphy was a dead man.

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It hadn't been hard to find them. Murphy's shouted demands breaking the eerie silence that lingered in the thick of the woods. The torches he and his goons carried bobbing in the darkness like beacons.

The fools really should of left the torches behind. It actually limiting what they could see. The moonlight breaking through the canopy above all the light you would need. It only took patience to allow your eyes the time to adjust.

But the woman supposed it worked in her favor that they had them.

Casey abandoning the trail of Clarke and the others in favor of the easier target. The woman kept herself hidden. Putting care into ever step she took, moving purposefully silent. Arrow notched and bow at the ready before her as the brunette dropped into a crouch.