"Bring out the girl, Bellamy!" Murphy taunted outside the tent.
Bellamy groaned, a saddened expression on his face, "Why, Charlotte?"
Her eyes were full of tears as she answered, "I was just trying to slay my demons, like you told me too."
Clarke whipped around, fire blazing in those electric eyes, "What is she talking about?"
Bellamy held his hand out, "She misunderstood me. Charlotte, that is not what I meant."
"Bring out the girl now!"
Charlotte's tears splashed over her cheeks, and she turned to Scythe, voice cracking, "Please don't let them hurt me, Scythe."
Scythe said nothing, kept her arms crossed over her chest, not a shred of emotion other than a grave mask on her face. It didn't matter that Charlotte had blonde hair instead of black, it didn't matter that her eyes were round and wide instead of narrow and slanted.
At the moment, Scythe might as well have been looking in the mirror.
It was Clarke who comforted her, "Nobody is going to hurt you."
"If any of you have any bright ideas speak up," Bellamy said to our group. Nobody said anything and he scoffed, "Now you stay quiet."
"Those are your boys out there," Clarke spat.
Bellamy scoffed, "This is not my fault, if you had listened to me, those idiots would still be building the wall."
Who knew that after all of the precautions against Grounders, the real threat would be a civil war?
Murphy banged on the door, "You want to build a society, princess? Let's build a society. Bring her out!"
Scythe was angry. Angry at Charlotte for throwing away the innocence Scythe wished she could have back, and for what? Killing a boy for the crimes of his father?
But that didn't change the fact that she was still a little girl. Still a child that was being hunted.
Scythe knew what that was like.
"Alright fine. You three go out the back door, I'll take care of Murphy," Scythe said, not looking at Charlotte.
Clarke took her hand and got ready to leave. Bellamy gave Scythe a worried look, "Be careful."
She loosened her shoulders, "Not a chance."
She looked at Charlotte and spoke to her for the first time since she had met her, saying slowly so that she would understand, "We will fight for you, but you have to fight for us."
She didn't realize at the time that it would not only be the first thing she ever said to Charlotte, but also the last.
Scythe walked out of the tent while the others ran out the back. She was met with Murphy's fiery eyes, "Well, well, well, look who decided to join us. Bellamy's second in command. How cute."
Scythe took a menacing step forward, "Dial it down and back off."
She was sorry. So sorry that Murphy had been innocent and punished. She would not make that mistake again. She sympathized with his struggle, empathized with it. But this rage? This rage needed to stop.
He took a step forwards as well, trying to prove he wasn't afraid of her, "Or you'll what? You'll hang me?"
"Maybe I will."
His expression darkened and Scythe could see the bruising around his neck from where the rope had been strung, "Where's the girl, Scythe?"
Scythe crossed her arms, "She's safe."
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Scythe || Bellamy Blake
Fanfiction||COMPLETED|| She was not a hero. It wasn't because she lacked bravery or because she lacked humanity. It was because she was a weapon. Nothing less, and certainly nothing more. ~*~*~ Scythe's voice did not waiver, "There are reasons that people t...
