The 100: ONESHOTS

S6E2: What Have I Done

"Shut up!" Clarke screamed throwing the radio to the ground. Her mother's taunting words continued and Clarke screamed trying to block the sounds out.

Her yelling seemed to gain Bellamy's attention because in less than a second he had let go of Murphy and turned to Clarke.

The smile he gave when he had seen her was sickening. She had seen all different emotions and all the different facial expressions he made, but this one sent a shiver down her spine.

"Here we go again." He walked out of the water at a fast pace and grabbed Clarke by the shoulders before throwing her to the ground. "This time, you die, not me." He pressed his hands to her throat and she immediately felt herself start to gag.

This wasn't him, Clarke knew that. Bellamy would never purposely hurt her, even after everything she had done. She new that even after everything they had gone through together, he could always find a way to forgive her and they would always find their way back to each other.

Clarke started to reach beside her, feeling for anything that she could use. When she felt a cold blade press against her palm, Clarke brought the blade forward and straight into Bellamy's leg. His grip around her neck went slack as he cried out in pain. She didn't waste a moment to throw him off and get away.

Trying her best to ignore the burning in her throat as she ran towards Murphy and dragged him out the water. But she failed. She had only managed to drag him out enough to breathe again when she was pulled back by a strong force again.

Bellamy pinned her to the ground again, this time, with a gun in his right hand. He aimed it straight at her head and Clarke whimpered feeling helpless.

This is it. She thought. This is how she was going down. Bellamy was finally going to end her. He was finally gonna give up on her.

She closed her eyes, waiting to feel the bullet go through her brain. Fighting was pointless now, Bellamy had the perfect shot of her and knowing him, he wasn't going to miss.

Clarke waited patiently for the impact of the bullet, but it never came. She felt something, but it was the opposite of what she was expecting to happen.

Murphy had Bellamy in a headlock under his arm giving Clarke leverage to get out of his hold. Clarke managed to get up to help Murphy. She kicked Bellamy's side and punched him in the jaw, but Bellamy was too strong for both of them.

He slashed Murphy's thigh, not deep enough to kill him, but enough for him to wince in pain. Using his moment of weakness, Bellamy pushed the boy off of him and surged for Clarke again.

She managed to dodge his attack but he had grabbed ahold of the gun again. He pointed it at her and Clarke slowly raised her hands above her head. "Bellamy, this isn't you... you don't want to do this."

"How would you know Clarke? Like I said, 'I don't need you anymore'." Bellamy growled through gritted teeth.

A gas filled the air and Clarke could almost feel herself start to sway on the spot. Her vision was beginning to get hazy and she could see black spots.

Clarke ignored it, looking over to Murphy who had released the gas and was limping towards Bellamy. He tackled Bellamy to the ground but not before Bellamy could pull the trigger.

A scream pierced the air and Clarke looked around, searching for the source of the sound. Both boys were looking at her, their eyes hazy but still with prominent emotions.

Bellamy was still looking at Clarke with that wicked grin before he eventually passed out, gun still in his hands, pointed towards Clarke. But what concerned Clarke, was that Murphy's gaze was somewhere else. His eyes seemed to closed in one a spot on her stomach with a look of pure horror. He struggled to drag himself towards her before his eyes closed and he went limp beside Bellamy.