Romeo and Juliet

Chapter Twenty-Two

Did a drawing of Alycia for art

Bellamy. Bellamy... Bellamy!" Miller repeated until the boy responded, a look of anguish on his face. The darker boy's eyes were impatient, and his hands were fidgeting, unsure of what to do.

"Y-yeah?" He asked, his figure laid upon the fur-covered bed. "Sorry... what's up?" Bellamy asked, facing Miller. Still, part of him was distant, entrapped in memories of Clarke and him while his organic part stared through Miller's shape.

"Murphy- Murphy found someone." Bellamy shot up, pushing past Miller as he raced out of the tent, his blood roaring between his ears. "It's not-"

"Let me go!" Bellamy raced forward, seeing Murphy holding a knife to... Finn. It was Finn. Bellamy didn't know whether he wished Clarke was found or not, that way he could save her.

"Murphy! Let him go! He tried to stop your hanging, he was the one who cut you down!" Bellamy yelled, pushing Murphy past Finn, saving the coward's life. "You stabbed Clarke." He growled, holding the boy by his collar. "You're a selfish prick."

"Just because I hurt your fuckbuddy?" Murphy asked, quickly regretting it as Bellamy threw him back into a crowd of kids behind the two.

"If we didn't need you, you'd be dead fifty times over. Do you think you'll start with a clean slate after this? I'm giving you the chance to stop right now, and when Clarke and Charlotte return, you're going to leave them alone. Whether you like it or not." Bellamy snarled, dropping Murphy to the ground, not looking as the boy slunk back into the woods, along with his gang.

"Bellamy, I-"

"Cut the shit, where's Clarke and Charlotte?" Bellamy asked Jasper, Octavia, and Monty right behind him suddenly, the same look on all of their faces: desperation.

"Did Murphy hit you?" Octavia asked, noticing a bruise on Finn's left cheek. The boy shook his head, a squirrelly expression hiding between his eyes.

"No, Clarke... I wanted to take Charlotte back here, though we could protect her... Clarke called me a coward... hit me." Finn grumbled. Bellamy smirked, imaging Clarke striking the boy who'd been doing nothing but flirting with her for a month. Cold sweat was lying over his head, and his right sleeve was dripping with blood, though it didn't seem to be his.

"So? Where are they? Are they okay?" Octavia asked, taking a break-ice-pack from her bag and cracking it, pushing it along Finn's head. "Dropship. Now." Bellamy nodded, beckoning the small group along as Finn limped behind, one of Murphy's lab-rats eyeing the group carefully.

"When they took me, Clarke ran and took Charlotte. They found- they found a bunker. They'll be safe from Murphy there, it's hidden." Finn winced as Octavia began sewing a small cut on his hand. She'd learned a lot from Clarke, both of the girls' boredom eating them away.

"Is Clarke's arm alright? Murphy stabbed her." Monty announced, holding Murphy's knife in his hand, picking the dirt underneath his fingernails with the very tip of the blade, careful to prevent blood spewing from above the flesh. "Finn."

"Y-yeah, she... I think she was fine. You know how she is, hiding everything. I got her to sew it up and everything, but she wouldn't use any of the painkillers in the bunker." Finn admitted his dead eyes not even able to look at any of his friends. Classic Griffin... that's not good, she's going to sever her stitches, make it worse. I should be out there looking for her, not worrying about our next hunt.

"Fuck, okay... is Charlotte alright?" Finn nodded, allowing a small breath to spread through the room. "God... shit." Octavia placed the room before running out of the ship, clearly upset.

"Do we go after them? They won't stand a chance." Jasper showed to be the only one with the capacity to speak. He gingerly eyed Bellamy as the older boy hid his wretchedness behind his eyes, his pupils exercised on the bloody watch on his wrist. "Murphy'll find them eventually."

"No, Clarke-Clarke has a gun... she'll shoot him if he tries to take Charlotte." Where'd she get a gun? Will she shoot him? In front of a child? Finn was stuttering, but slowly and surely regaining himself, his long hair scampering between the crevasses of his skin.

"Will she?" Monty said what everyone was thinking, and a horrifying silence spread between the delinquents, and the time slowly stirred into molasses. "This is Clarke we're talking about, the girl who didn't like it when we killed the animals during hunts."

"Well, we'll just have to hope Murphy doesn't find them then," Bellamy grunted, soon following his sister, but breaking away from her when he diverged to his tent, trying not to think of all the ways Clarke could be dying currently... he was supposed to be her protector, he swore he'd never let anything happen to her on the earth, but once again... he failed.

He failed with Octavia, and he failed with keeping Clarke safe, both on the Ark and on Earth. Goddamn idiot, her blood's on your hands, dumbass. He thought to himself, running his fingers through his hands. No, I'm going out to look for them... I'll be back before anyone even knows I'm gone.

"Bellamy, where are you going?" Nevermind. He turned around to face his little sister, her eyes already suspicious before he had a chance to part his lips.

"I'm... we need food, I'm going on a hunt."

"We both know that's glorified bullshit. I'm coming with you." Bellamy snorted and shook his head, pushing past his sister. "What, are you going to have one of your bitches babysit me again? I'm coming with you."

"Octavia, I respect that you're your own person, and normally I'd let you come with, but this is Murphy we're talking about. And it's dark, and with the grounders out there, I can't have you come with me."

"Bellamy-"

"Please, Octavia. I can't have you to worry about too." Bellamy pleaded. He only used his sister's full name when he was serious about something, and his expression matched his words. He was desperate to keep her here and safe as well. "Please."

"... fine. I'll make sure the camp doesn't catch on fire." Octavia grumbled and looked up at her brother. "Please don't let her die, Bellamy." She kissed his cheek, quickly walking off towards the stock of rations, her stomach suddenly rumbling with hunger.

"I won't." He whispered, but no one was around to hear as he slipped out of the safety of the camp's walls, his heart beater much quicker than it had before Finn returning. He was their only hope because he knew for a fact Clarke wouldn't shoot Murphy, especially in front of a child.