Survivors

Chapter 19- Murderous Mystery

Clarke Griffen:

Searing pain. All that runs through my mind, is the searing pain that runs through my lower back. Warm blood drips out of my nose and the coppery taste fills my mouth. Bellamy must have found me because I hear a faint yelling and shaking on my shoulder, but the ringing in my ears drown it out.
Two strong arms pick me up as a hoarded sting climbs up my back and a violent groan escapes my mouth. I can tell that the person is taking somewhere because I bounce in their arms. Then, I'm laid on a metal table, in the drop-ship probably, and I can make out the voices as the ringing dies down.

"What happened?"

"Is she okay?"

"Who did this?" The voices ring out questions that make me burn in rage. Why won't they stop asking questions and help me?!?

"Enough, enough! I walked away and she was lying there, dying. Nothing seems to be changing so can someone help?!? I only do combat not medicine!" The rough voice belongs to Bellamy. He sounds frustrated, irritated, upset and worried at the same time. Cold hands pull up my shirt halfway. The goopy blood sticks to my shirt and I hiss as the air bites at the wound.

"Get some water and alcohol." I hear Bellamy say. Several feet rustle and others shout more orders. "Hold on, Clarke. We need you." My heart rushes but I don't think that it's out of pain.

"It's still bleeding. We need to burn it." Finn yells.

"Here, use this." The swoosh of a torch and clink of a knife indicate what's going to happen.

Bellamy Blake:

Burn her?!? How is this going to help the situation?!? I know that it stops the bleeding, but it will bring more pain upon the princess. My princess.

"Wait-" I hold out my hand in objection, but Nicole cuts me off.

"It's the only way Bellamy." Her dark eyes penetrate me in fear. She's so well built that it scares me. It makes me feel intimidated whenever I'm around her. No wonder she survived the war. I look from the buff girl to the skinny Clarke. Such a difference. Clarke may be smaller in size, but she has a bigger heart.

"Okay, here I go." Finn says under his breath, making sure that he places the brightened knife on Clarke's lower back, perfectly. She inches her back up and screams. My stomach drops.

"Stop! Your hurting her!" I yell and swat Finn's hand away. Jasper holds me back.

"No stop, please." Finn holds the knife over the torch to reheat it. He exchanges glances with me. I bet he enjoys burning her. I jerk try's to practically run the camp. "I need you to hold her down."

"Absolutely not." I spit. He also must enjoy taunting me.

"Bellamy, do you want to help her? Do you really care for her enough?"
I nod my head slowly. I have to show that I'm not afraid to show my feelings after the death of my sister. "Then do it." It takes me awhile to process the thoughts, but I slowly walk back over to Clarke. Her blood boils on her back. The smell of burnt flesh makes me contort and gag, but nothing comes up thanks to the lack of rations. I grab Clarke's shoulders and force her to look at me. She's trying to be strong, but fear try's to take charge.

"Make it quick." Clarke mumbles. I smile at hearing her voice. She hasn't spoken since the incident. Finn places the knife once more on her back and once more, she screams.

"Where's Ali?" I hear a voice say. I look over to the bed she laid in, and found it empty. She was the one who stabbed Clarke. She was the one who set us up.