Oh Charlotte

[Clarke Griffin]

Bellamy Blake

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I will slit her throat, he said. Clarke felt the cold unforgiving metal against her throat. Part of her wanted to panic, to fight back, but the problem was: Before she could, he could easily pull the metal across her throat, ending her life, if he applied enough pressure. Murphy was ruthless. Murphy would cut deep, she assumed. He’d cut right through her vocal cords, everything. She’d be dead within seconds. He wanted Charlotte. He wanted to kill her, not Clarke, but he would go through with it. They had to protect the kid. She was just a kid, one of the youngest here! Hell even Bellamy was insanely protective over her and he had no problem with openly antagonizing others. Just as Bellamy told Murphy this wouldn’t happen, Clarke heard him snarl his fine, then the unthinkable happened: He cut. 

Her mouth opened in a silent scream, eyes opened wide, fear and pain obvious in them. He really did it! She felt the pain, the warm liquid trailing down her neck, to her chest. Murphy thrust her forward. He lurched to get to Charlotte, to kill her, while he left her helpless on the ground. But – she was still awake. The bloodflow was slower than it could have been. It was a swift but not too deep cut. If…. But Clarke heard the commotion. They wouldn’t help her.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

This wasn't happening. That was what Bellamy had said and well . . . apparently, it was happening. Murphy had done the unthinkable and slit Clarke's throat. "You son of a btich! What the hell did you do?!" Bellamy cried out. But too much was happening. Murphy made a move toward Charlotte and Bellamy continued to step between them, shoving his former ally back, hard enough to send him to the ground. Now Bellamy wasn't exactly a big fan of Clarke, but he didn't want her to die. She didn't deserve that, when she was trying to protect Charlotte, just like he was.

"Charlotte! Put pressure on her wound. Grab a cloth or someth--" Bellamy's words were cut off as Murphy charged at him, head butting him to the ground. If Charlotte was close to Clarke, then at least Bellamy would only have to protect one vicinity rather than have Charlotte in one spot and Clarke in the other. Besides, someone needed to tend to her wound because maybe, just maybe they could save her. "Hurry up, Charlotte!" He demanded, knowing the kid was scared but it had to be done. Where the hell did Finn go?! Bellamy struck Murphy across the jaw with his fist, taking advantage of the impact to change positions as he turned the man on his back, Bellamy sitting on top of him, striking him again and again. He was suddenly pulled off by the two other guys, causing him to stagger to the floor.

With Murphy free, Bellamy's eyes shot to Charlotte and Clarke, but the cockroach had moved quickly. John grabbed Charlotte, also causing her aid to Clarke to come to an end. Damn it! Bellamy looked between Clarke and Charlotte, trying to figure out what to do. "Tough choice there, boss?" Murphy asked tauntingly as he clutched Charlotte close to him. "Here, I'll make it easy for you!" With that, he proceeded to drag off Charlotte. "Murphy!" He yelled out, but . . . instinct took the self appointed leader to Clarke. He quickly rushed toward her, trying to see how bad the wound was. "Can you hear me?" He demanded, using the scrap of cloth Charlotte had to press against the blood oozing from her neck. "Damn it," he breathed out, his eyes raising to look at Murphy who was getting out of sight with Charlotte. "Clarke? Can you hear me?!" He demanded again, his voice getting more desperate and angry. Angry at the whole damn situation.

[Clarke Griffin]

Clarke tried to clutch her neck, the wound there, but it felt like she couldn’t move. She was still too shocked to move it appeared. She was still awake, having to endure the pain. She gasped softly, trying to breathe as evenly as possible, so she wouldn’t increase the bloodflow. She didn’t know if it was the right way, but she had to try it, had to try it all. Especially with how Bellamy seemed to try to save her, save them both. She knew it. He wanted none of them hurt in that situation. She got it coming, didn’t she? She had started it, she was paying for it now. Good, maybe. Finally she unfroze as Charlotte managed to do what she was told to do. She shakily pressed a shawl to Clarkes throat. Clarke moved her hand up to Charlottes, pressing down to make her press down harder. No point in being tentative about it. She was either pressing down or not and letting her bleed out. The poor girl. She was entirely overwhelmed with the situation. Clarke wished she could just hug her, but she couldn’t. Not only for the fact that Charlott was helping to stem the bleeding, Murphy pulled her off. The blonde tried to reach out, but she failed. She was too slow. 

She was too slow to help Charlotte and insanely slow at moving her hand back to her throat. It was the loss of blood. She would get dizzier and dizzier with every second. Murphy had won. And she got the punishment for her mistakes earlier. Good. But she still feared. Clarke expected Bellamy to choose the kid, but to her surprise he appeared in her line of vision. He came to her? Why. Charlotte was there. He had to help her. Instead he pressed the cloth to her throat. It hurt, but it was good pressure. “Y…es… he missed the… artery. How bad?”


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She was talking. Well that was definitely a good sign. He was no doctor but was still trying to quickly assess the situation. She said taht it missed the artery, and questioned how bad it is. "Well considering you're still breathing and talking, I'm gonna say not as bad as it could be," he answered honestly, a slight sarcasm in his voice because well, he didn't know how to treat her. He looked up again, Murphy and the others getting further in the distance . . . yet he felt compelled to stay with Clarke until he was sure she was ok.

He dind't even expect that himself; he was going with pure instinct. And that alone was guiding him through this. "Tell me what to do," he stated, still applying presure to the wound. She was the daughter of Abigail Griffin and they all knew she was a doctor on the Ark. He was hoping Clarke had some sort of skill that could help him -- or well, help her -- right now. "We gotta go, Clarke. Can you move?" Was this just a deep cut? A non life threatening one? The blood was seeping through the fabric but he continued to press it against the cut. Murphy was going to pay for this, big time.

[Clarke Griffin]

He was actually right. It could be worse. She could see dark spots form in her vision, a sure sign of her slowly getting to the point of losing consciousness, but she tried to fight it, for now. She had to try and instruct him, one way or another. “Charlotte. Go after her.” It might be fatal for her but they couldn’t let the kid in Murphys hands. He’d kill her for sure. He had not limit anymore. He cut her throat just because, well of a giant temper tantrum in her eyes. She had started it, maybe it was payment, either way, he had to go after Charlotte. Despite how stubborn he was. This was what he should do, just go after her. Slowly Clarke struggled into a sitting position. “Go, I… I’ll be fine – I got this.” She had her hand on his, on the bloody cloth. Sitting like that, maybe he’d see it her way.

Just as she was half convinced she could actually be fine then, Clarke felt something else. She couldn’t hold back a cough, a very painful cough. The taste in her mouth was just all too familiar: Blood. In her airway probably. Son of a bitch. Now that got things more complicated, but not unmanageable. She could still breathe. It must be a tiny cut. She really had to get back to the dropship to take care of that. Damn it, for that she needed him. He needed to go after Charlotte, though. This was priority. Clarke didn’t know what to do anymore. She just looked up at him, helpless, scared.


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She wa telling him to go after Charlotte and . . . yeah. he really needed to do that. He knew it was only a matter of time before Murphy strung her up. Bellamy looked her over, hearing her further reassurance that she would be fine. He took to her advice and rose to his feet, turning to leave when he uddesaw her sit up and it seemed like something had changed. Something that indicated that she wasn't fine. She looked far from it. The look in her eyes said it all. He didn't know her very well, but seeing the way she looked at him . . . he saw fear.

That look made him pause, ceasing going after Charlotte. He just stared back at her, seeing this side to her reminded him of something . . . of how they were all just human. Delinquents, sent down here with a task that was far beyond any of their individual means. If they were going to survive, they would have to work together. They could not abandon each other. He couldn't abandon her. "Shit," he cursed, not for having to stay but for knowing that she wasn't alright, he rushed back to her side, crouching next to her as he looked her over. "We have to get you back to the drop ship," he figured. We. Because he couldn't send her off on her own. Who knows if he would make it, and he didn't want that blood on his hands. "Can you walk?" He asked, taking her hand that wasn't holding the cloth to her wound and proceeded to wrap it around his neck for support.

[Clarke Griffin]

Damn it. He had to get to Charlotte. Murphy would kill her. But … she had blood in her airways. She was scared and felt a rush of gratefulness towards him for staying. Where the hell was Finn? Was he protecting Charlotte? Did he try? She hoped so. With only them left and Finn gone, she had to believe in it. “Yes.” She croaked towards him. Clarke didn’t know how strong she was, but in the face of fear and death the human body was known to do some impressive shit and hers would have to do the same then, if it wanted to survive. With his help – he wrapped her arm around his neck, clearly intending to support her on their way back. Clarke leaned on him as they got up, to her surprise it worked. Her feet were stable enough to walk for now. And so she made step after step.

“In the ship… I need a mirror.” It would be the easiest way for her to determine how bad it was and what to do. “Probably needle and threat and if we’re unlucky…” nevermind it would probably make him nervous if she told him that he or whoever would be appointed to it, would have to do quite the hard task under her direction and put her in a lot of pain. “Wh… what about Murphy?” What would happen to him? She needed to know.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Clarke assured him that she was strong enough to walk, but he did have his doubts. So he made sure he was ready for any instability that she may be faced with. She was tougher than he gave her credit for, because he was walking on her two feet, and still able to talk. Despite that, he gave her as much support as he could, putting his arm around her waist to hold her up as he started walking back into the heavily wooded area. She said that she would need a mirror, and his mind quickly settled on where he would get one from.

"What do you need them for?" He dared to ask, wondering what she was planning on doing with those supplies. Besides, he figured that if he was going to help her, he would need to know as well. Unless someone else took over that role when they got back to camp. She then asked about Murphy. The name alone sent a wave of anger through Bellamy. "I'll deal with Murphy when we get back to camp." That was all he could say right now, desperately hoping that it wouldn't be too late by then. "One thing at a time," he added on. And right now, it was about getting her back to the drop ship to keep her alive. Not to mention the fact that he didn't want her stopping him from dealing with Murphy . . . whatever that may entail. "With any luck, Finn stalled him before he could do anything." Did Bellamy think Finn was a match for Murphy? Hell no. But he did hope that it at least stalled Murphy and the others from going forward with their plan.

[Clarke Griffin]

“Treating the wound.” What else did it sound like? Then again he was no professional. She needed to tell him, otherwise she had less chance of survival. She might pass out, would pass out once the wound would be disinfected. Clarke was already in so much pain. Damn it. She would need to tell him what to do. With every step she felt just a little weaker. As soon as the drop ship came into view she was leaning much more heavily on the man who helped her back. The remaining kids in camp gasped. Some stepped back in shock, some rushed forward to see, but thanks to the kind of authority Bellamy had brought to the camp in the past days, they did not try to stand in his way, allowing them to go straight in. There was no trace of Murphy and Finn yet. With any luck they managed to stop them in time. With any luck Charlotte was safe. It would be a great comfort to her. 

“Okay… I’ll need to see the wound. If you don’t want to do this… let someone else. Then clean, bandage or stitch it.” If it was worse, she’d tell him. Clarke coughed again. The blood she coughed was still not a lot, causing her to be slightly optimistic about this all, but hell it would be painful. The blonde reached for the med kit, hoping he’d get something reflective. Bandages, stitches it was all there and she pulled out what they needed just as commotion outside could be heard. It sounded like they were back. “Go. Make sure Murphy and Charlotte are taken care of.”


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The path was cleared for them as they made their into the camp as he took her to where she could be settled, and where there was a med kit. "Go get the mirror from my tent, and whatever scraps of cloth you can find. Hurry," he ordered to Miller as he passed him. It was a small piece of broken glass that served as a mirror to help him shave. It should do the trick now. Bellamy quickly glanced around. Murphy wasn't here yet, which meant Charlotte had either escaped or was being dragged back here alive. Murphy wouldn't kill her without an audience.

That was the whole point of this; to make a very public display of his twisted version of justice. Bellamy stayed by Clarke as he helped her sit down, looking around, to see what else he could do. Just then, he heard the crowd outside, something was happening. Seconds after Miller rushed in with the mirror and clothes, passing it to Bellamy who promptly handed it to Clarke. "Murphy's back," he told him. Bellamy stared at the exit and then looked back at Clarke. She had told him to go and take care of the situation. "Who do you need?" He asked, wondering who she trusted enough to help her with this. It was about who she needed right now as well, knowing he couldn't send a total random in. Finn was busy, so who was her next option that she could rely on to help with the wound. He couldn't leave her until he was assured she had the proper support in place.

[Clarke Griffin]

Clarke was very grateful for his help. Once she sat and Miller returned with what they needed, she knew Bellamy was needed elsewhere. She saw Monty closeby, so she waved to him, wanting him to come over. He was pale, clearly in shock once he saw the blood. “Go, Bellamy, we got this.” At least she hoped so. After a second Monty seemed to get into gear. He took over the mirror for her, helped her look at the wound with a grimace. Monty seemed to work well under pressure. As Clarke listened to what went on outside and tried not to scream in pain, Monty fixed her up. To her surprise what she needed was all there. With a fresh bandage around her neck and Monty balancing her, they went outside to see what was going on. Clarke had heard the arguing the entire time.

“What is going on here?” she asked weakly, fearing they would not even hear her since her voice was as weak as she felt. She had to try to get heard. And they had to see what Murphy had done to her. This were not the actions of someone innocent, someone with a conscience. “Bellamy?” She sought the oldest in the group out, knowing he’d be the one to try and handle it. “What’s going on here?” Clarke was painfully aware of how weak she looked and felt, but maybe the people needed to see what Murphy had done to her.


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

It didn't seem like Monty got this. His paled complexion and look of shock was enough of an indicator. Thoughts of leaving Clarke began to flee from his mind but soon enough, Monty recovered himself and got to work. Bellamy then swiftly left to assess what was going on outside. Finn was back, as was Murphy, who was dragging Charlotte by the hair. "Let her go, Murphy," he demanded as he approached him. But Murphy suddenly pulled out a dagger and held it against Charlotte's throat.

It was enough to cause Bellamy to stop in his tracks, knowing that Murphy was capable of slitting her throat . . . just like he had done so with Clarke. John was going on about justice and how she deserved to pay for her crime. "So do you," Bellamy stated, not about to hide the fact that Murphy had attacked Clarke, nearly killed her. As if on cue, Clarke emerged from the tent. The first thing that hit Bellamy was relief to see that she was alright. She was moving, she was talking . . . she'd be fine. The second thing, was reflex. He took advantage of a distracted Murphy -- clearly shocked that Clarke was still alive though Bellamy knew that Murphy's failure was accidental for he had menat to kill her.

But with his shock, Bellamy moved forward and grabbed Charlotte free from his clutches, shoving the girl at Clarke as Bellamy then stood protectively in front of both females. "If you want her Murphy, you gotta go through me." He was referring to either, or both women. The last time, Murphy had hit Bellamy on the head when his back was turned. But this time, Bellamy was ready. "You wanna talk about justice? What sort of justice should be served for you having slit Clarke's throat?" He asked rhetorically, announcing to the camp what had happened. In turn, it caused the crowd to fall silent, no longer certain which individual to support.

[Clarke Griffin]

Clarke immediately saw the wheels in Murphys mind turn, trying to explain to himself how she could still be alive, when he had killed her, or thought he had. She might explain it to him, but for now what was important was, that Bellamy had managed to free Charlotte. In that instance Clarke knew without a doubt, had Murphy not reacted impulsively, Bellamy would have saved both her and Charlotte back there. Clarke slowly moved forward to where Bellamy stood, taking his cue to stand slightly behind him, a hand on his shoulder, partially to reassure him, partially to simply hold herself up. With a raspy voice, she finally spoke after Bellamy announced to the silent crowd how Murphy had slit her throat.

“Just a few centimeters more and you would have killed me, Murphy and Bellamy here would be covered in my blood.” She had to support him in whatever she could. It was time to put an end to this. “But you’re lucky that he reacted. He saved me. Is this the society you all want down here? To kill each other in cold blood? Haven’t we left that behind on the Ark?” 

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He hardly glanced at her hand that rested on his shoulder, but he was reassured by it. His eyes were fixated on Murphy, knowing what he was capable of . . . certain that he was capable of far more. He remained silent as Clarke spoke, initially of how she had nearly died . . . and questioning if this was the kind of society that everyone wanted. He could tell by the crowd's expressions that they were thinking over her words. Ordinarily, Bellamy would have argued with her, saying that they had a right to do whatever they wanted . . . but he learned now, that it wasn't true.

It wasn't safe like that. Charlotte had nearly died because of it. Wells was already dead because of it. But Bellamy didn't need to play the role of devil's advocate as Murphy spoke up, countering her words, claiming that Charlotte deserved to die for murdering one of their own. "Hey shut up Murphy!" Bellamy shouted out, moving toward the outspoken idiot and shoved him back with a harsh push. "What you gonna slit my throat too? Just you try." Bellamy's voice was daring, wanting him to come at him so that he had a legitimate reason to kill him . . . cause he already sure as hell had one to kick his ass. When Murphy didn't seem to be taking up Bellamy on that offer, Bellamy kept his eyes on him as he backed up, standing near Clarke once more. "What do you propose we do with him?" He asked her in a low. Surely, they couldn't just let him get away with what he did.

[Clarke Griffin]

He was right in a certain way, but not in all. Charlotte had done something that deserved a punishment, even Clarke could see that. But by now so had Murphy. Murphy might have had reason to hold Charlotte down, but not to kill her and certainly not to hurt Clarke or well attempt to kill her. This was messed up shit. She wanted to hold Bellamy back, but she really couldn’t bring herself to do it. But if he was touching him, then she’d not hold back any moral concerns.

“We’re not killing him” It was as easy as that. “We’re no longer on the Ark. We don’t answer blood with blood. This was up there, but look around you? Half of us were facing a death sentence for stealing, being high, some even for just existing. We’re banishing him. He can’t come back here anymore, but we’re not killing him.” Well indirectly maybe. If he survived so be it, but Clarke strongly doubted his ability to. Speaking took a toll on her. As she said that her voice started to get weaker. And the pain. She hadn’t even bothered giving herself painkillers. It proved to be a bad idea now. 

Bellamy Blake