"𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮."

Wells wanted me to join morning watch with him. It would be nice to catch up with the kind boy. We were both busy doing our own thing so we never got to see each other much. The cold breeze hit my face as soon as I exited the large tent.

I hugged my loose jacket closer to my body trying to heat it up. My body was shivering slightly from the cold. The sunrise was beautiful, I stood staring at the sky. The warm tones bringing a smile to my face.

This was my favourite thing about being on Earth. It was way more bright and colourful than the bleak ark. The colours added a new and happier feeling.

Leaves and sticks crunched beneath my boots as I walk to the post. It was empty, nobody was there. Confusion and worry entered my thoughts. "Wells? Are you out here?" I question.

I continue to walk around the area, maybe Wells was planning on scaring me. "This isn't funny Wells." I trip over what I assume to be a log. I let out a loud gasp as I notice Wells laying on the ground lifeless.

I kneel right next him as I notice the blood pouring out of his neck. Loud pained sobs escape my lips as I grab either side of his face, rubbing my thumb across his cheek. His blood beginning to coat my shaken hands.

My vision was blurred as the tears kept falling down my cheeks at the loss of the boy I was beginning to grow close to. "This isn't fair."

"Aurora? What happened?" Bellamy questions as he stands behind the girl, his heart breaking at the sight of her.

I quickly get up as I launch myself into Bellamy, holding his jacket tightly as my sobs grow louder. His arms wrap around my small frame protectively, placing his face in my hair as he whispers sweet words to me.

His hand rubs my back in circles to try calm me down. "It wasn't me Bellamy, I swear. I just found him like this." I tell him softly. "I know Peach."

I feel myself being picked up bridal style, his arms securely holding me as he walks. I hear voices but they were muffled as I began to feel exhausted, blocking everything out.

I felt myself being laid on the bed, my boots were slowly taken off of my feet and placed on the ground with a thud. A blanket being lightly placed over me.

A large hand grabbed mine delicately as a cold cloth was dragged around my hand to clean the dried blood.

The bed dipped next to me as Bellamy sat behind me closely, his legs touching my back. I felt his hand calmly brush through my peach hair, playing around with it.

His presence made me feel more calm and relaxed. I would of never expected for the big bad wolf to be such a kind and caring soul deep down. I was grateful for Bellamy. My eyes shut with Bellamy on my mind before I fall asleep.

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I trail behind Bellamy as he enters another tent. We are greeted with Octavia, Clarke and Jasper. A knife was placed on the table along with dark fingers. I look at the fingers in shock as my stomach churns.

"This knife was made of metal from the drop ship." Clarke states as she observes the knife in her hands. Jasper looks up at Clarke, "What do you mean?" He questions.

"Who else knows about this?" Bellamy asks the pair. "No one. We brought it straight here." Octavia replies.

Clarke looks at Bellamy and I confused, "It means the Grounders didn't kill Wells. It was one of us."

"So, there's a murderer in the camp?" Jasper questions. "There's more than one murderer in the camp. This isn't news. We need to keep it quiet." Bellamy says.

They all turn their heads towards me, I look at them all without emotion. "What? It wasn't me, Wells was my friend." I say as I raise my hands in surrender.

"Didn't stop you before." Clarke mumbles rudely. I step in front of her, she was slightly taller than me so I had to look up at her. "Want to say that again?"

Bellamy places a hand on my shoulder and pulls me back slightly, "Aurora was with me." He tells Clarke in defensive.

"Yeah but for all we know she was the last one with him." Clarke scoffs as she further examines the knife.

I move out of Bellamys way before hitting Clarke in the face with a right hook. A red mark began to form on Clarkes face as she held her face in astonishment.

I shake my hand as it begins to hurt, my knuckles forming red. "You deserved that."
Bellamy lets out a grin as he tries not to laugh at this situation, placing a proud hand on my shoulder.

Clarke face changes from pain to realisation as she begins to make her way out of the tent, Bellamy quickly stands in her way. "Get out of my way, Bellamy."

"Clarke, be smart about this. Look at what we've achieved. The wall, the patrols. Like it or not, thinking the Grounders killed Wells is good for us." Bellamy states.

Clarke scoffs at the man, "Oh, good for you, you mean. What? Keep people afraid and they'll work for you? Is that it?"

"Yeah. That's it. But it's good for all of us. Fear of the Grounders is building that wall. And besides, what are you gonna do? Just walk out there and ask the killer to step forward? You don't even know whose knife that is." He tells her as she just shakes her head at him.

She lifts up the knife, "Oh, really? J.M. John Murphy. The people have the right to know."

"Just because it's his knife doesn't mean he killed him. There aren't just murderers on the ground, there are also thieves." I state, being to be annoyed by this situation. She ignores my comment and shoves past me rudely, leaving the tent.

I quickly follow after her. Clarke shoves Murphy as she yells at him causing Murphy to stumble back slightly. "You son of a bitch!" He chuckles in response "What's your problem?"

"Recognise this?" Clarke asks as she lifts up the knife. He reaches out towards it with his large hand but she quickly pulls back. "It's my knife. Where'd you find it?"

"Where you dropped it after you killed Wells." Clarke yells at Murphy, accusing him. Murphys face had clear confusion and disbelief on it, "Where I what? The Grounders killed Wells, not me."

Clarke stands closer to Murphy, attempting to act intimidating. "I know what you did, and you're gonna pay for it."

Murphy nods his head, "Really? Bellamy, you really believe this crap?" He asks as Bellamy stands next to me with his arms crossed, a blank expression on his face.

I grab Bellamys jacket, his head turning to face me. "I believe him Bellamy. I think that if he did kill Wells he would be gloating about it, that's just who Murphy is." He just shakes his head at me and turns to look at the arguing pair.

"You threatened to kill him. We all heard you. You hated Wells." Clarke snaps. Murphy looked annoyed as he gave plain and straight responses, "Plenty of people hated Wells. His father was the Chancellor that locked us up."

"Yeah, but you're the only one that got in a knife fight with him." Clarke yells. "Yeah, I didn't kill him then, either." He replies.

"Tried to kill Jasper, too." Octavia interrupts, adding more flame to the heat, clearly upset about Murphys actions. This was news to me. Can't say I was surprised though.

I shoot daggers at Murphy with my brown eyes. "Come on. This is ridiculous. I don't have to answer to you. I don't have to answer to anyone." Murphy states as he begins to walk away from the conversation.

"Come again?" Bellamy ask as he stands his ground, putting on his tough leader act again. Murphy walks closer to Bellamy, "Bellamy, look, I'm telling you, man. I didn't do this."

"They found his fingers on the ground with your knife." Bellamy talks quietly, showing disappointment towards Murphy.

Clarke interrupts them as she tell the delinquents another speech, "Is this the kind of society that we want? You say there should be no rules. Does that mean that we can kill each other without, without punishment?"

Murphy walks back to Clarke, "I already told you, I didn't kill anyone." Clarke just shakes her head. A dark skinned boy speaks up, "I say we float him." Most of the delinquents agreed with him.

I shake my head, this is going way too far. Murphy doesn't deserve to die, yes he is a prick but we don't actually know if it was him or not.

"That's not what I'm saying." Clarke tells him. "Why not? He deserves to float. It's justice." He replies.

"Revenge isn't justice." Clarke tries to explain, I agreed with her for once. But this was her fault, she shouldn't of accused Murphy in front of a group of blood thirsty delinquents.

"It's justice. Float him." The dark skinned boy says as the other delinquents begin to chant 'float him.'

I share a look with Murphy as he mouths 'please.' My face softens at the sight of a vulnerable Murphy. I look away from him, guilt eating me as I felt useless.

Murphy gets tripped over. His body hitting the ground harshly with a thump. Delinquents begin to fight each other and kick Murphy roughly.

My brown eyes catch Charlottes as she stands back in fear. I quickly rush up to her as I block her from witnessing the violence in front of her, grunts and yelling being the only thing to remind them of the violence.

Charlottes face screws up as she looks like she is about to cry. She moves away from me and runs up to the group as they string up Murphy like live bait.

I stand in the back with Charlotte, our eyes focused on Murphys bloodied and bruised up face.

The delinquents begin to chant Bellamys name, encouraging him to kick the box beneath Murphys feet. Bellamy listens to the delinquents as he kicks the box, letting Murphy fall and flail around.

The kind and caring Bellamy was gone. His true colours showing. I felt afraid and angry towards him. I was foolish to think that I could ever like him. He was a monster.

Finn enters the area pushing past the delinquents, "What the hell are you doing? Cut him down. Charlotte, get out here, now!"

I snap out of my thoughts, grabbing Charlottes arm to drag her away but she fought back viciously. "Just stop okay? Murphy didn't kill Wells." Charlotte yells as she gets out of my grip.

Everyone looks at her in confusion, "I did." I look at the younger girl with anger and disappointment. She avoids my gaze as she kicks the dirt below her.

A hand tightly grips my arm as I get dragged away from the delinquents, I truly to tug my arm away but the grip tightens. I get led into a tent and the person lets go of me.

Bellamy. I roll my eyes as I sit on the seat. He also dragged Charlotte into the tent with us, Clarke and Finn soon tagging along. "Why, Charlotte?" Bellamy questions.

"I was just trying to slay my demons, like you told me." She replies. My eyes widen, that's one way of interpreting Bellamys speech I guess.

"What the hell is she about?" Clarke asks, being annoyed at the man. "She misunderstood me. Charlotte, that is not what I meant."

Murphy yells in the distance but it's somewhat muffled so I can't understand what he means. "Please don't let them hurt me." Charlotte pleads.

"If you guys have any bright ideas, speak up." He says, the group of us all staying silent. Bellamy glances at me, guilt written across his face as I look away from him twirling a stand of my hair. "Now you stay quiet."

"Those are your boys out there." Finn yells at Bellamy, causing me to flinch. "This is not my fault. If she had listened to me, those idiots would still be building the wall."

"You wanna build a society, princess?" Murphy asks, "Let's build a society. Bring her out." Charlotte lets out a cry, "No! Please Bellamy."

Bellamy kneels down and whispers, "Charlotte, hey, it's gonna be okay. Just stay with them." Bellamy looks at Finn and Clarke before leaving the tent.

I look at Finn and Clarke, "We know a place to keep Charlotte safe, you stay with Bellamy." Clarke demands. I nod my head as they begin to leave the tent through the back ways, "Stay safe."

My leg shakes in anticipation as I stay on the seat, rushing my hands through my hair. I debated whether or not going out but I felt like it was a bad time as I heard Bellamy and Murphy shouting. I didn't want to be in the crossfire.

The tent flaps open and I see Murphy staring right at me with anger. He marches up to me and places his bloody hand on my neck, lifting me up. I place my hand on his wrist as I try to breathe.

"Where the hell is she?" He yells right at me, spit landing on my face. "I don't know Murphy."

"Bullshit." He lets go of my neck, I drop slightly as I try to regain my breath, a few coughs leaving my lips in the process.

He swings his fist at me and hits me right at the temple, knocking me out cold.