"𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭."

I groaned in pain as I became conscious. My head felt horrible. I go to reach my head with my hand but they don't move. They were bound behind my back with rope.

The rope was digging into my skin, burning my wrists after every move. "Finally, she's awake." Murphy says, looking at Bellamy.

My eyes travel to Bellamy, he looked angry and upset. Murphy walks up to me, putting his hand under my chin. Forcing me to look up at him.

"If you don't do as I say, Aurora will get hurt. And I know you don't want anything happening to her." Murphy says moving his fingers away, looking back at Bellamy.

I was scared. But I knew I had to be strong, for both mine and Bellamys sake.

Bellamy takes a step forward closer to me, Murphy points his gun at Bellamy. He shoots the wall beside Bellamy, I flinch at the sound. "Don't come any closer."

Bellamy puts his hands up in surrender, stepping back. Octavias voice is heard through the radio, "Bellamy? Bellamy, are you and Aurora okay?"

"You want her to know you're both alive?" Murphy asks as he grabs the radio. "Start tying."

"Bellamy, do you copy?" Octavia questions. "We're fine, just a misfire Stop worrying about us and get back to work. All of you." Bellamy pauses, looking at Murphy and I.

"And tell Raven to hurry her ass up."Of course. Bellamy had a plan. I just hope it was a well thought out plan.

"All right, that's long enough. Tie those two ends together." Murphy tells him.

I begin to feel uncomfortable, the rope was digging into my wrists tighter and something was poking me. The knife. I shuffle around trying to get the knife from under me.

Using my long slender fingers, I was able to grab the knife. I bend my hand in an awkward position to try cut the rope. Hissing in pain whenever I'd accidentally scratched my wrist.

Bellamy looks at me in concern. I tilt my head directing him to my wrists, showing him my plan. He nods his head hesitantly, gulping.

Murphy looks at me, I immediately stop moving the knife. "Whats up with you?" He asks. I look at him, annoyed." You hit me in the head with the gun. Twice."

Bellamy stands up, his jaw tensing. I watched as he clenched his fists, looking at me. I shake my head at him, not wanting him to start anything. He looks back up at Murphy, the gun pointed towards him.

"All right, now get up and toss it over." Murphy commands him. Realisation hits me on what Murphy was about to make Bellamy do.

I fasten my pace, feeling the rope loosen each second. Tears roll down my cheeks in fear and annoyance. I was scared I couldn't get out in time and Bellamy would be... gone.

"What do you want me to say?" Bellamy asks, "You want me to apologise? I'm-"

"I'm sorry," Bellamy tells him. "You got it all wrong, Bellamy. I don't want you to say anything."

"I want you to feel what I felt. And then. Then I want you to die." Murphy says, pointing the gun at Bellamy.

I begin to hyperventilate, blinking away my tears. It felt as though my throat was closing in on me. Words were muffled as I tried to focus on my breathing.

Then there was a bang. Pain in my arm followed after that. A loud cry of pain escaping my lips. Murphy had actually shot me. Bellamy yelled my name making Murphy put the gun to my head.

"Move again and the next one will be through her skull." Murphy tells him, I look at Murphy with pleading eyes but he just ignores me.

Bellamy puts his head in the rope, "Happy now?" Murphy pulls the rope, Bellamy quickly holds it with his hands.

With a bit more effort I was finally able to cut free from the rope around my wrists. They felt as though they were on fire.

I felt weaker by the second but if I didn't act soon, both Bellamy and I will be dead. I can't let anything happen to him. I won't.

"You're so brave, aren't you?" Murphy says, "You came on here thinking you were going to turn this whole thing around."

He pauses before continuing, "That you were stronger than me, that maybe one of your friends would come and help you." Murphy pulls the rope, lifting Bellamy higher. "Well, what are you thinking now, Bellamy?"

Does this boy ever stop speaking?

"You know, I've got to hand it to you Bellamy. You got them all fooled. They actually look to you. Almost as much as they look up to Clarke. Especially this one here, your loving Peach." Murphy says while looking at me.

I guess the answer is no. I think at this point I'd rather die than listen to his little rant.

"Yeah but we know the truth. Don't we?" Murphy asks as he moves closer to Bellamy. "You're a coward. I learned that the day you kicked out the crate from beneath me."

"Isn't that what you said? That you were just giving the people what they wanted. Right?" Murphy questions.

What was this? 21 questions.

"I should've stopped them." Bellamy tells him, looking at him with regret. "Yeah, it's a little late for that now."

"How does this end for you, Murphy?" Bellamy asks him. "You think they're just going to let you walk out of here?"

"Well, I think the princess is dead. And I know the kings about to die with his queen, so who's really going to lead these people? Huh? Me. That's who." Murphy tells him.

"As if they would listen to someone like you." I weakly tell Murphy, getting fed up with him. Murphy looks at me, giving me a death stare. He looks back at Bellamy almost instantly.

"And, yeah, maybe I have to kill your grounder-pounding little sister." Murphy adds, angering both Bellamy and I.

Bellamy kicks Murphy back, Murphy immediately grabs the rope pulling Bellamy higher. I watch as Bellamy get lifted higher into the air, beginning to cough.

I lean my head on the wall, slowly closing my eyes. "Aah." I hear from under me. Murphy lets go of the rope, "I'm guessing that's her right now."

Murphy begins to shoot at the ground, until all the bullets are gone. I take this as a chance to sneak up behind Murphy, stabbing him in the back with my knife.

Murphy yells in pain, he turns around swinging his gun. I quickly dodge him, moving behind him. Pulling out the knife. He punches the left side of my face, knocking me to the ground.

Murphy rushes forward, kicking the bucket from beneath Bellamys feet. Bellamy struggles to hold the rope, kicking his legs trying to keep up. Gasping for air.

"Using your hands is a cheat." Murphy tells Bellamy, he grabs Bellamys hands. "Mine were bound. Remember?"

Adrenaline hits me as I kick the back of his knees, dropping him to the ground. I run towards the rope tied on the ladder, in hopes to cut it.

Murphy grabs my leg, pulling me down with him. He pulls my leg towards him, I move my leg back, kicking him in the face. Escaping his grip.

The drop ship door begins to open, a sigh of relief leaving my lips. Murphy immediately rushes up the ladder to escape. I lay on the ground, all energy leaving my body. Blood pooling from my arm.

Jasper and Octavia immediately rush in, Jasper lifts up Bellamys body. "Bell, hold on." Octavia says, moving towards the ladder. She reaches up unclipping the buckle, letting Bellamy down.

Jasper looks up, his eyes making instant connection with me. His eyes widen as he immediately rushes up to me. He lifts my head up as he places my head on his lap. "Stay awake for me, okay?"

Jaspers eyes travel around for the injury, his eyes landing on the bullet wound on my arm. "Octavia, I need a cloth." Jasper says.

Octavia looks at me in shock as she rushes quickly to grab one. Jasper carefully pulls my jacket off my body as Octavia crouches down beside us.

She carefully wrapped the cloth around my arm, trying not to inflict any more pain. My eyes fluttered shut, darkness surrounding me.

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I wake up still feeling exhausted. A hand was tightly gripping mine. I look at my arm, it was already stitched up and cleaned. How did I sleep through that?

I slowly sit up, holding my head with my other hand. "Hey Sprinkles." I croak. Bellamy looks up at me, a relieved look on his face.

Bellamy passes me a bottle of water. I slurp it down, the cool liquid freshening me up. I move slightly so my legs dangle from the table. I wipe my lips, "Thanks."

"How are you feeling?" He asks me, I shrug my shoulders. "Could be better. How about you?" I question him. "I'm okay. Don't worry about me Peach. You've got it worse."

I slightly chuckle, "Yeah, guess I do." He lets go of my hand, carefully wrapping his arms around my waist pulling me close to him.

I wrap my arms around him, placing my head on his chest. "You had me really worried," He mumbles in my hair, placing a kiss on it. "I could say the same for you Bellamy Blake."

"I know what you're thinking and no. It wasn't your fault Bellamy. Murphy has his own mind and you are not responsible for that." I reassure him. "All that matters now is that we are alive."

Bellamy chuckles, I could hear the vibrations in his chest. "I think my speeches are rubbing off onto you." I lightly shove him away, "Shut up."