𝚜𝚘 𝚒'𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞

"𝓑ring out the girl Bellamy!" Murphy screamed from outside the tent. Bellamy, Anastasia, Clarke, Finn, and Charlotte were pacing inside the tent. The crowd has been hollering on and off since they arrived in the musty white tent.

Anastasia couldn't look the little girl in the eye, she didn't know how to feel. Anastasia had gone through some many feelings in the span of minutes that she couldn't comprehend. She hated her for killing Wells, but she didn't believed she deserved to die.

"Why,Charlotte?" Bellamy asked desperate turning to the girl.

"I was just trying to slay my demons, like you told me" Charlotte replied bluntly, she had this commanded altruism in her voice.

"What the hell is she talking about?" Clarke asked furiously slamming her hands down, on the table, aiming her words at Bellamy.

"She misunderstood me" Bellamy replied turning to the rest of the group before going back to Charlotte, "Charlotte, that's not what i meant" he tried to explain to the little girl.

"Bring the girl out now!" Murphy roared again louder, as they could feel the sounds pushing up against the protective canvas of the tent.

"Please don't let them hurt me" Charlotte pleaded looking at the teens standing taller than her. Charlotte began breaking tears, as the she could see the contemplating looks on everyone's face.

Anastasia didn't spare her a glance, she couldn't. It was the only way to stay composed in a situation like this. She had to distance herself from the girl and the situation as a whole. Anastasia sighed briefly as she pushed the tent doors, opening a slit to see outside. She could see Octavia and Jasper hanging outside with all of them, she walked outside. Bellamy could sense the missing presence as he looked over his shoulder, clearing his voice as he continued to plan.

Anastasia walked over to Octavia, as Murphy cheered seeing her walk out of the tent, and to what he thought was his side. Octavia lended a hand of the girl's shoulder as the crowd amped up even further. Bellamy stepped out with his hands up.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to join us" Murphy stated with a winner's voice, as he turned to the crowd.

"Dial it down and back off!" Bellamy shouted confronting Murphy.

"Or what? What are you going to do" Murphy questioned, "hang me?" He finished with the poison sliding off his tongue.

"I was just giving the people what they wanted" Bellamy said explaining himself.

"Yeah, that's a good idea, why don't we do that right now" Murphy questioned nodding his head, "who here wants to see the real murderer hung up?, all in favor?" Murphy asked raising his hand, as only his followers did so too. The rest of the camp fell into a dead silence, including Anastasia, "i see, it's okay to string me up for nothing, but as soon as this little bitch confesses, you all let her walk? Cowards!" Murphy screamed into the crowd, he then stared at Anastasia, "even you, princess, she kills your best friend and you don't even want to see her dead?" He yelled pointing at her, "All of you are cowards!" He screamed roughly turning his back on the camp.

"Hey! Murphy! Murphy!" Bellamy yelled stepping up to him, "it's over" he uttered trying to contain Murphy.

"Whatever you say, boss" Murphy replied putting his hands up in defeat.

Bellamy began walking back to the tent he came from, pulling on the cut flap. Murphy was reluctant to fall back, he quickly dropped his hand to the ground. Picking up a hefty log, as he began running up to Bellamy. Anastasia caught the whole movement, she only grew worried when he moved towards Bellamy.

"Bellamy!" Anastasia screamed getting his attention but it was too late as Murphy collided the log with his head knocking him unconscious. Anastasia rushed to him, as Octavia rushed along with pushing past Murphy who tried to hold her back. Anastasia propped him up upon herself, as she combed through his hair, trying to clear the strains away from the cut as Octavia checked the blow.

"Charlotte! Charlotte!" Murphy screamed realizing that she was no longer near the camp. He grabbed a hold of Anastasia pulling her up causing Bellamy's head to sink to the floor again, "you're coming with me" Murphy sneered pulling her with him as he continued screaming for Charlotte.

"Anastasia!" Octavia screamed watching Murphy pull her away, she pulled her eyes away from her brother as she watched Murphy past her to one of his goons.

"Make sure Bellamy is okay, okay?, ill be fine" Anastasia yelled back, as she was ripped away from the camp.

"I wouldn't count of that princess" Murphy laughed as him, Anastasia, and his minions walked into the forest.

"I don't know why you aren't on my side for this one, princess?" Murphy questioned as they continued on the search for Charlotte, "she killed Wells" he explained bluntly.

"I didn't wish death on you when everyone thought you killed Wells, i tried to save you, and you take me hostage" Anastasia replied as she was being pulled along roughly, her feet dragged along to forest floor as she couldn't keep up with the pace of her captors.

"This isn't about you, this is about my safety, by having you, they won't harm me until your safe" He uttered factly pushing her along.

"So I'm just a contingency plan for you?" She questioned, as she kicked up the dirt with her shoes. She could feel the little particles clogging up the sole.

"Oh no, you're just a prop" he dumbly replied, as he blew a whisper on her ear.

"Murphy! I'm over here! Come on out!" The group heard as night had fallen in the forest but Murphy was already insistent of getting Charlotte so they didn't stop.

Anastasia was getting tried and it was obvious as she her feet sank more into the floor as she was pulled along. The group picked up speed as Murphy began following her voice constantly calling out her name.

"Bellamy!" Murphy called into the night as he saw the two people standing near the edge, "You cannot fight all of us, give her up, and I'll give back Anastasia" He moved into the light, as the fire from the sticks burned casting a shadow.

"Maybe not but i guarantee, i'll take a few of you with me" Bellamy stated holding Charlotte behind him as the stood on a cliff, that's bottom was protected by thick clouds.

Clarke emerged from the forest with Finn, as Anastasia broke away from her captor and it was easy as he held a torch in one of his hands.

"Bellamy!" She screamed, "stop, this has gone too far, just calm down" Clarke nodded in agreement of Anastasia's words.

Murphy threw his torch to the side gripping his hand on Anastasia throat throwing her against him as he flipped out his knife trading his hand for her knife.

"I'm sick of listening to you talk, I will slit her throat" he said flicking the knife against her neck.

"No please! Don't hurt her!" Charlotte pleaded looking at Anastasia's face.

"Don't hurt her? Okay i'll make a deal, you come with me right now and i'll let her go" Murphy said breathing on Anastasia

"Don't do it, Charlotte" Clarke called out before Murphy tighten his grip on Anastasia neck, causing her to gulp roughing as she felt the blade against her skin.

"No, no, i have to!" Charlotte screamed as Bellamy held her back from crossing over to Murphy.

"Murphy, this is not happening" Bellamy retorted roughly.

"I can't let any of you get hurt anymore, not because of, not after what I did" she said looking at Anastasia before stepping one foot back as she feel off the cliff.

Anastasia ran after collapsing on the cliff's edge watching Charlotte disappear into the fog below. Anastasia cried out watching another person die. After seeing Charlotte's figure disappear, Bellamy shot up aiming for Murphy, pushing him down to floor, punching him senselessly. Anastasia sat at the edge as she stared at the dark water below the cliff.

"Bellamy! Stop! You're going to kill him!" Clarke screamed, as he repeatedly punched him roughly, beating the shit out of a helpless Murphy.

"He deserves to die" Bellamy screamed as Finn ripped Bellamy off of Murphy.

"No! We don't deserve who lives or dies, not down here" Clarke said noticing that Anastasia still seemed out of it finally stepping from the cliff, looking pale. She had her arms wrapped around her body as she keep quiet.

"So help me god, if you say the people have the right to decide" Bellamy cried out almost with a sense of sarcasm in his voice.

"No, I was wrong, before, okay?" Clarke admitted, "sometimes it's dangerous to tell people the truth, but if we're gonna survive down here, we can't just live by whatever the hell we want, we need rules" she added.

"And who makes those rules? You?" Bellamy questioned roughly

"For now, we make the rules" Clarke added grouping.

"Okay? So what then? We just take him back and pretend like it never happened?" Bellamy questioned pointing to Murphy who was still having a hard time getting up.

"No! We banish him" Clarke stated, Bellamy agreed, as he watched him. Bellamy rushed to Murphy pulling him up and dragging him to the cliff, he held Murphy up with two stable grips on his shirt.

"If I ever catch you near camp, or Anastasia again, we'll be back here, understand?" He said throwing Murphy to the side, "as for the four of you, you can come back and follow me, or go off with him to die" Bellamy then walked off into the distance headed back to camp. He pulled Anastasia with him not saying a word as they walked back to camp in the dead of night.

When everybody got back the camp gathered around the fire as Clarke and Bellamy explained what happened with Murphy and the state of the organization of the camp from now on. Afterwards, Anastasia found herself walking around hopeless, heading for Wells's grave.

"Hey! Anastasia!" She heard Bellamy call after her but she didn't stop. As she continued onwards towards the little patch of land outside the camp where Wells laid. She sat down on the ground in front of his grave marked with the shovel he used and purple flowers that Clarke laid down, "Ana" Bellamy said taking a seat next to her.

"I don't want to talk about it" she replied keeping her eye on Wells's grave. Bellamy grabbed her face gently moving her to face him but his eyes weren't focused on her face but her neck, "I'm fine" she added, "he didn't cut me" Bellamy didn't let go of her face but instead of looking at her neck he focused in on her eyes.

"He's lucky he didn't cut you, or i would track him down and kill him" Bellamy replied

"Oww" Anastasia yelped grabbing her wristband after a shock ripped through her body.

"What happened?" Bellamy questioned looking at her.

"My wristband....just shocked me?" She answered in a questioning tone holding her wrist.

"Maybe you should've let me take it off when i offered" Bellamy joked, causing Anastasia to smile.

"And let you win, i wouldn't dream of it" Anastasia replied. She looked at Bellamy's face noticing all his features up close that she's never seen before like his freckles. She noticed Bellamy started to lean in and she pulled away from him standing up. Bellamy instantly noticed her face ripping itself from his hand.

"Ana..." he tried before she spoke

"I've got to go" Anastasia rushed off back to the camp and back her tent that she shared with Octavia. Her skin was bright pink and her composure was flustered. She rushed off to the makeshift bed she mad for herself, not even stopping when Octavia tried to lend her a hand. Anastasia tucked herself into to bed trying to fall asleep without imaging Bellamy.