Bloody Murphy

I almost forgot how much happens in part one and two of the season finale

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"What's the plan here, Murphy? Huh? You don't need Theo here, so just let her go, yeah?" Bellamy asked, managing to stay calm.

Murphy pointed his gun towards me, smirking darkly, "You know what leverage means, right Bellamy? She's here so you'll listen."

"Leave her out of this. This is between you and me."

"You're right," he nodded, a frown reaching his lips. He was just getting more pissed off at Bellamy with every word. "You let them hang me. Hell, you kicked the crate out from beneath me."

Bellamy looked down, looking like he was thinking. "We thought you killed Wells, Murphy. We found your knife beside his fingers, what did you expect?"

"I expected to at least be allowed to defend myself! You let them blame me, because of a knife," Murphy growled at him. "Now, pick it up and make a loop."

My breath hitched in my throat as Bellamy looked over to me. I noticed he had been doing so every few minutes, as if checking in on me, and making sure that I was okay.

I only wished he'd worry less about me and just focus on himself. Murphy had killed anyone who had done wrong by him, and it was very likely that Bellamy was on top of that list.

I struggled against my restraints, trying to undo them. They were chaffing against my wrists, but I could barely feel it. The only thing I could feel was the panic ripping at my chest.

The boy turned the gun towards me, resulting in Bellamy stepping forward. Murphy immediately turned back and fired a shot at Bellamy's feet, missing on purpose.

That's when I felt my heart rate start to spike again. Digging my nails into my palms, I did my best to remain calm. I just prayed that Bellamy had a plan of some sort.

"Leave her alone," Bellamy said quickly, taking a step back. He then reached over to the table and retrieved the belt and began to make it into a loop.

"That's good," Murphy sneered, happy that Bellamy was doing as he was told. He had one of the leaders of the hundred doing what he wanted, and he was loving it.
"Then do what I said."

Bellamy glanced at me, his jaw clenched in anger. I couldn't tell whether or not he was stalling, but I nodded to tell him I trusted him.

It was strange to think of how much we had all evolved. The first few days here, I had wanted to strangle Bellamy and his smug face. Now. . . I just wanted to tell him he was right, I do care. I needed to tell him.

My breathing was shaky behind the gag, my jaw moving in attempts to loosen in so it wasn't pulling at the sides of my mouth. Every movement just kept threatening to split them, which was becoming somewhat painful.

"Bellamy! Are you okay? Is Theo okay?" Octavia's voice crackled through the walkie. My breathing calmed down a bit, thankful to hear her voice.

Octavia was a fighter. She would break down that door if she had to.

Murphy smirked, his eyes dark, "You want her to know you're alive? Start tying."

Bellamy silently dropped to the ground and began to tie the belts together, glaring at Murphy as he did so.

"Bellamy, do you copy?" Octavia's voice came through again, sounding much more worried than the first time. If she didn't hear something soon, she might think that Murphy had killed us already.

Murphy held the button on the walkie, allowing Bellamy to respond to his sister. "I'm fine, and so is Theo. Just a misfire."

I felt myself shaking a little as I watched him create the loop. Murphy wasn't going to let Bellamy leave this dropship alive. I couldn't lose him; not when we were finally beginning to understand each other. We'd been through too much for him to die at Murphy's hand.

"Now stop worrying about me and get back to work, all of you," Bellamy said, addressing the hundred as a collective. "And tell Raven to hurry her ass up."

Relief shuddered through me at his words as I watched Murphy put down the walkie. He must have set some sort of plan in action involving Raven before he entered the dropship.

After Bellamy tied a few more belts together, Murphy aimed his gun at him once more. "All right, that's long enough. Tie those two ends together."

My eyes closed as I took a deep breath. I squirmed again, but nothing was working. All I could do was sit here and pray that whatever Raven was doing, she would hurry up and do it.

Bellamy did as he was told, scowling as he did so. He was trying to act tough, but I could see his hands shaking as he tied the belts together. Murphy was relentless, and no matter what Bellamy said, it wouldn't change how the boy felt towards him.

Murphy had been beat, hung, exiled, and tortured, and that started with Clarke, Bellamy and that knife. Murphy wasn't about to let that go.

"All right, now get up and toss it over," Murphy instructed, gesturing to a beam which spanned the ceiling.

If I wasn't sure before, I was certain now. Murphy planned to hang Bellamy, just like the hundred had done to him.

I yelled against the gags, trying to tell Bellamy not to do it. None of my words made any sense though after they were filtered through the material.
"Shut the hell up, or I'll shoot you," Murphy growled, pressing the barrel of the gun to my forehead.

"Sutton, stop," Bellamy said, before he threw the belts up, swinging the rope over the beam. "I did it, okay? Now stop pointing the gun at her," he said calmly. It was like the voice he used when he lead everyone, the one he used when he was trying to be brave for the rest of us.

Murphy laughed, his gaze shifting from Bellamy, to me, and then back again. "Wow, man. I mean, at first I wasn't sure, but. . . wow. Our brave and fearless leader has gone soft for some girl. I get it though."
He grabbed me by the chin, moving my face side to side, before releasing it harshly. "She's cute. For a murderer. But hey, each to their own, right?"

My struggling slowed as I looked over at Bellamy. He was already watching me when I did so, lips slightly parted as if he wanted to say something to me.

He either changed his mind, or didn't know what to say. Either way, he turned away from me, heaving a sigh as he turned to Murphy.
"Look, what do you want me to say? You want me to apologise? I'm-"

Bellamy took half a step forward, to which Murphy swung his gun up and aimed it at his head. I couldn't tell what was going through Bellamy's head right now, just that he was focused on trying to keep Murphy from doing what he planned to do. I only hoped it worked.
"I'm sorry," Bellamy said quietly. It sounded genuine enough; it might have been for all I knew.

For the slightest second, I thought Bellamy had maybe gotten through to Murphy. Somehow bypassed the hate and reached him.
That was, until the boy laughed to himself, shaking his head. "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."

I struggled against the restraints, shouting as best I could with the gag across my mouth. I attempted to stand up, but it barely budged. Glancing down, I saw the belts were not only around my ankles on the front legs of the chair, but the back legs were tied to some pipes on the wall. Apparently, Murphy was smarter than I gave him credit for.

Bellamy looked at me sadly, knowing full well we were running out of time. I wanted the chance to hear things from Bellamy himself, not the manchild with the gun.

"Oooh, looks like I might've hit a nerve, hey?" Murphy sneered, chuckling to himself. He then pointed to a stool that was off to the side, "Bring that over."

Bellamy went and grabbed he, dragging it beneath the makeshift rope, before looking back at Murphy.

"Stand on it," Murphy said, a sick smile edging on to his face. After Bellamy did, he then told him to put the loop over his head.

I could feel tears threatening to spill, silently begging that Raven would pull some sort of miracle. I couldn't watch another person I cared about die.

"This is insane," Bellamy told the boy. "The Grounders could've-"

Murphy turned the weapon and fired a bullet that found its way into the wall right beside my head. I let out a muffled cry, jumping as I pinched my eyes shut. I was unable to keep back my tears any longer, the fright of almost being shot shocking my system.

He then grabbed the other end of the noose, wrapping it around his hand until he had a good grip on it. "Put it over your head. I won't miss a second time."

Bellamy didn't hesitate, grabbing the noose and slipping it over his head. "Happy now?"

I cried against the gag, tears falling down my cheeks and being caught by the material as I tried to tell him to take it off. Bellamy didn't look at me, and I knew it was because he was trying to maintain his resolve. But I just wanted to see his eyes; see that look he gave me that always caught me off guard.

Murphy tugged the end of the belts sharply, just enough that it snapped up at Bellamy's neck. Bellamy grabbed the loop so it wasn't right against his throat, but the boy had it taut enough that he wouldn't be able to remove it easily, if at all.

"You're so brave, aren't you?" The boy teased darkly, eyes looking him up and down. "You came in here thinking you were gonna turn this whole thing around. That you were stronger than me, that maybe one of your friends would come and help you. Well, what are you thinking now, Bellamy? Hm?"

He pulled down on the rope in his hand. Bellamy was lifted high enough that only his toes remained on the stool, and his hands were barely keeping the noose at bay. If Murphy pulled any tighter, Bellamy was going to choke.

Murphy let Bellamy down off of his toes, tying the end to the ladder so that he could walk around. He left the rope short enough that it wasn't hanging loose around Bellamy's neck, but he wasn't choking anymore either.
"You know, I gotta hand it to you, Bellamy. You got them all fooled. They actually look up to you. Almost as much as they look up to Clarke. Yeah, but we know the truth. . . don't we?"

I could see Bellamy struggling to stay balanced, the stool quivering beneath his toes. If Murphy didn't kick the stool out, Bellamy might just topple; either way, this ended with him being hung.

"You're a coward," Murphy told him, the anger clear in his voice. Bellamy didn't respond, just stared at the boy. "I learned that the day you kicked out the crate from beneath me. Well, I'm doing this for the rest of us."

At the look of confusion on Bellamy's face, Murphy grinned, his head tilting to the side. "Isn't that what you said? That you were just giving the people what they wanted. Right?"

Bellamy finally broke his silence, but his expression didn't change. "I should've stopped them."

"Yeah, it's a little late for that now," Murphy tsked.

"How does this end for you, Murphy? You think they're just gonna let you out of here?"

Murphy nodded once, looking up at the boy. "Well, I think the princess is dead. And I know the king's about to die, so who's really gonna lead these people? Huh? Me. That's who. I'll obviously have to kill your girlfriend here - she doesn't seem very cooperative."

"You've already got me, Murphy" Bellamy said. "Kill me. Not her; just me."

I started pulling at my restraints again, making eye contact with Bellamy. He just about looked defeated. I wasn't about to let him save me by getting himself killed.

The belts were beginning to dig far enough into my wrists that some of my fingers felt numb, and my skin stung. But I didn't care, I needed to get out of these, and I needed to stop Murphy.

"That's cute, really. But, I don't care what you want, or what you think I want," Murphy laughed at Bellamy. "So, after I kill her, maybe I have to kill your Grounder-pounding little sister, too."

Bellamy kicked on of his legs out in attempts to hit Murphy for speaking about his sister in that way. The boy dodged him easily, throwing his gun over his shoulder as he walked over and pulled down on the rope, apparently not happy with being attacked. Bellamy was barely on his toes now, trying his best to get the noose off.

I was shouting again at this point, but Murphy didn't care. All he was focused on, was making Bellamy suffer. A sharp yell escaped from beneath the floor, catching the attention of all three of us.

"I'm guessing that's her now," Murphy grinned as he let go of the rope. Bellamy took a deep breath, both of us watching as the boy pulled his gun back around and began firing at the floor.

"No!" Bellamy shouted as he tried to release himself. It had to be Raven doing whatever Bellamy had asked of her.

"Raven!" I screamed against the gag. I knew she wouldn't hear me, but I couldn't help it.

After Murphy got around seven shots off, the boy's gun jammed. Murphy quickly began to try to fix his gun, trying to disengage the clip to adjust it.

Bellamy used Murphy having his back turned and not pulling on the rope to his advantage. He brought both of his hands to his neck and began to loosen the loop he had made.

It didn't take Murphy long to notice, unfortunately. The boy lowered his gun and began to walk over to Bellamy. I screamed desperately, tears still falling as I begged Murphy not to.

"Sutton," Bellamy said softly as I was taking a breath, standing still long enough to look at me. I didn't start screaming again yet, meeting his eyes as he shook his head. "Don't look."

Right after Bellamy said it, Murphy kicked the stool out from underneath him. His body dropped heavily, the noose tightening around his neck immediately.