four - Tell It Brandi

Ignoring all the indistinct chatter that flown around her, Brandi left her secluded space in the dropship and made her way out onto the main land.

Her time was wasted, being locked up in solitude with not much left to do.

So she made her way over to the hand made sink filled with clean picked water and grabbed a tin cup.

''Hey!''

Brandi whips towards the pale boy who seems to cause many stressful problems around the camp. She's come to know that his name is Murphy.

He stood beside Bellamy, both with they're arms folded across they're chest as if they were held high and mighty.

Not with Brandi. They were surely mistaken.

''We just got that water. Since you don't lift a damn finger around here, I suggest you stay in place'' He says.

She lingers her unamused sight on him for a few seconds longer before looking over to Bellamy.

Though he didn't make the situation any better, his stone hard features weren't readable to the girl.

''How about you treat me with some respect? You need me here and if you wanna live, then you're gonna play by some of my rules. You hear?''

Once again, Murphy was at a loss for words. He didn't like how he was getting talk down to, especially when he was second man in power.

''Let's go'' Bellamy mutters, patting his arm to let him know he's heading to a different direction.

''You're just gonna-''

''I said, let's go'' He says more firm than before. You can tell that he was remotely serious.

Brandi attempted to held back her smirk when Murphy grimaced at her one final time before walking off.

''Sick of being inside?''

Brandi whips around to find Octavia reaching for another tin cup.

Brandi kept silent while taking a sip of the cool liquid, not wanting to show any friendliness.

But Octavia was too stubborn and naive to notice, so she kept going.

''I know the feeling, I've been practically living under the floorboards my entire life-''

''If you think that's something we could have in common, it's not. Therefore, it doesn't make us friends'' Brandi shares abruptly. She grew irritated at her need of a friendship.

''I'm not trying to find things in common, I just thought-''

''Well you thought wrong.''

Brandi left, leaving Octavia feeling not only hurt but embarrass in her place.

The camp wasn't expanded much so the site was little to walk around in.

Brandi lead herself towards the scene of Murphy bothering yet another person. Just because no one could get enough of him today.

He stood behind a kid, unzipping his jeans and started to urinated on the boy who was kneeling on the floor.

''What's next, Murphy? Wait till he drops the soap later on?''

Any expression fell from everyone's features once they heard the insult leave Brandi's lips.

''You don't control this place. You may have Bellamy to stick by you're side but I don't take bull shit from anyone'' He spits out.

Brandi shakes her head. ''I don't care. Now back the hell away from him.''

He zips himself up and the boy who was once kneeling was standing beside Brandi.

She turns around and was about to return to her lonesome room when the unnamed kid called out for her ''Hey.''

She only turns half of her body towards him.

''Thanks, grounder.''

The cock of her brow worried the boy, as she flickers her gaze from him to Murphy, and then back to the kid.

''The name's Brandi.''

× × ×

The unnamed blonde picks up a familiar weapon from the table list with a variety few items place on the covered table.

''This was made of metal from the dropship.''

Bellamy, Octavia, Brandi, the unnamed blonde and the boy who was stabbed by a sphere named Jasper stood around a tent, discussing personal matters that involved Wells.

Apparently, while Octavia tried to bring Jasper out of the walls to break his anxiety, an incident occurred where they discovered a knife and two fingers covered in dried blood. Most likely, all fingers point to Wells since nobody seen him all morning.

No pun intended.

''What do you mean?'' Jasper ask while looking up at the blonde in mild fright after hearing her say that.

Bellamy turns to his younger sister who was leaning her body against the table. ''Who else knows about this?''

''No one. We brought it straight here.''

''Clarke?'' Jasper mumbles, and the blonde takes a glance towards him before looking back down at the knife.

'So that was her name' Brandi thought, getting tired of referring to her as just 'that blonde'.

''It means the grounders didn't kill Wells. It was one of us.''

Brandi's sight quickly flicker past Bellamy, noticing his jaw clench multiple times.

Jasper shifts uncomfortably in his spot as he asks ''So, there's a murderer in the camp?''

''No. Goldilocks decided to kill the three bears'' Brandi remarks. It was more of a habit of her to be witty when it comes to unnecessary or straight forward statements.

''There's more than one murderer in this camp'' Bellamy proclaims, completely ignoring Brandi. ''This isn't news, and we need to keep it quiet.''

Brandi urge of annoyance grew again. She's heard remarks like those since she's been living there and it made her confused of they're identities.

But she pushed past her thoughts as she watched Clarke walk around the table and past Brandi to exit the tent, when Bellamy stopped her.

''Get out of my way, Bellamy.''

''Be smart about this'' He warns. ''Look at what we've achieved; the walls, the patrols. Like it or not, thinking the grounders killed Wells is good for us.''

Clarke shakes her head vigorously. ''Oh, good for you, you mean.''

''Um..'' Brandi pipes in,turning heads towards her.

''As sick as that sounded..'' She says, referring to how Bellamy put the mess. ''Keeping it known that way is actually safer. I could relate from experience.''

Bellamy raises an arm towards me, glad to have someone prove a point.

''You just want people to be afraid so people can work for you. That's it, isn't it?'' She questions and without shame, Bellamy nods.

''Yeah, that's it. But it's good for all of us. Fear of the grounders is building that wall.''

Brandi kept her mouth shut. She didn't want to show favoritism, but fear is somehow a way to gain power, to get people to listen. But if people knew the truth, they'd feel they'd know enough to start a riot.

''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.''

''Okay, dip shit. Now I know you're just talking nonsense'' Brandi stops before anyone else could speak because it was rocket science to know whose knife it belonged to.

His piercing stare burned her as he arched a brow. ''Excuse me?''

''I know who carries that knife around.''

''Plus, look at the initials'' Clark adds, showing him the handle part where it's been engraved with J.M.

''The people have a right to know.''

Clarke pushes her way past him, with the remainder of them following after her.

''You son of a bitch!'' Clarke yells, pushing Murphy in the process.

By now, everyone started to circle around the scene.

''What's you're problem?'' He chuckles.

''Recognize this?'' She asks, revealing his knife.

People started outburst in murmurs as Murphy says ''It's my knife. Where'd you find it?''

''Where'd you dropped it after you killed Wells'' She immediately accused, pulling it away from Murphy's reach after he tried to grab it.

That's when he became serious. ''When what? The grounders killed Wells, not me.''

''Weak'' Brandi inconveniently comments aloud by accident.

Before Murphy could respond, Clarke continues. ''I know what you did, and you're gonna pay for it.''

''Really?'' He asked, unimpressed. He looks up to look directly at Bellamy.

''Bellamy, you can't believe this crap?''

He stays quiet, not willing to respond. I guess you could say he was still trying wrap his head around this.

''You threatened to kill him. We all heard you. You hated Wells.''

He rolls his eyes. ''Plenty of people hated Wells. His father was the chancellor that locked us up-''

''Yeah, but you're the only one who got in a knife fight with him!'' She snaps, her limits at it's near breaking point.

''Yeah, I didn't kill him then either.''

''You tried to kill Jasper too'' Octavia spoke up.

Brandi tried her hardest to resist the urge of looking at her. If this girl didn't stand by the term irritating, she didn't know what did.

He starts to chuckle dryly. ''Come on. This is ridiculous. I don't have to answer to you- I don't have to answer to anyone!''

Bellamy slightly tilts his head to the side. ''Come again?''

Murphy walked around Clarke and towards him. ''Bellamy, look, I'm telling you man, I didn't do this.''

''They found his fingers on the ground with you're knife'' He informs, showing there is no better angle.

Murphy stays silent, trying to figure out ways to prove his own innocence.

''Is this the kind society we want? You say there should be no rules, does that mean that we can kill each other without punishment?'' Clarke stammers out.

''I already told you, I didn't kill anyone.''

Someone within the crowd calls out ''I say we float him.''

Everyone yelled, chanting ''yeah.''

Clarke turns to the direction of the person who is beginning the up rise. ''That's not what I'm saying.''

''Why not? He deserves to float. It's justice.''

''Revenge isn't justice.''

''It's justice. Let's float him!'' He yells and that's when the riot, Brandi predicted form.

Everyone chanted ''float him'' and it lead Murphy with rage.

He charged for the boy who was starting trouble but somebody let out their foot, causing him to fall flat on his face.

The crowd came in and started to attack him.

Brandi backs herself out of the crowd and runs towards the dropship.

She climbs up to her level and grabs her bow and arrow, slinging it over her shoulder before heading back down.

By the time she came back out, everyone was running somewhere else, and they began to hang Murphy against the tree.

They had Murphy standing on something that wasn't quite clear through the crowd from Brandi was standing, and while everyone was cheering Bellamy, she could even see him standing next to him.

Brandi readies her weapon up to eye level and lets the arrow slip through her finger tips, cutting through the weak rope that kept Murphy in the air, landing into a tree.

Everyone's banter and chatter comes to a stop, resuming to the quiet and peacefulness of the woods.

''Brandi-'' Bellamy calls but Brandi started going by her own ways.

''I don't give a rats ass if he killed my goldfish, execution is not how anyone should handle things'' Brandi snaps.

It wasn't that she was protective over people, nonetheless Murphy, she just has morals. She has right morals.

''You tried to take his head-'' Bellamy used once again as an excuse.

''That was different'' She hissed. ''I did it by accident. But you- you were going to let him die.''

''Then how should we handle it?'' He asks, though it was a rhetorical question. It wasn't really meant to be answered but Brandi decided to play along. She decided to give everyone a real scare.

''If you kill Murphy, I'll kill you.''