Loss was hard enough to deal with as it is. Harley's never been one to experience it. She's heard horror stories from the other delinquents at the camp, of how they watched their parent or parents get floated, or even friends. Harley had friends, sure, but she also had both of her parents. She didn't feel it, not until a few days ago when Wells was found dead. They all assumed the grounders killed him. She knew him back in The Ark, liked him even. He was a kind person, and didn't deserve it. Harley buried him along with Clarke and paid her respects with a heavy heart days ago, and chose to give others hope by moving on.

That's how Harley found herself starting with Jasper. He had healed a lot more and felt better, and Clarke suggested he take a walk after giving him the okay. Harley volunteered to help him, and had carefully led him out of the dropship. Jasper was fine with that, at first. He passed through the others working to build a wall slowly, but when they reached the gate he froze and looked around with wide eyes.

Frowning, Harley stepped forward in front of him. "Hey, Jasper," she spoke, gently touching his shoulder. He flinched at the contact but visibly relaxed a second after. "We're just going to take a few steps, alright? No one is going to hurt you here. I promise," she assured him, her voice gentle. Jasper didn't speak, only nodded shakily, but still looked around wearily. Harley walked forward, looking behind her to see Jasper slowly limping behind her.

"Come on," Harley urged him, waving her hand. "Hey, look.." She backed up further, careful of where she was stepping to not trip before stopping a few feet in front of Jasper. "If you make it to where I am, I'll show you a super cool card trick." The promise made Jasper gave her a small smile and he stumbled forward, a bit faster than his speed had been.

Pleased, Harley smiled to herself. She waited, reaching in her pocket and ready to grab her deck of cards for when Jasper limped to where she was. So far, she's only gotten the chance to show one person her favorite card trick, and Murphy hadn't clearly enjoyed it. Jasper was more fun, and maybe Harley would even get a larger smile out of him. She missed seeing him that happy, from their first day on the ground.

All of a sudden, someone leaped out from the bush she was standing next to and covered her mouth, wrapping another arm around her waist and dragging her down. Harley let out a muffled shriek, eyes widening as her heart leaped. She thrashed in the grip, scared from unsure who had grabbed her. She heard Jasper calling her name, and finally struggled her way out of the grip.

Whirling around, Harley stumbled to her feet to see another delinquent laughing, clear he had no regrets for scaring both her and Jasper. "Can't you see he's already scared?!" She exclaimed, motioning to Jasper, who looked frightened. "You should be ashamed of yourself," she scolded before turning back to Jasper.

Jasper had turned around, making his way back to the dropship. Harley sighed, rushing forward after him. "Jasper, hey! It's okay," she called out, nearing him, but he ignored her. "There's nothing out here to be afraid of - " She stopped when Jasper suddenly tripped and fell to the ground. She rushed forward, kneeling beside him and putting her hand on the flat of his back in worry. "Are you alright?" Harley asked, studying him.

However, Jasper looked more scared by something in front of him. Harley followed his gaze, her expression changing from concerned to complete shock when seeing a metal knife surrounded by severed fingers.

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"Who else knows about this?"

"No one," Harley mumbled in response to Clarke, biting her thumbnail. She still felt sick from seeing Wells fingers separated from his body, but she knew the right thing to do was to tell their leaders. They didn't look any better than her at the sight, but they were shielded from the delinquents, so the other hadn't known. "We brought it straight here."

Observing the knife, Clarke shook her head. "This knife was made out of metal from the dropship," she continued during her study before looking up to the four in front of her. "It means the grounders didn't kill Wells. It was one of us."

Stunned, Harley dropped her hand. "There's a murderer in the camp?" She asked, astonished at the words. They were a group that had to stick together if they wanted to survive, and the fact that they had killed one of their own was shocking to her.

"There's more than one murderer in this camp," Bellamy retorted, and Harley realized he was right. Quite a few of the delinquents had killed someone to land themselves in the Sky Box, but most had reasons and were trying to redeem themselves. "This isn't news. We need to keep it quiet."

Seemingly angry, Clarke made her way to the opening of the tent despite Bellamy's words. He stopped in front of her, and she looked up to glare at him. "Get out of my way, Bellamy," she warned him. Wells had been the girl's best friend since they were small, they were raised together. Harley didn't blame her, and even agreed with her momentarily.

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

"Oh, good for you, you mean," Clarke snapped sarcastically. "What, keep people afraid and they'll work for you? Is that it?"

"Yeah," Bellamy agreed. "That's it. But it's good for all of us. Fear of the Grounders is building that wall," he spoke. "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 pointed out.

Clarke shook her head, hardly listening, blinded by her anger. "Oh, really?" She shot back, holding the metal knife up. "J.M. John Murphy."

Harley felt a sinking feeling in her chest, unsure why. Murphy was a jerk, sure, one that couldn't even apologize after he got them both arrested for arson. A murderer, he might be, but it was more difficult to believe. "Are you sure?" She asked nervously. "There's others here with the initials J.M."

"He's the only one who threatened to kill Wells," Clarke declared angrily. She shoved her way past Bellamy's guard statue, mumbling; "The people have a right to know."

Harley was frozen in her spot, feeling unable to move by the sick grief, until Octavia and Jasper moved past her to follow Bellamy and Clarke outside. She pushed the tent's flap aside just in time to see Clarke shove Murphy, shouting in a cry."You son of a bitch!"

Startled, but catching himself before he topped over, Murphy glared at the blonde. "What's your problem?"

"Recognize this?" Clarke asked, lifting the knife to his eyesight.

Harley didn't miss the way Murphy glazed over it before snapping his attention back to Clarke. "Yeah, it's my knife," he stated, reaching for it, but Clarke pulled it away before he could grab it. "Where'd you find it?"

"Where you dropped it after you killed Wells," Clarke challenged him. "I know what you did, and you're gonna pay for it."

Somehow, Murphy looked surprised by the accusation. "Where I what?" He repeated. "The grounders killed Wells, not me!" He paused to look over her shoulder, seeing where Bellamy stood as the delinquents drew into a crowd around the scene. "Bellamy, you really believe this crap?" He asked. Instead of answering, Bellamy crossed his arms over his chest and looked at him with doubt. Harley wasn't even sure if she believed Murphy denying it, but she felt as if he did it, he wouldn't have been so ashamed after believing in their statement of 'whatever the hell we want'.

Clarke stepped to the side, forcing Murphy to look at her again. "You threatened to kill him, we all heard you. You hated Wells!" She accused him.

Shaking his head, Murphy glared her down. "Plenty of people hated Wells!" He argued with a well point. "His father was the Chancellor that locked us up."

"You're the only one that got in a knife fight with him!" Clarke exclaimed in anger, pointing to his chest.

"Yeah, I didn't kill him then either," Murphy snapped.

Remembering what her, Harley, and Monty had to do when Jasper was wounded, Octavia stepped forward from where she stood in between her brother and Harley. "You tried to kill Jasper too," she blamed him.

Jasper looked from Monty to Harley, confused. "What?"

Snorting, Murphy shook his head, still denying the accusation. "Come on, this is ridiculous!" He stated, holding his arms out in defense. "I don't have to answer to you, I don't have to answer to anyone!" He stepped around Clarke, ready to walk away, but Bellamy stopped him.

"Come again?"

Bellamy's harsh voice stopped Murphy suddenly, like he was realizing his place. "Bellamy, look," he started, walking towards the leader and speaking in a hushed voice. "I'm telling you. I didn't do this."

"Is this the kind of society that we want?" Clarke announced, turning to face each member of the crowd. "You say there should be no rules. Does that mean that we can kill each other without... Without punishment?" She asked.

Turning to face Clarke, Murphy denied it one last time. "I already told you, I didn't kill anyone!" He shouted in frustration, startling Harley.

Suddenly, one of the delinquents that Harley had recognized as Connor stepped up and shouted. "I say we float him!" He suggested, a couple of other behind him agreeing harshly. Harley wasn't one of them. She didn't believe in killing someone for a punishment, and was ready to trail forward to argue, before Octavia put her arm in front of her to stop it from happening. She gave her a small shake of her head, telling Harley without words it wasn't time.

"That's not what I'm saying," Clarke protested, calmer.

"Why not?" Connor asked. "He deserves to float, it's justice." The delinquents around him, more this time, were agreeing, edging him further. "It's justice!" He repeated over Clarke's protest, that revenge wasn't justice. "Float him!"

The statement began to edge the crowd on. Suddenly, everyone was shouting for them to float Murphy, pumping their fists and full of adrenaline. Scared but trying to hide it, Murphy tried to run, but someone kicked him in the leg, making him shout in pain and fall to the ground. All of a sudden, more leaped at the chance, kicking Murphy while he was down.

Pushing herself past Octavia, Harley rushed forward. "Stop!" She shouted, trying to shove her way past a few delinquents that were holding her, Murphy's friend Mbege, and Clarke back. She tried to push past, struggling in their grip while she watched in horror as they continued kicking and punching him. "Let go of him!" Harley pleaded, watching Murphy groan in pain before someone forcibly tied a gag in his mouth.

Two delinquents pulled Murphy up by each of his arms and dragged him to a small slope, pushing him down it. Harley rushed forward, feeling disgusted as they laughed when Murphy rolled down. "You can't do this!" Harley shouted before sliding down the mud. She ran into Connor, who gripped her arm and kept her from stopping someone from punching Murphy in the face. She desperately tried to get out of his grip, fighting, until Connor accidentally shoved her and made her fall on her back.

Harley hissed in pain as her back hit the ground, but this wasn't her main concern. Even if it was true, and Murphy did kill Wells, this wasn't justice and it certainly wasn't right. She pushed herself to her feet, just as someone slid a long rope over a tree. "Stop it!" She shouted again, her voice growing hoarse with desperation as they slid the noose over Murphy's neck. They pulled him up, painfully, and put a box underneath him for him to stand on. "What's wrong with you?!" Harley cried out, tears welling in her eyes.

Clarke was begging Bellamy to put a stop to it, because they listen to him. Harley held her breath, hoping he would. This was horrifying. They've lost Wells only days ago, and a few others since they landed. They couldn't lose anymore people, especially if they caused it. Even if she didn't like Murphy that much, he was a person, just as much as the rest of them. He was obnoxious and rude, but he didn't deserve this. Nobody deserved this.

Inspired by Clarke asking Bellamy to stop it, Connor instead encouraged him. "Bellamy!" He called out over the shouting. "You should do it! Bellamy! Bellamy!" His followers began chanting their leader's name, who looked lost on what to do.

Harley looked up, emotional, to see Murphy gagged and in pain. His face and body was streaked with blood and dirt, he looked weak since the first time that she's seen him. He even begged Bellamy, shaking his head, and mumbling his name through the gag.

"Bellamy, don't!" Harley exclaimed, frightened, and rushing forward. "Look at him! He's begging you!" She pleaded desperately along with Clarke, but he didn't listen. He pushed Clarke's protesting hands away and stepped forward, kicking the box holding Murphy up from underneath him.

Horrified, Harley watched as Murphy's body swung, the noose pulling tightly against his neck and cutting off his air-way. An awful, vile feeling spread in disgust through Harley's chest as tears finally made their way down her cheeks. "No!" She cried out, watching Murphy's body hang with his feet kicking, pushing Bellamy's shoulder in a fit of overwhelming emotions. "How could you?!" She let out a choked sob, shattered by the cruel actions her friends decided to take.

Murphy's body struggled, but his hands were bound, keeping him from saving his life. Harley could hear Bellamy blaming Clarke for telling them, but it was an echo. She was terrorized witnessing this, and knowing she was powerless to help made it worse.

Suddenly, Finn was rushing forward, pushing past the delinquents. "What the hell are you doing?!" He shouted, voice rough. "Cut him down!" Connor tried to stop him from getting close to the rope that held Murphy's noose by pulling a sharp, metal weapon out, but Finn shoved him harsher. "Get out of my way!"

A high pitched voice stop another murder from breaking out, a young girl with braids pulling against Octavia's grip. "Stop!" She pleaded. "Murphy didn't kill Wells!" Everyone stopped, looking at the shorter one. "I did!" She confessed.

Harley was completely shocked and starstruck by the confession, but clearly Clarke wasn't. She didn't hesitate in reaching forward and grabbing a sharp, silver weapon hanging in Bellamy's belt. She swung it forward, sticking it in the tree where the rope was, and slicing it in half.

After the rope was cut, Murphy's body hit the ground and he was gasping for breath. Harley found the feeling in her legs again and ran forward before she knelt beside him, untying the noose quickly as he snarled loudly. She quickly slid the rope off his neck and helped him sit up as the crowd grew silent, all stunned by the disclosure.

After untying Murphy's wrists, he pushed Harley aside and tried to stand. But she gently pressed her palm to the side of his face even when he tried to pull away weakly, refusing any assistance. "John, let me help - " Harley begged, her voice cracking.

"Leave me alone!" If he could speak, Harley was sure that's what she was hearing. His voice, however, was deep and cracked from being hung. Harley sat on her knees, paralyzed and panting as he stood to his feet, nearly falling over in the process. She wasn't sure how they could come back from this, or how she could stay optimistic and hopeful when her friends became this.