Murphy had been pacing back and forth in front of the delinquents that had crowded together, a few feet away from where Bellamy, Clarke, and Finn had dragged Charlotte into a tent to hide out from Murphy's rampage. He hadn't let Harley helped him, or even clean the blood off his face. He was still limping from the beating earlier, and his voice was still deep and hoarse from being hung. "Bring out the girl, Bellamy!" He shouted.

Harley could hear quiet murmuring coming from the tent, but couldn't make out what they were saying to the young girl. She couldn't figure out why Charlotte, a small quiet child would ever kill someone, especially someone as kind and hopeful as Wells. Not many people at the camp liked him, due to how he was the son of the chancellor who have floated people they care about, but she did. That doesn't mean Harley thought it was right to agree with Murphy and get revenge on Charlotte, the same way she didn't think it was okay to hang Murphy.

"Bring the girl out now!" Murphy yelled.

Having enough, Harley went to step forward but Octavia reached out and touched her arm. She looked at Harley, shaking her head, overprotective and fearing Murphy would do something to her. "I tried not to let them hang him," she told her, her voice quiet so the conversation was only between them. "I have to try again."

"This isn't right," Harley stated, her voice gentle when she approached Murphy. She was scared of him, especially now when he was angry and more threatening, but she didn't back down. Not yet, anyways. "John, hanging you wasn't justice," she stated when Murphy finally looked at her, discouraged. "Neither is harming a scared little girl."

"Out of everyone here, I thought you'd understand the most," Murphy shot back, making Harley tense, automatically knowing what he meant. Harley was innocent, and locked up for two years; not one person believed her when she claimed she didn't help Murphy in setting an arson. It was the same situation for him, when Murphy was accused of killing Wells and despite his claims of not doing it, he was hung.

"I do understand," Harley said, treading around the words carefully. She did. Some could have assumed maybe that she hated Murphy for what he did, but she didn't. All Harley ever wanted to know was why he did it. Everyone deserves a second chance. "But I'm not trying to kill you for getting me locked up."

Slowly breathing in and out, the pair held an intense gaze before Murphy finally spoke. "I guess that's one of the few differences between us." Before Harley could ask what he could have possibly meant by that, Murphy was shouting at the tent again, completely ignoring her. "You want to build a society, princess? Let's build a society! Bring her out!" He commanded. Harley opened her mouth to speak, but felt a tap on her shoulder. It was Octavia, motioning for her to step back before it got ugly, to which she complied.

The opening to the tent flipped open, and only Bellamy walked out. Harley's boots dug in the dirt as she stepped back, knowing this wasn't going to end well. Not after that cruel act Bellamy had done, and the way Murphy wanted revenge. "Well, well, well," Murphy greeted, taunting. "Look who decided to join us."

"Dial it down and back off," Bellamy warned.

"Or what?" Murphy challenged, stepping forward and getting face to face. "What are you gonna do? Hang me?"

"I was just giving the people what they wanted," Bellamy defended himself, as if that was some type of defense, Harley thought. If you're a leader, you do what's best for your people. Not murder someone to please them.

Getting an idea from Bellamy's excuse, Murphy nodded. "Yeah," he agreed. "That's a good idea. Why don't we do that right now?" He turned around, facing the delinquents behind them. "So, who here wants to see the real murderer hung up? All in favor?" He questioned, raising his hand. Shocked, Harley didn't move. While she didn't, a few others did. The first to raise their hand in agreement was Mbege, Murphy's closest friend. Even Connor, who had initiated the first hanging, was agreeing.

Surprised by the lack of hands, Murphy dropped his and frowned darkly. "I see," he muttered bitterly. "So, it's okay to string me up for nothing, but when this little bitch confesses, you all let her walk?!" He shouted, pointing to the tent vigorously. "Cowards! All of you are cowards!" He accused them in a gravel bellow.

"Hey, Murphy! Murphy!" Bellamy hollered, stopping him. He stepped forward until Murphy turned around and they were face to face again, noses nearly touching. "It's over." Whatever was going to happen, Bellamy was declaring it over, and that was the one demand Harley had agreed with from him since they landed.

That's what Harley thought, anyways. Murphy on the other hand, wasn't about to accept that, not after what he suffered. "Whatever you say, boss," he replied, his voice quiet and seeming to agree. Bellamy gave him one last fierce, angry expression before turning around and getting ready to leave.

All of a sudden, Murphy picked up a large wooden log stacked up with others and swung it forward, striking Bellamy in the back of the head before anyone could warn him. Harley gasped, jumping as Bellamy fell to the ground. "You son of a bitch!" Octavia screeched, lurching forward and ready to fight him.

Before Octavia could reach him, Jasper put himself in between them, pushing her back. Murphy struck him next, punching him in the side of the face and making him back down. "Come on, let's get the girl!" He urged the few followers he had. They stepped forward as Murphy opened the tent, and Harley's breath hitched, fearing the little girl was in there. But she wasn't, she could tell by the way Murphy angrily flipped it close. "Charlotte!" He screamed harshly, whirling around. "I know you can hear me! And when I find you, you are going to pay!"

"John!" Harley finally exclaimed, the sound of his name coming out like a plea as Octavia bent down to check on Bellamy. She stepped forward, grabbing his lower arm, and gave him a begging look, knowing she was powerless. "You know I know how you feel. This isn't the answer, please don't do this," she begged.

But Murphy ripped his arm out of Harley's grip violently, giving her one last aggressive scowl as his followers prepared to leave and find Charlotte. "You always had it good, I never did," he snapped, his eyes venom like. "You can't ever know how I feel."

With that, Harley watched, powerless to change the situation as Murphy left with a few others to do what was done to him.

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Night had fallen upon them. Bellamy, after being looked at closely, had insisted he was fine. He proved it when he made a run for it, his mission to stop Murphy from finding Charlotte. Harley had chosen to stay at camp, not able to handle what would happen when he caught up. The thought of handling more death wasn't easy. So instead, she opted to be with Monty, Octavia, and Jasper in the dropship. With Bellamy and Clarke both gone, the delinquents didn't know what to do. So, instead, watching Monty prepare his invention to contact the Ark was better.

"Hey. Hey, guys," Harley spoke up, sitting cross legged on the ground, her hands shuffling her deck of cards. "Want to play go fish? Slap jack?" She was desperate for a distraction, something to lighten the mood. They had spent hours watching over Bellamy's unconscious body, and now were waiting to see the fate of what would happen to the ones who took off. Harley needed someone to remind her that this wasn't happening.

Jasper tilted his head at her, leaning away from where Monty was working. "Why do you always have those?" He asked, eyeing the deck of cards in Harley's hands.

Harley paused her shuffling to leaf the cards, flicking them into each other with her thumbs. "I didn't get much free time in the Sky Box 'cause I was in isolation," she explained. "I begged and begged the guards for something, and finally, they let my parents bring me something small and harmless. It isn't fun playing go fish by yourself, but it was better than being alone."

"Yeah, I've been meaning to bring that up again," Octavia added her input, just as grateful for the subject change. Harley was truly surprised when she didn't leave with her brother in the woods, but hadn't pushed it, and instead was thankful she stayed. She remembered when they were first on the ground, and Octavia asked her what she was locked up for. Listening, Harley stopped flipping her cards together. "Why did they put you in isolation? You're literally as harmless as a butterfly."

Harley shrugged, defeated, and not commenting on the harmless compliment. She was, anyways. "Murphy was too," she pointed out. "Since I was there, I guess they thought I was on the same level of morals as him."

"That's weird," Jasper added. "That they just, arrested you."

"Well, I'm on the ground," Harley pointed out, looking on the brighter side of the fact that she was blamed for an arrest. "That's good, right?"

Before anyone could answer, they heard a calling from outside of the dropship. Harley perked up at the sound, turning her head. "Is that them? Are they back?" She asked curiously, rising to her feet. The four got their answer when they crawled down the ladder and arrived outside, the chill of the night air greeting them along with Clarke and Bellamy who were gathering the delinquents together. Harley didn't not notice that Murphy wasn't there, and curiously stepped forward, worried.

Clarke opened up her leadership speech with what had happened to Murphy and Charlotte. Harley had listened closely, being hit with different emotions with each part. Murphy and Bellamy had caught up to Charlotte, and Murphy had lashed out by holding a knife to Clarke's throat and demanding they hand over the girl. Before they could have made a decision, the guilt overwhelmed Charlotte, and she leaped off the edge of the cliff they were at. Bellamy had beat Murphy, nearly to death, before him and Clarke came to the decision to not kill him, but to banish him.

Harley wasn't angry, more so hurt and upset. If Murphy had just considered her offer to calm down and forgive, it wouldn't have happened. Now he was out in the woods, alone, after he was the one tortured and Charlotte wouldn't be dead.

"That's why we've decided to banish Murphy," Clarke finished, the crowd of delinquents completely stunned and quiet.

"Does anybody have a problem with that?" Bellamy added, demanding to know, and crossing his arms over his chest. No one answered, not even Harley, although she had even though she understood they did what they had to do.

After the speech, Harley was back in the dropship. A crowd had formed, consisting of Jasper, Octavia, Monty, Clarke, and Finn all surrounding the genius who had finally finished his machine to contact the Ark. "Will we be able to talk to them?" Clarke asked, watching Monty put the final touches to it with Clarke's wristband.

"No," Monty answered truthfully as sparks lit up. "More like morse code." He motioned to Jasper, beckoning him closer. "Do you want to do the honors?" Harley smiled, stepping to the side and letting him step closer. He handed Jasper the small wired clip, and pointed where to put it. "That port right there."

Harley watched, on edge with a grin on her face, as Jasper carefully clipped the wire to where he was told. It was quiet for a split second before the machine let out a large spark, making her jump in surprise, before a sharp pain stabbed her where her wristband was. "Ow!" She hissed, looking down to see the spark jumping out from her band before the lights became dull. As did Finn, Jasper, and Monty.

Jasper quickly stepped back like it was set on fire, and Monty leaned forward and studied it. "What happened?" Clarke asked, not feeling the spark, as her wristband was the one being used to make the machine.

"It didn't work," Monty answered with a sigh, his hands dropping in disappointment. "I think we fried the wristbands.." He finished slowly.

Emotional, Harley turned away and looked at her wrist, with the fried wristband. They were alone now, she realized. The Ark depended on their vital signs, and now, they think they're all dead. They were on a radiated soaked planet with grounders willing to kill them, she thought, tears welling in her eyes. Everyone thought they were dead, and weren't going to follow them down. It was a death sentence.