murphy's law; ❛ GODDESS ❜ ⤞ the one hundred
❝It belongs to your so-called best friend❞

Sep. 23 2149

It had been almost a week since the death of Atom and the murder of Callum Hays.

Despite that, the camp was thriving. Due to the fear of an attack from grounders, there had been a skyrocket in food and work ethic.

The pain I felt sucked but the threat of also being murdered at any given moment was a distraction

I had spent the first couple of days in my tent, everyone respected my wishes aside from someone making sure I ate at least once, it was usually Wells or Monty.

When I first saw Wells, we embraced in a moment of silence as we cried over our brother.

On the third day I finally had the energy to get up I dragged Octavia out of the camp.

We were at a river we found last week, it was quiet and peaceful, exactly what I needed.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, feeling the sun on my skin and the gentle breeze in my hair.

Octavia splashed me and I splashed her back, the two of us goofing off like we used to on the Ark.

It's moments like these that make me feel like there is hope for us on the ground.

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On the sixth day, Monty and I were working on the wristbands. Well- Monty was working on the wristbands.

In the words of the wonderful me, I was "keeping my favorite person company"

I uncontrollably laughed before I could even get my joke out and Monty sat regretting his life decisions.

"Wh-what," I began to laugh, "what did the blanket say, as it fell off the bed?"

Monty closed his eyes and counted to five trying not to murder his best friend.

"What did he say, 1?"

"Oh sheet!"

I then laughed so hard I couldn't breathe and was in pain for the next five minutes as Monty rubbed my back.

Everything was going to be just fine.

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It had now been a week since everything had happened and it was, as normal as it could be.

I have my arm looped with Jaspers as Octavia has the other.

"Look, we're already there. Just a few steps, okay? One foot in front of the other." Octavia says as we help Jasper walk outside for the first time since the accident.

Hey, what's wrong?" I ask when I notice jaspers hesitation

"Hmm? Oh, nothing. I'm good" he replies, gulping nervously

"Jasper, it's been a week, okay? You've been given a second chance. You gotta use it." she says, overly enthusiastic.

"Yeah listen to Tavia, Jasper." I agree, smiling

But before Octavia can step any further she's snatched into a bush, a shocked scream leaving her mouth.

"Octavia? Octavia! Octavia, are you okay?" Jasper asks, worried

I gasp and wall over to the bush, only to be met with someone from camp holding Octavia. I shove him off.

"Hey, jerk! Get the hell out of here." Octavia shouts as he runs off.

"Jasper, come on. There's nothing to be afraid of." I reassure.

Just after I say it Jaspers trips and falls. I'm instantly by his side as I try to help him up but he seems shocked by what he's looking at.

We follow his line of sight only to be met with a gut-wrenching sight.

Callum's fingers were on the ground, right in front of us.

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While Octavia went to go grab Clarke & Finn, I was on Bellamy & Wells duty. I saw Wells first, working by the dropship.

"Hey we need you in the meeting tent," I say walking up to him

"It's about Callum."

He nods before walking there, hurriedly.

I sigh, turning to look for Bellamy in the crowd.

Eventually I see him and walk up to him.

When he catches sight of me he smiles. Under any other circumstance, I probably would've gotten flustered and smiled back, but not right now. This worried.

"We have a problem," is all I say before he turns serious.

We were the last to arrive, Clarke furrows her brows at our intersected hands but doesn't say anything about it.

Clarke picks up the knife to observe it,

"This knife was made of metal from the dropship."

"What do you mean?" Jasper breathes out

"Who else knows about this?" Clarke asks

"No one," I answer

Octavia finishes, "We brought it straight here."

"What is it?" I question, noticing the look on her face

"It means the Grounders didn't kill Callums. It was one of us."

This news shocks me. He wasn't attacked by a grounder, he was attacked by someone here. My gut wrenches thinking about it.

Wells and I share a fearful look.

Bellamy puts a hand on my back in comfort, sending shivers down my spine, despite the warmth of his hand.

"So, there's a murderer in the camp?" Anxiety filled him.

"There's more than one murderer in this camp. This isn't news. We need to keep it quiet."

Clarke ignores what he says and goes to walk out of the tent but Bellamy stops her.

"Get out of my way, Bellamy." She says, glaring up at him.

"Clarke, be smart about this. Look at what we've achieved... the wall, the patrols. Like it or not, thinking the Grounders killed Callum is good for us."

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

"Clarke-" Wells trails off, trying to intervene

If looks could kill

"Yeah. That's it. But it's good for all of us. Fear of the Grounders is building that wall. 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 does have a point, Clarke," I say pointedly

"Of course, you'd agree with him" She spats

My eyebrows raise in shock.

"The knife belongs to your so-called best friend." She shoves the knife in my face, revealing the two carved initials on the handle.

I freeze in shock

"J.M. John Murphy. The people have a right to know."

With that, she barges out of the tent, I storm out, hot on her heels ready to stop her.

"Clarke!"

She ignores me.

Clarke walks up and shoves Murphy with force,

"You son of a bitch!"

"Woah, what's your problem?" He asks confused

She holds up his knife,

"Recognize this?"

"It's my knife. Where'd you find it?" He goes to reach for it but he pulls it away.

"Where you dropped it after you killed Callum," Clarke yells, attracting a crowd

"Where I what? The Grounders killed Callum, not me." He defends himself, "Why would I do that to Athena, huh?"

"I know what you did, and you're gonna pay for it." Clarke continues

He then turns to Bellamy,

"Really? Bellamy, you really believe this crap?"

"You threatened to kill him. We all heard you. You hated Callum."

"Plenty of people hated Callum. His father was the councillor who pushed the button to float our parents." He shouts

"Murphy!" I scold, he was not helping his case.

"Yeah, but you're the only one who got in a fist fight with him."

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

"Tried to kill Jasper, too!" Octavia adds, making me shoot her an exasperated look.

"Come on. This is ridiculous. I don't have to answer to you. I don't have to answer to anyone!"

"Come again?" Bellamy demands

Wells turns to Clarke, agitated.

"Even if he did kill Callum, we're ok the ground with a bunch of dangerous criminals, who knows what they'll do with him." He quietly says despite his anger

Murphy faces me before grabbing my hands in his.

"Look Athena I swear to you, I did not kill him."
He begs, his eyes glistening with unshed tears

My heart fills with pain and I know he's telling the truth.

I squeeze his hands, "I know Murphy, I know."

"Is this the kind of society that we want? You say there should be no rules. Does that mean that we can kill each other without... without punishment?" Clarke continues her rant, riling up the crowd even more.

"I already told you. I didn't kill anyone." He quickly grows angered

"I say we float him!" A delinquent calls out.

They call out in agreement.

"How about you back the hell up and mind your damn business!" I shout, shoving Conner back.

This angers the crowd as Conner grabs me.

I mouth to Murphy, run.

He doesn't make it far before the crowd grabs him and throws him down the hill.

"Hey, hey! Stop it let her go!"

I hear Wells shout from the crowd.

I elbow Conner in the face makjg him cry out and let go as I run after them.

"Stop it!" I shove through the kids but my shouts go unheard.

They manage to get a noose around his neck as they try to hang him.

I make my way to the front of the crowd, until I get to Bellamy.

I shove him, screaming.

"What the hell are you doing? Bellamy, I swear to god-"

I'm cut off as Bellamy orders two of the delinquents to hold me back, I struggle in their grip screaming.

"He didn't kill anyone! Get, get your hands off of me!"

Their grip on my arms tightens and I let out a wince of pain.

My head goes fuzzy as the crowd gets louder. I have lost my brother, one of my best friends, I cannot lose you too.

Everyone chants Bellamy's name, egging him to kick the stool.

He does.

I let out a gut-wrenching scream at the sight. But I couldn't look away.

I shake my head trying to rid my head of the horrid thoughts. Everything is complete chaos until a voice rings out,

"Stop! Okay? Murphy didn't kill Callum! I did."

"Oh, my god." I let out, voice barely above a whisper

Clarke rushes up to Murphy cutting him down.

Finn & Wells instantly runs over to me, punching the guys who held me back.

My arms are red from where they held me.

I fall into his arms, and he holds me.

¨. ༢ ͎۪۫ 𝑨/𝑵 ; 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦

^^ My bby Athena cause she can't catch a break