↳〝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚘 〞༉‧₊˚✧

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CLARKE, FINN, BELLAMY, and Indigo we're all in Bellamy's tent, staring at Charlotte who took Wells's life. Indigo could barely look at the girl— the girl who she played tic-tack-toe with, the girl that she tucked into bed.

Indigo still was mad at the fact Bellamy kicked the crate from Murphy's feet— yes, they thought he killed Wells, and yes Clarke started it all— but that doesn't excuse the things Murphy had done before, but Bellamy was just as bad as him. It was all a mess in Indigo's eyes, none of it was okay— but it wasn't like Murphy was just going to forget it, he constantly held grudges like the whole world was out to get him.

They all were just kids in this camp— unknowing, scared, even if they didn't want to say it aloud. It was scary being on a foreign planet, most of the children in the camp just missed their parents.

"Bring out the girl, Bellamy!" Murphy yelled loudly at the tent— pacing back and forth, expecting them to just hand over the small killer.

"Why, Charlotte?" Bellamy asked in an almost desperate tone— on the verge of shouting at the young blonde. Indigo kept her eyes on her shoes— she couldn't understand how she could even do it— how she was fine with it.

"I was just trying to slay my demons, like you told me!"
Charlotte tried to defend herself— Indigo's eyes immediately shot up at the girl furrowing her eyebrows at her, while Bellamy just stared at her, a slight tinge of shock on his face at her words.

"What the hell is she talking about?" Clarke asked in a dark suspicious tone, stepping closer to Indigo and Bellamy.

"She misunderstood him." Indigo— weirdly, defended Bellamy. She knew what Bellamy meant, he just worded it wrong— and he most likely didn't know how to comfort someone after a nightmare, "Charlotte, that is not what he meant." Indigo snapped at the girl, turning to finally face her.

"Bring the girl out now!" Murphy demanded from outside the tent— causing Charlotte's face to shift into worry, not wanting to get killed by Murphy.

"Please don't let them hurt me," Charlotte begged Indigo and Bellamy who just stared at her— unsure how to fix this huge mess, that wouldn't clean with any chemicals.

Bellamy then sighed and turned to Finn and Clarke, "If you guys have any bright ideas, speak up." he stared at the two— while Finn just looked at his shoes, and Clarke paced his tent, "Now you stay quiet." Bellamy said
annoyed.

"Those are your boys out there." Finna snapped at Bellamy for getting angry at him and Clarke— which was fair.

"This is not my fault." Bellamy spat out, "If she had listened to me, those idiots would still be building the wall." Bellamy raised his voice at the two, directing his words mainly towards Clarke.

"You want to build a society, princess?" Murphy asked his words still shouting at the tent they were in, "Let's build a society. Bring her out!"

"No! Please, Bellamy and Indigo." Charlotte begged them to protect her, but Indigo just looked away from the girl.

Bellamy then sighed and leaned down— getting to Charlotte's level, "Charlotte, hey." he said in a soft tone, putting his hands on the young girl's shoulders, "it's gonna be okay." Bellamy then looked over at Finn and Clarke, "Just stay with them."

Bellamy then stepped back from the girl, and glanced at Indigo, signaling with his head for her to follow him out of the tent. Indigo then glanced at Charlotte one last time— feeling another piece of herself break away from her, before leaving the tent.

Bellamy then began to slowly step forward, causing Murphy to quickly walk closer to Bellamy. Indigo slowly stepped forward and Murphy's eyes flickered to her with an amused look.

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to join us." Murphy said in a nasty tone, "Hey, Indigo." he smirked at her, to which she glared at him.

Bellamy looked unamused at Murphy's amusement, "Dial it down and back off." Bellamy said seriously, as Murphy still continued to inch closer to the two.

"Or what?" Murphy glanced between Indigo and Bellamy, "What are you going to do about me? Hang me?" Murphy taunted Bellamy.

Indigo hated the way he seethed at Bellamy— and she didn't like the fact that Bellamy had hung him— so there was no right way out of this situation, someone was going to get hurt.

"I was just giving the people what they wanted." Bellamy's words were not helping the situation. Indigo sighed at the way he worded it.

"Everyone thought you killed Wells." Indigo budded
in— trying to dismiss Bellamy's words, "I tried to stop it, but-" Indigo was quickly cut off.

"Yeah. Yeah, only...I didn't kill Wells." Murphy stared at her seriously for a moment, before a smirk began to tug at his lips once again, "You, sit back, look pretty, and leave this to me and Bellamy, okay?"

Indigo's expression faltered at his words— before mixing back into anger. Bellamy then narrowed his eyes at Murphy, when he turned his attention back to Bellamy.

"That's a good idea. Why don't we do that right now? Give the people what they want." Murphy smirked at Bellamy, before turning to the crowd behind him, "So, who where wants to see the real murderer hung up?!" Murphy asked, raising his hand, "All in favor?"

Only four people in the crowd raised their
hands— causing Murphy's expression to falter at the low number of people.

"I see." Murphy said lowly, lowering his hand from the sky, "So, it's okay to string me up for nothing, but when this little bitch confesses," Murphy's voice began to rise, "you all let her walk?!" he screamed out at the crowd— to which they all stayed quiet, "Cowards! All of you are cowards!"

"Hey!" Bellamy began, while Murphy continued to yell, "Murphy! Murphy." Bellamy began to walk closer to Murphy, causing him to shut his mouth, and turn to Bellamy, "It's over."

Murphy then stared at Bellamy's blankly for a moment, before stepping back and raising his hands in surrendering, before dropping them back to his sides.

"Whatever you say, boss," Murphy said in a calm tone, his bloody face still angered. Bellamy eyed him for a moment before turning around to go back to his tent, but Murphy quickly hit the back of his head with a log that was on the ground.

Bellamy then fell to the ground, and Indigo's eyes widened at the scene— quickly rushing over to him, seeing him unconscious. Octavia then quickly went to lung at Murphy, but was held back by Jasper.

"Son of a bitch!" Octavia screamed at Murphy, and Murphy began to walk towards them. Jasper then stepped forward— but was met with Murphy's fist colliding into his face, falling to the ground.

"Come on. Let's get the girl." Murphy signaled his group to follow him— as they began to walk toward Bellamy's tent.

Indigo then averted her gaze up— away from Bellamy as Murphy pushed past her, causing her to almost fall backward. Murphy then opened the tent and quickly turned around.

"Charlotte!" Murphy screamed out looking around for the young girl, "Charlotte, I know you can hear me! And when I find you, you are gonna pay!"

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Indigo was sitting in Bellamy's tent— after Octavia and she dragged his unconscious body into the tent. Octavia went to go check on Jasper since his nose was still bleeding from Murphy slugging him in the face.

Indigo was cleaning the huge gash on the back of his head— that was buried in his hair— which was pretty nasty since the crimson stuck the his hair.

She was jealous of his large tent— and large— well, kind of bed. It was odd how Indigo was sitting on the bed, uncomfortable, obviously not wanting to be sitting on someone else's bed.

And she was refusing to lay his head on her lap— even though it would everything ten times easier. She still wasn't happy with him— she didn't think she ever would be.

Octavia was shocked at Indigo because Insisted on fixing his gash up somewhat— and Octavia knew the two were constantly in some sort of fight— or were at each other's throats.

Indigo had a guilty conscience— since he had helped her after Wells's death. She wanted to return the favor, even if he wouldn't know it, since he was still unconscious.

The dark-haired brunette had one hand under his head, while he was laid on his side, and the other carefully wiping the thick crimson— which weirdly, wasn't screaming and wailing at her. She assumed it was because his hair was covering most of it since she liked his hair— maybe it was canceling it out?

A large twist wouldn't unravel in her stomach— she was constantly thinking of Murphy and Charlotte, if Murphy wasn't already a murder, he was going to become one. Indigo didn't know how much more she could take before just collapsing and dying at the stress of it all.

Death constantly surrounded her— she hated it. She wanted to run away, but she knew she couldn't survive on her own. She could barely even save herself without someone standing beside her.

Octavia then stepped into the tent, with a small cup of water, and gave Indigo a quick smile— not sitting down. Indigo smiled back at her, trying to look at the bright side of things.

"I'm surprised you're not just letting him bleed to death." Octavia tried to joke with the girl, and Indigo shook her head at Octavia, barely giving her a glance— keeping her eyes on the gash.

"I'm just returning the favor," Indigo muttered, slowly setting Bellamy's head down— almost scared his head would crumble if she did it too quickly.

"From when?" Octavia furrowed her eyebrows, handing Indigo the tin cup that was full of water. Indigo then looked up at Octavia.

"From when I found Wells," Indigo replied— darting her eyes away from Octavia, as if she wanted to dismiss it, not wanting to think of Wells.

"Oh." Octavia mustered out, nodding slowly, looking down at her shoes, "Well, maybe he'll go easy on you now." Octavia changed the subject for Indigo's sake.

"I doubt it." Indigo let out a small laugh at her suggestion, "But a girl can hope." she said, causing Octavia to let out a soft laugh.

Octavia then slowly kneeled at Indigo and Bellamy's level. Octavia sighed and pushed some hair out of her brother's face.

"He's concussed." Indigo blurted out, cashing Octavia to look up at her, "He should wake up soon, but he can't sleep for a while." Indigo said— knowing the information because she had heard a few doctors talk about it on the Ark when she used to sneak out.

Octavia nodded at her words— looking down at Bellamy again, concern smushed onto her face. Indigo then sighed and put a comforting hand on her shoulder, since the younger girl had been through so much lately.

The younger girl looked up at her with a weak smile, and Indigo slowly pulled her hand away from Octavia's shoulder.

"Don't worry. I'll keep an eye on him." Indigo tilted her head at Bellamy, "You go ahead." Indigo smiled at her, to which Octavia gave her a bigger smile than her weak one.

"Thanks, Indigo, you're the best." Octavia said genuinely, which made Indigo's mouth form into a larger smile, loving the praise, "Come get me when he's up, okay?"

Indigo nodded at her, "I will." Indigo promised, watching Octavia give her one last smile before getting up and leaving the tent.

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It was weird to Indigo how much she enjoyed Bellamy being unconscious. She liked that he wasn't nagging at her, or bossing her around— but he was still there, just not taking— or looking at her.

Indigo had her puffer jacket in her lap, picking the rocks and leaves off of it, and her other hand was rubbing her Earth necklace between her fingers. She was sat criss-cross next to him, checking his gash every minute
or so— so it wouldn't bleed all over the place.

After maybe a little less than an hour after Octavia left, Bellamy started to stir awake. Indigo quickly sat up straight at the sudden movement— a little disappointed that he was going to bitch and complain at her all over again.

Bellamy slowly began to sit up, blinking rapidly— trying to regain vision. He was unsure where he was, he wasn't in the mud anymore, he was in his tent. His eyes quickly moved to the girl who was sitting beside him.

"Indi-?" Bellamy began but was cut off by himself as he winced, lifting his hand to the back of his head. Indigo quickly swatted his hand away from the gash.

"Who's Indie?" Indigo asked— not understanding what he was trying to say. Bellamy then blinked at her
again— his head throbbing from the pain that rang through his skull.

"You." he said flatly, "I was trying to say 'Indigo.'" Bellamy said in a raspy tone, glancing at the bloody rag that was in her hand.

"Oh." Indigo said in realization, since she thought he was still half asleep— just sleep talking or something like that, "Don't touch your head. I didn't wrap it, because you'd look more stupid than you already do."

"That compliment was backhanded." he scoffed at her words, pausing for a moment "Thanks." he blurted out, glancing at Indigo and then back in front of him.

"Sure." Indigo shrugged, before getting on her knees to get to his height— since he was sat up now, "Stay still." she informed, and he didn't respond but stayed still.

Indigo then began to wipe the gash of crimson— to which Bellamy hissed in pain. Indigo just continued to clean the wound, before slowly sitting back, setting the rag down.

"Don't sleep for like twelve hours." Indigo said, before grabbing the cup of water and handing it to Bellamy, "Okay?" she needed confirmation that he wouldn't sleep because she didn't want to have to deal with camp if he died— plus Indigo didn't want to have to see his grave when she visited Wells's every morning.

"I'm not." he said dryly— as if he already knew, which he didn't, "I'm going to get Charlotte, and-" Bellamy began, but Indigo quickly cut him off, shaking her head 'no' at him.

"No." Indigo said sternly, slowly getting off the weird bed, and standing, "You need to relax for a bit." she scolded him, "I'm going to go get Octavia, and if you're not here when I'm back- so help me god-" Indigo went to threaten but Bellamy cut her words off this time.

"I won't." Bellamy sighed, looking up at her, before grabbing her puffer jacket that was still on his bed and tossing it at her.

"Good," Indigo replied, catching her jacket— quickly sliding it on. Indigo then began to leave the tent but Bellamy quickly spoke up.

"Bye, Indie," he said, you could practically hear the smirk in his voice. Indigo glanced back at him— an unamused look on her face.

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"Yeah he's-" Indigo began, whilst lifting Bellamy's tent flap, but quickly stopped her words when she didn't see him in the tent. Frustration bubbled in Indigo's chest, she then glanced at Octavia, and the younger girl scoffed at his absence.

The sun had already set— and Indigo's worry for everyone was already enough to cause her to pass out, now Bellamy was gone and it was worse. It was already hard to keep the camp intact while he was unconscious.

"Son of a bitch." Octavia muttered under her breath and stood up straight, Indigo copying the action. Indigo then chewed on the inside of her cheek at the fact he went against what she said.

"Who's a bitch?" Bellamy's voice rang through the two's ears, quickly glancing at him, and he had a knife in
hand— quickly stuffing it into his jacket pocket.

"You are." Indigo spat, while Octavia just smiled widely at her brother, quickly engulfing him in a hug at the fact that he was alright.

"Lighten up, Indie," Bellamy said once his sister pulled away from the hug— giving the two a questioning look at the nickname. Indigo just rolled her eyes at the pestering name that he accidentally called her before.

"Alright, Bartholomew, what are you doing? I told you not to move." Indigo crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at Bellamy.

Bellamy's amused expression shifted into an irritated one at the name, "Someone has to get Murphy." he said seriously, glancing at Octavia.

"I know." Indigo said with a sigh, slowly dropping her arms to her sides, "That's why Jones, Miller, and Monroe are going to go." Indigo said— having already talked to the three, after introducing herself after the whole Murphy ordeal.

"Whoa, whoa, when?" Bellamy asked his eyebrows furrowed. Indigo glanced at Octavia who nodded to tell him the truth.

"They'll leave in a minute or so." Indigo informed, "But Finn and Clarke have Charlotte, right? So, we just need to get Murphy."

"No, I'm going and that's final." Bellamy stepped closer to Indigo, who had taken over camp since he had been unconscious, "You are not in charge, Scarlett."

"Fine. Go." Indigo said blankly, shrugging, "But what's going to happen when you bleed to death?" Indigo snapped at Bellamy.

"Guys-" Octavia tried to bud into the small argument, burr Bellamy quickly cut her words off. Bellamy glared at Indigo as he spoke.

"Fine. You come with me then." Bellamy snapped back at her. Indigo scowled at his words, but it was either this or Bellamy leaving either way.

"Fine." Indigo said flatly, glancing at Octavia, "Octavia, you watch the camp, alright?" Indigo asked the younger girl, Bellamy wasn't happy with that either but kept his mouth shut.

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