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❪ 007 ❫. execution of john murphy

"This knife was made of metal from the dropship," Clarke spoke. Jasper frowned confusioningly, unsure of what that meant. Bellamy asked if anyone else knew, and Octavia shook her head, stating how they brought it here. Quinn was mainly focused on why Bellamy involved her in this 'meeting', wondering what the knife from the dropship had to do with anything. "It means the Grounders didn't kill Wells. It was one of us."

Jasper inhaled sharply, being spooked at the idea of there being a murderer in the camp. Bellamy spoke out, answering Jasper's question on whether there was a murderer. "There's more than one murderer in this camp." Quinn couldn't help but sheer her eyes down to the ground. "This isn't news. We need to keep it quiet." As Bellamy was done speaking, Clarke made her way out of the tent, only being stopped when Bellamy stepped in front of her. "Be smart about this. Look at what we've achieved. The wall, the patrols. Like it or not, thinking the Grounders killed Wells is good for us."

Clarke rolled her eyes at Bellamy's claim while Quinn couldn't help but agree with the man. "Oh, good for you, you mean," the blonde retorted. "What? Keep people afraid and they'll work for you? Is that it?"

Bellamy didn't hesitate in nodding. "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 going to do? Just walk out there and ask the killer to step forward? You don't even know whose knife that is."

"Oh, really?" Clarke questioned, holding up the knife so that the initials indebted on the knife were on display. "J.M: John Murphy. The people have a right to know."

Quinn sighed, about to express her view on the situation, yet the blonde walking outside hadn't given the brunette enough time. The others that were left behind in the tent gazed at each other before stepping out of the tent and marching through the camp until they found Clarke harshly pushing Murphy against his chest, holding up his knife. Quinn could barely hear the interaction until she followed Bellamy, standing in front of the circle that began to form around the two as their bickering grew louder.

"The Grounders killed Wells, not me!" Murphy denied the accusations Clarke threw at him. But Clarke inched closer to the boy, lowering her voice threateningly, warning Murphy that he was going to pay. "Really?" He asked, his eyes meeting Bellamy's. "Bellamy, you believe this shit?" Murphy asked.

Quinn peered at Bellamy beside her, seeing how he crossed his arms against his figure. Bellamy didn't reply, only having Clarke fill the silence. "You threatened to kill Wells. We all heard you. You hated Wells."

John scoffed. "Plenty of people hated Wells," he said, which was true. Since the moment Wells was sent to the ground, he hadn't had it easy when being surrounded by people who hated him and his father's guts. "His father was the Chancellor that locked us up." But as much as Murphy expressed his point, Clarke knew that Murphy had been the only one who got in a fight with Wells, including a knife. "Yeah, I didn't kill him then, either."

"He tried to kill Jasper, too," Octavia called out. Quinn and Bellamy peered at the girl, hearing the murmurs commence amongst the crowd. The McKenna girl hated to be standing in the front, next to the supposed leader of the camp. It felt like it had drawn too much-unwanted attention towards her, even with the argument between Clarke and Murphy happening.

John smiled humorously at the situation he was placed in. "Come on, this is ridiculous. I don't have to answer you," he said, first pointing his words towards Clarke before yelling out, gesturing to everyone. "I don't have to answer to anyone!"