Murphy's Law

"What's wrong?"

"I'm pissed that you both ran off, alone, all night!" "We weren't alone, it was the two of us." Finn shrugged. "That doesn't count, Finn! Wells was killed by the grounders last night." Violet let go of Finn's hand, nearly dropping the sticks in her hand.

"What?"

"Wells is dead, Finn."

Violet looked up at Clarke, in shock. "Violet go, go find something to do." Finn shoved her shoulder, as she turned around, looking at him as if he was crazy. "I can help!" Finn ignored her comment, looking back at Clarke.

"You're sure it's the grounders?"

"We found him outside the gates, Finn. It was grounders."

"Oh my god."

"We need to start getting weapons, and fast. The grounders aren't here to be our friends."

"Speaking of, Violet made-"

"No, we need actual useful weapons! Not the little ones she's making for fun!"

"Clarke, she's not doing it for fun." Finn looked at her with a confused expression.

"She wouldn't know how to make actual weapons, she's not making any."

"I know what I'm doing!" Violet argued, "I'm not an idiot!"

"Clarke, she helped me go hunting!"

"Both of you shut up! I cant think straight when there's two people arguing with me!"

"Clarke, she knows survival skills!"

An arrow whizzed in between Finn and Clarke, as Finn ducked, Clarke looking at where it came from.

"Did you do that?" She whispered, realizing Violet had a bow in her hands.

"I told you I can help."

"Can you make more?"

"Oh, now you believe me?" She laughed, pulling the arrow out of the dirt. She ran back to the dropship, sitting on the floor of the third level, where her and Monty had been sharing the space- his engineering supplies to try to contact the Ark and her varied collection of sharp stones and rocks, wire and strings and ropes her and Finn had found, as well as leftovers Montys radio, and some smaller sticks she had collected over the past few days.

She stuffed the materials in her pockets, her front two holding the rocks and ropes and string, her smaller back pocket holding a few of the smaller sticks.She'd have to carry the bigger sticks and the leftover small ones.

She headed back towards the ladder, holding the extra sticks in one arm, using the second to hold onto the ladder.

She climbed down, taking her time as she went to the clearing behind the drop ship, finding the same old tall oak tree her and Finn had called their own. She looked up at the tree, studying the distance to the top.

"Okay, here we go." She sighed. Truth be told, she didn't want to make any bows, but she'd do it for Finn.

She placed her one free hand against the tree, relying on her legs to get her up the tree, using her legs to jump off the tree, catching one arm on the branch above her, and pulling herself up as hard as she could. She groaned, making her way up after nearly falling.

"This is gonna take forever." She whispered, looking at how many sticks she'd have to carry up. She'd take a breath, repeating the same steps enough to get her to the last few branches, strong enough and easy enough to use solely her feet to step up branch to branch.

She sat down on the final branch, taking a deep breath, turning her body so she could have enough room against the branch to hold her supplies. She put her legs around the branch, putting the sticks in front of her, laid out from biggest to smallest, using the dip in the tree from an animal, likely a wood peckers old nest, to hold the strings and rope, as well as the stones.

She had a pattern. Tie the strings to the sticks, secure them with extra thick knots, make an arrow. Tie the strings to the sticks, secure, make an arrow.

She zoned out, humming a tune to herself, repeating the pattern over and over again, storing the completed bows and arrows in the same divot as they started off in.

She tied a string to the top of a stick, and tying it around the bottom, finding it too long as she used one of the sharp stilled stones to slice it to the appropriate length.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

Violet looked up, nearly dropping an arrow, catching it before it fell to the ground. She put her hand against the tree, peering down to where the yelling came from- Clarke and Murphy in a tussle. She couldn't hear what they said, only what they yelled. Clarke shoved him, holding up something yellow and silver.

"YOU THREATENED TO KILL WELLS! WE ALL HEARD YOU, YOU HATED WELLS!"

"Plenty of people hated Wells!" Murphy spoke loud enough for Violet to hear. "His father was the chancellor, that locked us up!"

"Yeah, but you're the only one who got into a knife with him!"

Murphy said something, Violet unable to hear the exact words.

She looked down for a moment, tying the stone to the top of the arrow, and securing it with string, storing it in the little divot, and changing her position to look down once more.

"Tried to kill Jasper too!" She looked towards Murphy right, Octavia and Bellamy standing side by side. It was true, she had overheard Murphy saying he'd kill Jasper if he didn't get better after a certain amount of time.

Violet couldn't hear what Murphy was saying, only hearing parts of his speech.

"-I don't have to answer to anyone!" He had his arms in the air, only showing his exasperation. Something Bellamy said had to of caught Murphys attention, Murphy looking at him and walking closer to him, saying something quietly to him.

"Is this the kind of society we want? You say there should be no rules! Does that mean we can just kill each other without, without punishment?" Clarkes voice was loud enough for everybody to hear.

"I already told you, I didn't kill anyone!" "I SAY WE FLOAT HIM!" Someone in the crowd shouted.

"Oh, crap." Violet whispered, gathering the bows in her hand, and shoving the arrows in her pockets. She started climbing down, able to use her hands more freely as the bows could hang freely over her arms now that they were completed.

A loud yelling interrupted her, as she looked down, people beginning to toss Murphy around kicking him and doing their worst.

"NO! Get off him!" Clarke yelled, being pushed aside from the group.

Violet kept her back to the tree, watching as they injured Murphy with no remorse.

The entire crowd was yelling, either 'float him', 'get off him' or varied versions of the two.Somebody had grabbed Murphy, tying a red bandana around his mouth to keep him quiet while the people attacked.

Violet hurried down the tree, nearly missing one of the branches as she readjusted her footing, and jumped down to the ground.

By the time she made it to the ground, the crowd had already dragged Murphy to a point, meters away from where he last was, hanging him with long ropes against the trees, his hands tied behind his back.

Violet ran, down towards where the crowd was, trying to shove past people, failing to get closer. They started pulling Murphy up between the two trees, a rope around his neck, slowly tightening, as the crowd began chanting 'Bellamy' over and over again, telling him to do the honors of killing Murphy.

"YOU CANT DO THIS!" Clarke yelled. Somebody lowered the rope, tightening the grip on Murphys throat, choking him. His speech muffled as he pleaded his innocence.

"NO, BELLAMY, NO!"

"THIS IS ON YOU PRINCESS, YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT YOUR MOUTH SHUT!" Bellamy yelled at Clarke, shoving her.

Violet pushed past some people ahead of her, finding a spot towards the front next to a girl.

"What the hell is going on? They're gonna kill him!"Violet looked at the girl next to her, noticing the tears running down her cheeks.

"I killed Wells." She whispered.

Violet blinked, turning her head towards the girl, "What the fuck?"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Finn yelled, shoving his way through the crowd. "CUT HIM DOWN!"

"CHARLOTTE, GET OUT OF HERE, NOW!" Finn made direct eye contact with Charlotte, as she turned towards Violet, almost like she needed advice.

"CUT HIM DOWN!"

"Go! I'll be fine!" Violet looked at the other girl, pointing towards the woods.

Finn moved towards Murphy, yelling at them to cut him down, Murphys face dirtied and bleeding. He paused in his steps as somebody pulled a knife, holding it at his neck.

"No, no!" Violet screamed, drawing an arrow through her bow as she shot somebody in the arm, as they dropped the knife and screamed, giving Finn enough time to move.

"Get out of my way, OUT OF MY WAY!" Finn yelled. "LET HIM DOWN!" Clarke yelled.

"JUST STOP, OKAY! MURPHY DIDNT KILL WELLS!" A voice echoed.

All heads seemed to turn towards Charlotte, voices quieting down, as Violet whipped around staring at her.

"I DID!"

"Oh my god." Clarke grabbed an axe slicing the rope that had been choking Murphy as he dropped to the ground, Finn running towards him and pulling it off from around his neck, as well as the bandana as he screamed. 

"Run, run!" Octavia grabbed Charlottes hand, shoving her out of the crowd, running back towards the dropship with her.

"VIOLET, GO!" Finn yelled, as she turned and looked at him, and ran after Octavia.