Slay Your Demons

Violet pulled the tent cover down, standing besides Finn, Bellamy and Clarke.

"We have minutes, let's go." Finn spoke quietly. "We need to figure this out, they'll kill you." Bellamy crossed his arms.

"Bring out the girls Bellamy!" Murphy shouted from outside.

"Why, Charlotte?" Bellamy sighed.

"I was just trying to slay my demons, like you told me!"

"What the hell is she talking about?" Clarke asked.

"You told her to kill Wells?"

"She misunderstood me! Charlotte, that is not what I meant."

"Bring the girl out now!"

"Please don't let them hurt me!" Charlotte looked up at Bellamy who rubbed his temples, "If you guys have any bright ideas, speak up," he motioned to Clarke and Finn, glancing at Violet who had her arms crossed and was leaning against the table.

Finn and Clarke exchanged looks, not saying anything. "Now you stay quiet?""Those are your boys out there!""This is not my fault! If she had listened to me those idiots would still be building the wall."

"You want to build a society, princess? Let's build a society, bring her out!"

"No! Please, Bellamy."

"Look, Charlotte. It's gonna be okay. Just stay with them." He told her.

"If you guys have any ideas on how to get them out of here, unseen, you better do it quickly." Bellamy told them.

Bellamy left the four of them in the tent, going outside as Finn took a deep breath looking at both Charlotte and Violet.

"Run, run as far as you can we'll catch up to you!"

"Why do I have to run? I didn't do anything but bring her here! She's lucky I didn't smack the stupid out of her!"

"Violet, go!" Clarke warned, her voice hoarse.

Finn led them to the back of the tent, pulling the makeshift stakes out of the ground, letting Violet and Charlotte crawl out first.

Charlotte got down on her stomach, squeezing through, as Violet followed.

Clarke and Finn following next.

"Run, run!" He whispered.

Violet wiped the mud off of her hands onto her jeans, running after Charlotte.

Finn ran ahead of them, Clarke carrying the rear.

"CHARLOTTE! CHARLOTTE I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME, AND WHEN I FIND YOU, YOU ARE GONNA PAY!"

Violets continued running, past the fourteen graves of those they had already lost, and then into the dense woods.

They ran for what had felt like hours, eventually managing to slow down to a walking pace.

"It's going to be night soon, Finn. Where are we going?" Clarke sighed, "At least tell me you have a plan, and we're not just wandering aimlessly through the woods."

"I have a plan." He turned around for a second, looking at the trees.

Clarke was in between the two young girls, walking on her left was Violet, Charlotte on her right.

Charlotte raised her hand a bit to hold onto Clarkes, as she pulled her hand far away, and gasped stopping in her tracks.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Just because we saved you, doesn't mean you're forgiven."

"Clarke." "What?""She's just a kid."

"She's a killer! You killed someone, Charlotte. Ended his life! You too Violet! Did you stop to think about that for even one second?"

Violet blinked rapidly, shaking her head. "I didn't do shit!" She argued.

"You did too! You shot somebody!" Clarke argued.

"He was going to kill Finn, I was sitting in a tree twenty minutes ago!"

"Hey! Knock it off!" Finn shouted.

Charlotte stared at the ground, fighting back tears as Clarke grabbed her shoulder making Charlotte look at her.

"Look at me! You can't just killed someone to make yourself feel better!" Charlotte didn't respond, as Finn and Violet exchanged looks.

"CHARLOTTE!"

Violet startled, moving closer to Finn, grabbing onto Finn's hand.

"CLARKE AND FINN, CANT SAVE YOU!"

"We should run." Clarke put her hand on Charlottes shoulder, pulling her along.

"Yeah, that's one way to go. I like my plan better."

He let go of Violets hand, as she looked at him with concern.

He bent down, pushing dead, and fallen leaves around, clearing something in the ground, as the three girls watched.

He pulled on something, a large bronze trapdoor opening, and squeaking.

"Get in."

Charlotte went down first, making her way to the bottom, as Clarke climbed down next.

Violet looked up a him, as Murphys yelling grew closer. "It's going to be okay, I promise." He whispered. She nodded anxiously as she sat down on her bottom, sliding herself towards the ladder and climbing down. Finn followed behind her, shutting the trapdoor behind him.

The darkness engulfed the room, as Violet instinctively held onto Clarkes hand.

"Did I not say, less than five minutes ago, not to hold my hand Charlotte!"

"That's not me!"

Clarke grumbled, pulling a flashlight out of her bag, Finn doing the same thing as she turned it on, looking at who was holding onto her.

Violet pulled her hand away, not looking at Clarke.

"Sorry."

They moved forward, looking around with the lights.There was a small white table, with art supplies, and an old toy car of some sort.

Charlotte followed Clarke to a separate area of the little bunker, Violet staying as close as she could to Finn.

"There's food." Charlotte pointed to a large array of rusted cans.

"Eighty years past its expiration date." Clarke sighed, picking one up.

Finn stopped, finding a pale blue stuffed rabbit, kneeling down and handing it to Violet.

She smiled, remembering her similar rabbit still aboard the Ark, Franklin.

She leaned forward, hugging Finn, as he smiled, knowing he made her day just a little bit better. "Finn, what is this place?"

Violet let go of him, as he stood up, and walked towards Clarke.

There was a small sink, by a counter that had colorful canteens.

"For now, it's home."

Clarke found a box of matches and candles, using them to light up the bunker.

Violet sat down on a small bed, the first comfortable bed she had sat down on in years.

Her hair was once again, a tangled mess, her bangs covering her eyes from how long they'd been growing, and her braid falling out and sticking to itself.

Charlotte sat down next to her, looking at her.

"What?"

"Your hairs a rats nest." She laughed, pulling Violets elastic out of her hair.

"Hey! Don't touch me!"

"Sorry, I was just gonna fix your hair." "Fine, but that's it."

Clarke and Finn sat down on the other side of the room, talking quietly.

"Can I ask why you were arrested?" Charlotte worked her fingers through the knots and tangles in Violets hair.

"I don't like talking about it."

"I'll tell you what I did." Charlotte coerced.

"I said no." Violets voice was stern, attracting Finns attention as he looked up at her, and then carried on his conversation with Clarke.

"Okay, sorry."

She managed to separate Violets hair into 3 sections, braiding it the best she could to keep it out of her face.She tied it off with the black elastic, just as Finn and Clarke walked up to them.

"Get some rest." Clarke looked at the both of them, as Charlotte nodded, pulling her boots off.

Violet shrugged, pulling her boots off, and sitting on the left side of the bed.

"We'll get this sorted out, but get rest. Both of you."

Charlotte rolled over, facing the wall and closing her eyes as Violet sighed.

She kept her back leaned against the wall, picking at her finger nails and picking at old scabs on her hands to keep herself awake, only looking up once Finn walked over to her.

"Why aren't you asleep?""I'm not tired."

"Finn, if she doesn't wanna sleep leave her alone." Clarke spoke quietly from the couch she was sitting on. "Just try to get some rest."