SEASON TWO IS HERE. Holy shit balls. I wrote 20 pages today, I had wanted to get the first ten out so badly. NOTICE; Emori will not be in this story. The moral of this story is that if you get a face tattoo I'll write you out of existence. I'm joking. She's still not going to be in it though, and if she is, she will be there to be killed off within ten seconds. Don't worry kids, I know what I'm doing.
I love you all so much, and I hope you continue to review like you did for the first season. I'm going to try to drag this season out as long as a can, because once it's done I'll have to wait until season 3 is completely finished.
Murphy's law; Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.
Let me just say that life sometimes sucks. It was almost as if the universe was trying to even out the joy of being with Murphy again by letting a string of horrible events roll out. For all of you new to my struggles, let's take a quick recap.
Instead of killing 100 juvenile delinquents, they sent us to earth to see if it was habitable. Myself, and my best friend Reed were among 98 others; one pissed off twenty something man faking being a guard, and his younger peeved friend whom he dragged with him.
The first week on earth went horrible for me. Grounders nearly killed me and my friend Jasper, and then tied us to a tree and left us for dead.
Bellamy (refer to pissed off twenty something) along with Reed, Murphy, Clarke, Finn, and Wells came and rescued Jasper and I. Murphy carried me back to camp, and then I had to deal with him being moody. For reference, Murphy was my childhood best friend, and extremely pretty. An asshole most of the time, but a handsome asshole. The worst kind, really.
Murphy protected Reed and I from some of the more troublesome delinquents until they nearly hanged him for a crime he didn't commit. (They also were near gang-banging me and you know, killing me too. I try not to think about that though. Or, any of it.) Murphy was banished, and I was left to fend for myself.
I poisoned Diggs, and although that wasn't the main reason as to why he died, it sure was important. Later, Murphy came back as biological warfare from the grounders. This time he was allowed to stay, and ended up killing Connor, Myles, and nearly hanging Bellamy.
Murphy and I ran away from his bad decisions, and then I was stabbed by a grounder. At that point in time, I had only one leg I even liked. Lefty (my left leg) had been both stabbed, and I had fallen wrong on it when I had left the dropship.
We were running out of ideas. Murphy couldn't carry me much further, and even if he could, where would we have gone? As much as I enjoyed being carried by Murphy, feeling his breath on my face and his strong arms wrapped around me; I knew he couldn't carry me forever. Also probably shouldn't carry me forever.
After having seen a mushroom cloud of smoke from the direction of the dropship, we decided we could probably go back in investigate. Neither of us wanted to, but I think Murphy could tell the fear for Reed's life was eating me up inside.
Reed was my best friend when I was inside the skybox. She also happened to be a somewhat distant relative of mine. We balanced each other out. When I was quiet, she was loud. When she wanted to run off and do something dumb, I stopped her.
Murphy had carried me back into the dropship. The camp was a mess. All the tents had been set on fire, and there were skeletons all around the dropship. Something crazy had gone down, and I had no clue what to expect inside the dropship.
I hadn't expected it to be nearly empty, though. Only Raven had remained, and she wasn't very happy to see us.
"Don't shoot." Murphy said, but when he turned his back slightly to put me down in a corner of the dropship, she shot multiple times. Her gun was empty though, so only the sounds of empty bullet chambers was heard. "Yeah, I'd have shot me too." Murphy mumbled as he sat down next to me, his strong arms wrapping around me.
Murphy normally wasn't so comforting, but I knew he had blamed himself for me getting stabbed by the grounder. He had tried to apologize the night before, and I shut him down on it. I was thankful he hadn't told them about the minefield. It gave Reed a fighting chance.
"Not to be that guy, but do you know if Reed is alive?" I asked, and Raven scoffed.
"These people came and took them all. Didn't bother with me, probably figured I was as good as dead." Raven spat, turning slightly to cough up blood. "Are there any more outside?" She asked as she lifted her head slightly to look at me.
I shook my head, all hope I had that Reed was alive was getting shot down with every bit of information I received. Maybe getting stabbed wasn't as worth it as much as I had first assumed.
Murphy at some point went out and got us some berries to eat. He gave some to Raven, but she just kept them on the floor next to herself, eyeing them suspiciously.
"They aren't poisonous, if that's what your wondering." Murphy remarked as he sat himself back down next to me, handing me a sack of water and some berries as well. I gave him a thankful smile, and he gave my right leg a comforting pat, his hand remaining.
"How did you become such a dick, Murphy." Raven asked, slowly taking one berry and popping it into her mouth. "How did either of you become dicks, actually. Did your parents not love you?"
Murphy's grip on my thigh slightly tightened. He hated talking about his parents. We both did. Neither of us had comforting childhoods. My mother had died giving birth to me, and my father ended up resenting me for it. So stereotypical, right? Like, get over it. So my father hardly was home, and when he was, I couldn't stand to be.
I had spent most of my childhood at Murphy's house. His parents were really nice. They had loved Murphy so much, that because being around me made him happy, I was always allowed. I was more welcome in his house than my own.
That is, until Murphy got sick. He fell extremely ill, scared the shit out of me and his father. Desperate, his father stole medicine. He was caught, and got floated. The real depressing part is that the medicine wouldn't have even helped, anyways. Murphy's father pretty much died for nothing, and his mother couldn't let that go. She ended up becoming as bad as my dad, and not too much later drank herself to death. Not before telling Murphy it was all his fault, though.
Murphy told her a short, mock version of the truth. It was hard enough for him to spit that out, and his hand ended up in mine before the end. If it hadn't, he probably would've squeezed the life out of my leg. I already had one bad leg, I didn't need two.
It wasn't much later when June appeared. Murphy nearly went homidical on the tall grounder who lingered behind her, and Murphy ended up with an arrow being pointed at his chest.
The man was extremely tan, and his hair was shorter on the sides than on the top of his head. He was also tall, and buff. Compared to me he was a giant. Although to be fair, a lot of people were giants compared to me
"Whoah, Breton it's fine." June's hands flew to the bow, and Breton let her lower it. Murphy scoffed, taking back a few steps closer to where I was still laying. "Breton, that is Murphy." June said as she grabbed Breton's hand. His gaze moved away from her and onto Murphy. "And that's Riley. And in the corner over there is Raven."
"Is this your grounder boyfriend you dumped us for?" I asked, eyeing Breton warily. His face seemed relatively familiar, but I couldn't place it.
"That's one way of putting it." June remarked, shrugging. "Breton was the one who put those bandages on you. Also, he shot a warning arrow near Reed that day at the river."
"I'm sorry, he shot an arrow at Reed?" I nearly jumped up. The idea of someone shooting an arrow anywhere near Reed made me want to leap up and scream. Refraining was hard, but I knew standing up with my bum leg would be even harder.
"A warning shot. Got her running away instead sticking around and getting herself killed." Breton finally spoke. His english was flawless, which was slightly unexpected. He also had a deep voice, which I supposed made sense. He looked considerably older than June, and probably had a good four or five years on her.
"And what, did he tell you that?" Murphy asked, taking another step back closer to me. I couldn't tell if Murphy's moving back was him trying to protect me from Breton, or casually show Breton that in some weird way that I was his. Either way it was slightly endearing.
"No, I saw him in the trees." It was clear June was getting slightly disgruntled. When she turned her head to look at Breton, I noticed half of her hair was braided. Her hair was long, and it made sense for her to braid it. I was slightly surprised she didn't just braid it all, but I had figured it was some sort of grounder thing.
"If he's such a great guy, then why didn't he help Murphy?" I asked, and Murphy looked back at me for a moment with a thankful smile on his face. His face turned serious as he looked back to Breton, waiting for a response.
"By the time Murphy had been captured, I had already been banished. I couldn't go back to my own people because of how much I tried to help you." Breton's voice was deep, and nothing about his stance made me want to question him further.
"Why are you two here?" Murphy asked, his posture still extremely tense. I wanted to reach out and hug him, or anything really to make him feel better. But I wasn't going anywhere with my leg the way it was.
"Breton wanted to see if it was really true." June mumbled, shrugging. I could tell June was sad, and I had a feeling it was because of Octavia. I had no clue where Octavia was, or even if she was alive. June, just like me, was without her best friend, and there was some emotion in her eyes that I could relate to deeply.
"If what was really true?" Raven finally piped in. She didn't move to try to watch anyone's reactions, and honestly I didn't blame her. I couldn't even begin to imagine the kind of pain she was in.
"The mountain men came out, and took your people." Breton's words sent shivers down my spine. I had imagined trolls coming down and stealing Reed, which was not a comforting thought.
We all stayed around in silence, too afraid to move. Finally, June sensed everyone's distaste for Breton, and turned her head to him. She started speaking in another language, (Remember, she was a linguist.) and although I had no clue what she said, I had a feeling it went down like this;
"We should leave. Do you know where Lincoln would've taken Octavia? I want to make sure she is okay. I have a bad feeling."
Whatever June had said to Breton he seemed to agree on. He quickly muttered something back, and without much words spoken from either of them towards us, they left.
Finally, I can say I didn't sleep through a debatably monumental event. Not that I could really have slept with the pain I felt coming from my leg, but still. Instead, Murphy had been asleep, which was slightly surprising.
After Breton and June had left, it took Murphy a long time to calm down. When he finally did, I told him he should go to sleep. He had carried me around for hours, after all. He seemed content with this idea, and quickly fell asleep with his head leant against the dropship's wall.
While he was asleep, I felt it was fair enough to lean my head against his shoulder. Whether or not he was cognizant to this, I didn't know. All I did know was that he rested his head on my head, and his hand wrapping around mine, grasping it tightly.
I had Murphy's knife in my other hand, and when an familiar older lady walked through the dropship doors, I slightly raised it. Raven jumped, and looked at the older woman like she was her savior.
"Abby?" Raven said questioningly, and finally I remembered where I had seen her before.
Abby Griffin was on of the Ark's main doctors, and also a prominent member of the council. She had visited me once every week for the first month I was in the skybox, checking on my weight and making sure I didn't get sick.
It was a damn shame they didn't care about how hungry I was until after I stole food.
Abby had walked to me, noticing the blood on my pants. Quickly I shook my head, and pointed to Raven with the knife. "Her first." Abby nodded, and hastily ran to Raven.
As more of the Guard filled in, I tried to pull my head away from Murphy's shoulder. He jerked awake, the grip on my hand tightening for a moment before it loosened slightly.
"We need a stretcher, now!" Abby yelled, and one of the guards moved closer to me, noticing my leg. His hand shot out to help me up, but Murphy's free hand shot out and pushed it away.
"I've got her." Murphy hissed and watched as the guy raise his hands in surrender. Murphy waited for him to walk away before he let go of my hand. Murphy kneeled slightly, and I grabbed onto his shoulders before wrapping my arms around his neck
Pain shot up my leg, and I hissed. Murphy let out a sharp exhale as he wrapped one arm behind my back, and the other under my knees. It took him a moment to step up and start walking, but once he did he quickly started heading outside.
I went to let go of Murphy, but he tensed up. I turned my head to look at him. His face was tense, and he quietly whispered, "Don't." I had no clue if it was because it was easier to carry me this way, or if he was having a moment. I wanted to press him about it when he stopped walking completely and a look of horror washed over his face.
"You murdering son of a bitch!" I didn't even need to look to know it was Bellamy. I held tighter to Murphy and closed my eyes, mainly because Bellamy sounded beyond pissed, and I could hear heavy footsteps. I could just see him ripping me from Murphy and pummeling the shit out of him.
Murphy quickly turned, shielding me from Bellamy with his body. My eyes shot open, and I could see Bellamy's fists tighten. He raised one slightly, and was about to punch Murphy in the kidney when a guard quickly intervened, striking him with an electric baton. Finn, whom appeared right by Bellamy, looked awestruck.
"Place him under arrest!" Another man yelled, and when my eyes made it to him I immediately knew that it was Kane, yet another member of the council. Luckily for me he was pointing at Bellamy when he said it, as opposed to Murphy.
"No, you don't understand!" Finn yelled, his hands raising. "Murphy killed two of our people. Shot another one. He tried to hang Bellamy."
Murphy and I were beyond tense as Finn spewed out all of Murphy's bad choices. We were holding on to each other so tightly I doubted anyone would be able to pry us apart.
"I don't care. You are not animals." Kane hissed, "There are rules, laws. You are not in control anymore."
Thank god. I could've kissed Kane for saying that. I understood Bellamy was pissed, but seriously, he had been like five seconds away from causing Murphy to drop me. Or, even worse, causing Murphy to fall on top of me.
Under normal circumstances, I would've enjoyed Murphy on top of me. (I wouldn't have admitted it to his face, but still.) But, with a bum leg, I didn't want any weight on me, let alone Murphy who weighed considerably more than me.
The walk back to where the Alpha station had dropped was tense. Actually, 'tense' is putting it too lightly. Bellamy and Finn spent the whole walk glaring daggers into Murphy's back. I kept my eyes trained on them the whole time, my chin resting on Murphy's shoulder and my arms wrapped around him as he carried me. Kane had put Bellamy in handcuffs after his attempt at beating the shit out of Murphy, but part of me doubted that could stop him if he had tried. So instead, I watched him as he watched me.
I had never realized how big Alpha station was until Murphy nudged me, and I turned away from glaring at Bellamy and looked at the wreck. It was huge, like seriously ginormous.
"Were going to need to take her to medical." A man, whose name I later learned was Sinclair said.
"Great, show me the way." Murphy hissed, trying to make his way around Sinclair. Sinclair sighed.
"We can take her from here." Sinclair pushed, and I felt Murphy go rigid.
"No." I finally choked out. Sinclair looked at me in surprise. I hadn't really spoken the whole walk to Alpha station, I had just let Murphy mumble calming nonsense into my ear. "Please, I need him with me."
Sinclair sighed again before looking around. "Fine." He whispered, moving out of the way slightly. "Don't make me regret this choice."
Sinclair followed closely behind us, telling Murphy which way to walk. When we got to the medical center, I noticed Raven was already laid down on a bed. Finn was right next to her, holding her hand.
"Bet they didn't have any quarrels with Spacewalker staying with Raven." Murphy whispered into my ear as he walked across the room to the other open bed.
Shivers immediately crept across my skin when Murphy laid me down on the bed. Suddenly, everything seemed ten degrees colder. I couldn't help but shake slightly, and Murphy noticed this. His had crept down my arm, tracing my skin and letting me soak up the warmth.
"Prep her for surgery." Abby stated as she stormed into the room, pointing at Raven but making her way towards me. "Why is Murphy still here?" Abby asked as she drew closer, and Murphy's hand made his way to mine.
"You do realize I'm going to need to take your pants off to look at your leg, right?" Abby looked from Murphy to me blankly.
I could see a light smirk creep onto Murphy's face as he let go of my hand and dropped himself into the chair right next to the bed.
"Do you really want him here for this?" Abby whispered to me as she got closer, surveying my leg.
"Save me the trouble Abby and take my damn pants off. They are just legs." I huffed out, my stomach going sour. The pain was making its way up my body, and I just wanted it all to be done.
Abby shrugged in defeat, and with one more quick distasteful side glance to Murphy, she peeled my pants off. Murphy politely looked away for the majority, and only snuck a peak once. The color drained from his face when he saw the gaping hole in my leg, and he clinched his jaw before quickly turning away again.
Abby working on my leg brought me right back to how I felt when the grounders were slashing me up. She had no pain killers, and had to do stitches inside my leg before she could sew up the top. Not only that, but she used alcohol to clean out the wound, reminding me just how deep that knife had really gone.
Luckily for me, I looked down slightly at my leg and the sight of it made me pass out. I hadn't slept for over a day anyways, and seeing my muscles like that was horrific.
It seemed like only minutes later I was being shaken awake by Murphy. It had been five hours though, and Abby had officially cleared me. Also she had put me in a clean pair of pants, which was nice of her. The bonus was that they actually fit really well.
I had no clue what being cleared meant until I looked down at Murphy's hands. His hands were bound, and I groaned. He nodded and stepped out of the way, and watched bitterly as Sinclair wrapped wire around my own wrists.
"Precautions" is what Sinclair called it. What I called it was assholery. They made me limp to a room with Murphy, and who was in the room made everything even worse. It was Bellamy, and as we made our way into the room they tied him to a pole across from us.
Sinclair was kind enough to tie Murphy and I to the same pole, and I grimaced in pain as I sat down.
"Well this should be fun." Murphy mumbled as he glared straight ahead of him at Bellamy. Bellamy scoffed, anger washing over his face as he looked away from us.
Every part of my body ached. Whenever I closed my eyes the world swung a bit, and even breathing was an adventure down painsville.
What I needed was a distraction. Anything to pull me away from sitting in my own self pity. Instead, what I received was silence and then the echoing screams of Raven's surgery finally taking place.
I had to hand it to her, she could really bust out the pipes to scream. She screamed louder than Jasper had when we were tied to the tree, which really said something about the amount of pain she was in.
"Yeah, that was me." Murphy mumbled, and I looked at him. He had a morose look on his face, and I could tell he was reliving what had happened with the grounders.
I was curious as to what had happened to him, with the grounders. But I was also unsure if I should have been pressing the subject.
Bellamy groaned, clearly having no trouble with the topic. "You're a traitor." Bellamy spat as he gave Murphy a look of utter disgust.
Murphy grimaced, shaking his head before looking at me. "Four days." He choked out. "They started with their fists. Punching any part of me they could reach. Once I couldn't stand up, they'd kick. That didn't last long after they realized it wasn't very motivational for me." He paused, and looked away. His hands had started shaking slightly.
I didn't want to physically reach out. Lifting my arm off my knee to wrap my fingers around his was a huge task. But the smile that touched his lips when I did, made the pain worth it. Besides, I'm a real baby when it comes to pain, so I had a feeling I was being a bit melodramatic about my state of being.
"They went for the fingernails next. They sat me down in a wooden chair, and tied my wrists to the arm rests. The thumb's were the first nails to go. They had experience with this sort of torture, I could tell. They knew just how to pull it off so that it sent a wave of pain up through my muscles."
Murphy's nails still hadn't fully healed yet. I could feel the coarse line from where his nails had been beaten in the cuticle before finally starting to grow back. I had never lost a nail before, but just seeing the slivers of skin where a nail should be on Murphy's fingers, made my stomach want to curl into itself and die.
Bellamy's laughter reminded me of his existence in the room. My eyes lifted from Murphy's hands to his face. Murphy's eyes became trained on Bellamy, and I could see he was near snapping.
"You think could've done better?" Murphy taunted, a scowl etching onto his face. It must've been so painful to make facial expressions with the amount of cuts on his face.
"Yeah. I know I would've done better." Bellamy spat back, and then paused. Now Bellamy was just being plain rude, and I was starting to have enough of it.
"Have you ever been kidnapped by the grounders, Bellamy?" I asked, raising a brow.
"No but-" Bellamy started, but I quickly cut him off.
"Oh, so you've never been kidnapped by them? So, You've never felt cloth over your head as some people tie you up and carry you somewhere? You've never had strange men get up into your face as they said words that you couldn't even fathom. You've never felt the terror of not knowing where you are, and the only thing you can take solace in is that while you're locked up, anything can happen next." I was surprised I had the motive to speak so brashly while it had felt like a dropship was crushing my lungs. Silence filled the air, making me speak up once again.
"I was lucky. How shitty is that? I was lucky enough not to get tortured for too long by them. I have no clue why. They never spoke directly to me. They kept a bag over my head and diced me up a bit and then tied me to a tree. Why? I have no clue. Maybe it was to show us all an example. That this is what happens when you cross their line." Murphy's hand squeezed mine, and I knew he was sympathizing with me. I finally looked away from Bellamy's scowling face to see the sadness etched in Murphy's.
"Regardless, I can't even begin to know how you to kept it together for four days, Murphy. Thats amazing. You went through four days of hell, and for what? All the delinquents are assholes, save a few. Namely myself, Reed, Sterling, Monty, and a few others." I said, quieter than the rest of my speech. It wasn't for Bellamy to hear, as opposed to the rest of my sass had been.
Murphy shrugged, looking down at our hands as he let his thumb glide across the back of my hand. "I wasn't going to let them hurt you. I hated myself for giving up, the possibility that my slip up could result in your death." I had wanted to cry at his words. He let himself get tortured, for me?
"So Bellamy, knowing what you know now, do you think you could last? Or are you going to continue to be an ignorant bitch on an experience you've never had to go through?" I spat back at Bellamy, looking over incredulously at him.
Bellamy shook his head as he shifted his body to face the door.
Yelling at Bellamy didn't make me feel any better, but it hadn't made me feel any worse, either.