Hi again guys! So this chapter will be more about Murphy. Sorry if I've been jumping a bit back and forth in time, but originally these chapters should've been two different stories, so I adjusted them as good as I could! Enjoy and please leave a review of your thoughts!
Murphy's POV:
The first time he saw Clarke again, he felt nothing but disgust and anger, but when he saw Bellamy, he felt the rage rise within him. He had to get back at them. The Princess was nicer than the rebel Leader, he had to admit. But it still didn't make up for her mistake. He had to get back at them, but it had to be the perfect revenge. He wouldn't settle for anything less. In his mind he started going over every scenario of what he could do to hurt them both the way they'd hurt him. For starters he knew he had to earn their trust so they wouldn't suspect a thing. When everyone got sick, he helped out the Princess and he could feel her warming up to him. It was a completely different thing with Bellamy. There was no way the rebel leader would forgive him for what happened to Charlotte even though it was not his fault. Well, it wasn't his fault alone.
A couple days after he arrived, he overheard Clarke telling Bellamy that she believed in second chances, and he figured she must've been talking about him. Of course, the stupid rebel leader was still suspicious, but a wide grin appeared on his face anyway. His plan was already working.
The camp had definitely changed since he was thrown out last. Back when the leaders banished him, they would get into a fight just glancing at each other. Of course they still fought like an old married couple, but thing between them had changed. They looked at each other with respect and something else - something deeper - that Murphy had never seen before. But then again, he'd been locked up since he was 12.
Murphy began his round of killing everyone who'd been a part of his almost-execution, starting with Conner. A few days later, he entered the drop ship to find it almost empty. The only other person was the one who'd punched him in the face and thrown him down the hill, and he was fast asleep, still recovering from the disease. No one would suspect anything if he died.
Beside him lay a piece of plastic. Murphy looked around to check if anyone was there. He covered the boy's face with the plastic and watched him as he took his last panicked breath. A crooked smile creped in on Murphy's lips. Behind him he suddenly heard a gasp and he quickly spun around to see the Princess on the latter with a horrified look on her face.
Clarke's POV:
She was on the upper level of the drop ship, organizing the medical supplies, when she heard the noises from below. There was always a lot of noise at camp, but this sounded different. She walked over to the hatch and climbed down the first few steps on the latter to see if everything was alright.
As she reached the middle of the latter, she saw no other than John Murphy bend over the last boy to recover from the disease that had haunted the camp for the past few days. But why was Murphy there? She thought. At that point, she realized the boy on the table wasn't breathing and in Murphy's right hand was a piece of plastic that would be an excellent way to choke someone. The pieces all fell into place and she accidently let out a surprised gasp. Murphy spun around instantly and stared at her.
"Thank god you're here Princess! The kid stopped breathing!" He said in a firm voice, but his eyes flickered around the room as if he was looking for a believable lie, he could tell her. His hand dropped the piece of plastic and he looked back up at her. Clarke realized the gun right next to him, and she knew she had to get out of there fast. She nodded.
"Yeah, sure, uhm... thanks Murphy..." she said, eyeing the door.
But Murphy had seen the fear in her eyes and he knew exactly who she'd run right to the minute she stepped out the drop ships door. She climbed down the last steps.
"Uhm, Murphy, I'll be right back. I just need to, uhm, get something in my tent." She said, voice shaking as she turned to walk out the door.
"Not so fast Princess." Murphy said behind her.
She turned around and starred into the barrel of his gun. She was just about to freak out when she remembered her walkie-talkie in her pocket. Perhaps Bellamy would come rescue her if he heard what was going on. She pressed in the button on the walkie so that he'd hear their conversation.
"Murphy, please. I won't tell anyone, I swear!" She said.
"That's bullshit Princess. We both know you'll run right to your prince and tell him. You know what Bellamy would do if he found out, Clarke. I'm sorry, but I can't let you go." Murphy said and pointed the gun to her head.
"If Bellamy found out what?" Sounded Bellamy's voice from the walkie in her pocket. Clarke silently cursed. Idiot! Sense the bloody tone jack-ass. Murphy looked even angrier than before.
"Give me the walkie Clarke." He said, lowering his gun.
Clarke slowly pulled it out of her pocket. Before she could think about what happened, she put it to her mouth.
"Bellamy, Murphy killed Miles and he's got a gun, hurry!" She yelled and Murphy punched her in the head with his gun. She screamed in pain and within seconds Murphy had shut the drop ships door.
She could hear Bellamy pounding his fist on the door outside, yelling Murphy's name... and hers? But she could've imagined it. Her head felt like it could explode any minute. Someone - probably Murphy, cause he was the only one there, duh - pulled her to her feet. Her sight cleared a bit and she saw Murphy standing in front of her, aiming the gun to her head and her walkie in his hand.
"Murphy if you don't let her out RIGHT now, I swear to god I'll-" Bellamy said through the walkie.
"You'll what? Do nothing. I am in control right now, not you. I have your precious Princess and I will not let her go. But... You could come get her?" Murphy said and smirked at Clarke.
She was still too dizzy to know exactly what was going on, so she didn't fight against it as Murphy sat her down in a chair and tied her to it.
"I'll make the shift Murphy. The Princess in exchange of me. I'm the one you want anyway, right?" Bellamy said.
Clarke's head had cleared and she was doing everything she could to get out of the chair. There was absolute no way Bellamy was going to die for her. But Murphy had tied her up real good and she was gagged, so there wasn't really anything she could do.
"Alright, but just you Bellamy. Unarmed. And if anyone else comes in here, I'll kill the Princess. You have ten seconds or I'll kill her!" He said, pointing the gun to her head yet again. He began counting out loud.
"I'm here Murphy." Bellamy said as Murphy reached three. "Now let Clarke go and I'll come in."
"Yeah right! No, Bellamy, you come in, then your Princess can go." Murphy said and walked to the handle that opened the drop ships door. He hadn't freed Clarke yet, but Bellamy was right outside. The last piece fell into place in Clarkes mind. Murphy wasn't going to free her. He was going to kill them both. Clarke fought against the ropes that held her, but just as she was about to break one of the ropes, Murphy stood above her again. He slapped her across her face and against her will; a tear fell from her eye.
"Shut up Princess!" He yelled. Apparently Bellamy heard that.
"Don't you dare touch her Murphy! I will kill you if you harm one hair on her head!" He yelled back from outside the wall.
Murphy grinned and walked back towards the handle.
"Ready to come in then, Bell?" He asked through the walkie.
"Yes Murphy. Just open the damn door." Bellamy answered.
Murphy pulled down the handle and pointed the gun towards Clarke again.
"Only you Bellamy! Unarmed." He repeated.
Bellamy ran into the drop ship, his head shifted back and forth looking for Clarke. He spotted her in the chair and ran to her. Behind him, Murphy closed the door. Bellamy turned around.
"What the hell Murphy!? Clarke isn't outside yet!" He yelled, but Murphy just grinned at him.
"Now why on Earth would I let go of the thing that could cause the most damage to you? I want you to suffer for what you did, and what better way to do that, than through your Princess?" Murphy said and his grin grew wider.
