CHAPTER 11
Bellamy sat by Raven's side as she laid in one of the few beds left. Raven was peacefully asleep as the boy's thoughts raced. He didn't know if anyone from the Ark knew what he did, but he wasn't about to confess anything. Lincoln had been talking to the Arkers for some time now, telling them things about his people and their hostility. Peace was to be made as it was a while ago, but hopefully this time, they would succeed.
A group of guards was sent to get Octavia and Nyko. Kane sat by Bellamy's side and the younger boy felt his heart rate begin to quicken. Kane sighed before speaking, "Chancellor Jaha is dead." The words sank into the boy with such deep guilt and shame he didn't even feel the tears running down his face. "I didn't expect this much of a reaction. You never seemed to fond of him on the Ark," the new chancellor noted.
Bellamy knew it was time to give in regardless the consequence. "I just wanted a place on the drop ship with my sister. It was me. Captain Shumway proposed the offer. I know you're probably going to float me, but please, let me say goodbye to Octavia." Kane furrowed his eyebrows, "Shumway was the initial suspect. We floated him. I understand, Bellamy." The chancellor put a hand on the boy's arm. "Bellamy Blake, you are pardoned for your crimes."
Murphy was still gazing at the ceiling, seeing orbs form in his mind when he looked away from the pale light. The door to the infirmary flew open and smacked against the wall causing the blonde to shudder a bit. A man with sores all over his face and arms limped in with the help of three other men and Dr. Tsing behind them. The man laid down in a bed and tubes were connected to a device under the left side of his neck.
The blonde struggled to sit up, but he managed despite the pain. "What happened to him? Are my friends okay?" Murphy's eyes were wide when he asked Dr. Tsing. "Radiation poisoning. You're friends are fine. You need to rest." She filled a syringe with anesthetic and Murphy pushed it away. "I don't want to rest!" "John, you need to. Just relax." He struggled against her, but she won and injected the needle in his arm. The last thing he saw was the tubes hanging from the ceiling filling with blood that had came from the vent.
He woke up an unknown amount of time later and blinked a few times to drive away the dizziness. He heard Dr. Tsing walk in and pretended to be asleep while she checked on the man with the sores. She exited the room an eternity later and Murphy looked over at the man a few beds down. He didn't have prominent sores anymore, but it hadn't have been that long because the bloody substance was still flowing through the tubes.
He crawled out of bed after removing the IV needles from his veins and quietly approached the resting man. The blonde stared at him in awe of how fast he healed and it made him wonder what was in that blood.
He looked around the room and found his normal clothes and struggled to put them on. The pain was unlike anything he had ever felt and he sort of liked it in a way. It was almost a sign of success for him.
He paced towards the vent quietly, each jolt of pressure making him wince and smile. He stepped on a bedside table and pulled the vent open. A metallic clang echoed through the room and he looked back to make sure he didn't wake the resting man. The man was peacefully asleep as Murphy placed the air door against the wall.
The blonde successfully pulled himself up into the vent and got on his hands and knees. His arms were weary and one gave out, making Murphy slam against the side wall. He was hit just right and winded so hard he could barely breathe. He coughed and struggled and let tears fall before he collapsed completely on the floor of the vent. The pain was so surreal it made him dizzy and his vision began to fog.
His eyes were about to close until he saw the blue tinted light coming from the opposite side of the vent. He propelled himself forward with the strength from his arms and legs, still resting on his stomach. Murphy didn't stop until he reached the end of the vent and he looked down to the floor that was seven feet below him.
He poked his head out and looked around the dark room. People who looked like grounders were in cages and some were hung up by their feet from a machine. The people on the machine each had a thing on their chest similar to the one the man in the infirmary had. Only this blood wasn't coming in - it was going out.
Murphy turned himself around and slumped out of the vent feet first. He walked towards the machines looking at the people in cages and hearing them groan and groan. They were too weak to escape or even try. When he reached the machines, he recognized one person as Anya. He got to the control panel as quickly as possible and began trying to lower her to the floor. He figured it out and watched her limp body slump down to the cold cement.
Although she was unresponsive, she had a pulse. It was weak, but still a pulse. He took all of the restraints off and lifted her frail body from the under arms and pulled her to a more hidden place of the room. She had minimal clothing and the room was cold, so to get her blood flowing again faster he needed to find something warm for her. He looked around the room in desperate need looking at all those who were staring at him with their pale almost lifeless faces.
He heard a beep and the thick door come open and he started panicking. The security man hadn't seen them in the corner, but had definitely noticed the missing person from the blood-extracting machine and pulled his gun from his holster. There was so much adrenaline pumping through him he didn't feel the stitches and staples in his chest, he simply kept breathing and holding Anya close as the guard approached stealthily.
Within moments the blonde knew he would have little reaction time so he had to quickly formulate somewhat of an attack plan while defending the frail Grounder. Just before the guard noticed them there was a violent clanging from the inside of one metal cages diverting the guard's attention. Murphy had to act now. He set Anya on the floor softly and crept his way to the guard. The guard was yelling at a captive woman when the blonde slammed his head into the side of the cage.
"Thank you," Murphy said after the man fell to the floor. "What's your name?" The woman found it an odd question but replied, "Echo." The blonde nodded, briefly introduced himself, and started removing the clothes of the guard to put them on Anya. After suiting the Grounder he drug the man's body over to the machines and hung him on the one he removed Anya from.
He ran back to the corner of the room and helped the Grounder up as she regained a very small amount of strength and ran towards the first door they saw hoping for an escape. He pushed it open and was startled when it slammed behind them. The noise snapped him back into reality and he began to feel how much pain he was actually in. He struggled to breathe and placed his hands over his knees and he looked curiously at the floor below him. It almost looked like a door.
A red light started flashing and an alarm went off and he looked up and around the ceiling while clutching the weak Grounder utterly confused. The floor below them opened and the pair fell into what seemed like a mining cart. His ears were ringing but he could still hear the buzz of quiet conversations and the crackling of a fire. The cart started to move and he remained absolutely still. Anya was fully awake now and she gave him a look full of complete terror, but he couldn't figure out if she was making that face because she didn't know what was going to happen or if she did.
As far as Monty could tell, Mount Weather was as close to heaven on Earth as he could get. There was plenty of space, plenty of food, and no one was getting floated every five minutes. And that was more than good enough for him. He had just woken up and stretched his back as a smile formed on his face, He rubbed his hands over the sheets and took a deep breath, filling his senses with unbelievable feelings. He really thought he didn't have to fight anymore, and it made him so happy.
He had been sharing a room with Jasper and was surprised not to see him fast asleep in the small bed next to him. He wasn't much of a morning person. The bed had obviously been slept in by his boyfriend. "No one can mess up a bed as much as him," Monty chuckled to himself before getting dressed and making both beds.
He opened the door and shut it behind him and walked down to the cafeteria slowly smiling at the concrete walls. There wasn't anything special about them really he was just in a fantastic mood. He rounded the corner into the big open cafeteria and looked for his boyfriend before going to get breakfast. He stopped and narrowed his eyes when he saw him sitting at a table with a girl laughing about something. It wouldn't have bothered him if it was simply a friendly laugh, but it was more than that. He would know.
Monty didn't feel like eating anymore and the bright, bubbly feeling he had mere seconds ago had dissipated quickly. It had turned into confusion and a hint of anger. He took a breath, approached the table calmly, and sat next to Jasper. The curly haired boy hadn't even bothered to look at Monty, but rather became uncomfortable very quickly.
Jasper cleared his throat and swallowed hard. "Monty, this is Maya. Maya, this is Monty." "I know. We've met. Hello, Maya," Monty said with a grin outstretching his hand. Maya gave a welcoming nod to him and after he had turned to Jasper. "Can I talk to you a minute?" Jasper quickly nodded and stood up. "Excuse us," Monty placed his hand over another and gave a slight bow to Maya before they left the room.
"Look at me," Monty said to the boy staring at the floor.
"Does she make you happy?"
Jasper was staring at him, "Monty, I care about you."
"But not as much as you care about her."
"Monty, that's not true."
"God dammit Jasper don't lie to me! I know you better than anyone! Even yourself at times! Don't tell me it wasn't what it looks like because I know what that is. Unless, this whole relationship was a lie. Which wouldn't be surprising at this point."
Monty regretted the last sentence he spoke and that was clear on his face.
"Fine. Yes, she makes me happy. It is what it looks like and I'm sorry, but I do care about her. Same as I do for you. Nothing we did or will ever do is a lie. I love you, Monty, I do, but not the same as I did."
A warm tear brushed Monty's cheek before he said, "I'm sorry, too. Goodbye, Jasper."
With that, Monty walked away. He walked away from everything. The people, the buzz of energy, and Jasper.
