We only have like, one chapter left in Season One! It's horrifying. I'll be honest, I'm not as far into Season Two's writing as I'd like to be. I'm also going to try to make Season Two last, because although I'm pretty on track for Season Three, who knows what curve balls they will throw. During next chapter I'll give the run-down for Season Two.
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I felt no remorse, no need to intervene. Instead, I just watched as Murphy killed Connor. To make matters worse, I felt good about him doing it. Part of me was ecstatic I wouldn't have to creep around camp, or lie in bed sleeplessly anymore.
Eventually Connor's eyes shut, and Murphy quietly stood up. He turned around, quickly glancing around the dropship to make sure no one had seen. His eyes landed on mine, and grew in surprise. I could see a hint of fear in his eyes, and without saying a word he walked quietly out of the dropship.
I had to follow. And by 'I had to' I mean, I felt emotionally constricted to the point where all my mind could focus on was following Murphy.
My body wasn't on my side however, and getting up felt like I was spinning around in a circle. Suddenly, I felt the urge to vomit and simultaneously faint. It took me what felt like hours to quietly make my way out of the dropship, having to take extra care not to step on anyone.
The night air sent shivers through me, and I immediately regretted leaving the warm, albeit stuffy dropship. Lucky for me, Murphy hadn't gone far. He actually was just 10 feet away from the door, leaning on the dropship's hull.
Murphy looked more disgruntled than he had since he had gotten back to camp. Which is saying something, considering what physical shape he was brought in with. He probably could tell I was in no condition to be chasing him around(but I was going to if he decided to leave) and took pity on me. He made his way over to me, his eyes only leaving mine when he examined my clothing.
If there had been a competition for the most blood on anyone's clothing, Murphy and I would be tied for first place. My eyes left his and I looked down at the ground.
Once Murphy was near inches away from my body did he stop moving. His feet touched mine, and I could feel his breath caress my face as he finally said, "You weren't supposed to see that, you know."
There were so many questions I could've asked, or should've. But instead, the only question that seemed to have mattered at that moment to me was,"Why did you kill him first?"
Murphy exhaled sharply, and he brought a hand up to my chin, forcing me to look up at him. I could see so much anger in his eyes. The same anger I felt inside me was inside him too.
"Do I need to list them all?" Murphy mumbled, his eyes flickering to my lips for a moment before he looked back into my eyes, "For starters, he put the noose around my head. Hell, he started the riot to kill me. He crossed so many lines that day, but the one that really threw me off the deep end Rhy, was when he had the courage to touch you."
My heart fluttered, and the dizzy feeling I had grew. Which was really unfortunate because I was already way too dizzy.
"I…" I tried to say anything, but for some reasons words got trapped in my throat.
"I don't expect you to be okay with what I did, or even understand-" Murphy started, sadness touching his face.
"I poisoned Diggs." It came out louder than I had intended it to, and Murphy looked at me in shock.
"I had only wanted him to feel as sick as I did whenever I saw him. He got off on touching me and seeing you get hanged, and it kept replaying in my mind. And then he left, and being sick while under a grounder attack was what killed him." My voice had toned down, and I continued watching Murphy's face for any sign of fear or worry.
"I thought there was something wrong with me when I found out he died and I was glad. Maybe there is-" I continued blabbering until Murphy forced his lips on mine. Which, I'm not going to lie, it a very effective way to shut me up.
The kiss ended before I even had time to respond. Murphy kept his head close to mine, his lips only inches away and his forehead resting against mine as he said, "That bastard deserved far worse than that, Rhy."
At that moment, I had realized that although there may have been something wrong with me, the same thing was wrong with Murphy too. And something about that gave me more strength than I would have even imagined.
The tribe had spoken. And by 'tribe', I mean Clarke and Bellamy. They decided that because Murphy had behaved so well while everyone was sick, that he deserved a second chance. They didn't know what I knew though.
Murphy had played nice with everyone including Connor, and then later that night while everyone was sleeping he had suffocated Connor. Instead of freaking out like a normal person who witnessed a murder, I had felt better when Connor died. As far as I was concerned, Connor had deserved it. I don't even want to know what Connor would've done with me if Charlotte hadn't admitted she had killed Wells. Lead the riot to gang bang me, probably.
Reed was disappointed when I gave Murphy his tent back, and although Murphy had offered with a smirk on his face to share it with me, I had turned it down.
Regardless of being given a second chance, Murphy had remained for the most part an asshole. An asshole who wasn't in charge of anything but himself, and who thoroughly believed they were in charge of me. For some reason, Murphy loved getting a reaction out of me. It didn't seem to matter to him what kind of reaction it was, either.
Every once in awhile I would see that cute kid who held my hand and kept my mother's ring around his neck inside of Murphy. Then he would cover it up, and start driving me insane. I could tell he was under a lot of stress. Being around this many people who don't like, or trust you can drain anyone. He was forced to work in the smokehouse, curing meats all day.
He always left the smokehouse at night drenched in sweat, looking even more exhausted than he had the day before.
With Connor dead, Myles seemed to becoming more prevalent around camp. Almost as if Connor's death increased his ranking in Bellamy's troops. For all I knew, it might have. Every once in awhile Myles would come up to me as I sat by the fire and try to start up a conversation about what plant I was working on.
As if Murphy had some internal man-radar on me however, Murphy would come out of the smokehouse and sit down next to me for a moment as he 'took a water break'. He was never subtle, either.
At first, his leg was simply pressed again mine, and he gave Myles disgruntled looks until Myles left. As the days grew, so did Myles' tolerance for Murphy's territory issues, and thus Murphy's grasp over me. By the end of the week Murphy was forcing me on his lap whenever Myles was around.
It would've been sweet if it wasn't for the fact that I was normally trying to cut up some plant and therefore being forcibly moved was incredibly inconvenient. Finally, one day when Myles left Murphy finally felt the need to speak to me instead of simply grunting and leaving as well.
"I need to take care of him." Murphy whispered into my ear, his grip on my hips tightening. His touch sent goose bumps up my spine, and I had to remind myself to calm down.
At this point, I was about as tired as Murphy looked. I was still having nightmares, and although they were less in frequency, they still were disrupting my sleep. Not to mention being back on the dropship's floor wasn't doing my back any favors, either.
"There is wolfsbane under your bed." I whispered back, my eyes staying trained on the Juniper berries I was squishing with the flat side of Murphy's knife and a cutting board made from a piece of wood.
Murphy exhaled and chuckled in my ear, his breath warming my neck and giving me a thrilling shiver. "Rhy, If you're talking about that dried up weed under my bed, then I'm afraid to tell you it won't be of much good anymore. I threw it out."
"Don't Rhy me, jerk face." I said, growing slightly annoyed that he felt like he could call me darling after a week of only talking to me when other men were around, or whenever he felt like it. "You could always suffocate him in his sleep, that seemed to work the first time."
Without any warning, Murphy pulled my hair to one side and quickly kissed my neck. In surprise, I jumped slightly, nearly cutting myself with the knife. I whipped my head around to him, staring into his eyes, confused. He smiled, letting go of my hips.
"You shouldn't give me such good ideas, Rhy." He said, and his hands moved back to my hips only to nudge me to get off of him.
If you think about it, it was quite rude of him. Merely minutes before that he had literally dragged me on top of him. I got up slightly and sat myself back down on the log, and he stood up. He shot me a quick wink and started heading back to the smokehouse.
"Hey jerk-face!." I yelled as he walked away, and he looked back at me with one brow raised. "Try not to get yourself thrown out again." I remarked, and he laughed and shrugged for a moment before continuing back to the smokehouse.
I always had the option to sleep in any day I watched the fire longer into the night, and after Murphy had returned to camp, I had started actually doing such. It was quieter on the top floor of the dropship than outside, and the sun never came through to wake me up.
Normally, when I woke up it was quiet on the dropship. Everyone was outside, doing their jobs. However, that day it seemed everyone was inside the dropship. When I went downstairs to investigate, I noticed everyone grabbing spears and other weapons.
"What's going on?" I asked, but no one stopped to tell me. I huffed and looked around, and I noticed Murphy making his way to me.
"You have impeccable sleeping skills, Rhy." Murphy said as he came up to me and leaned on the ladder next to me.
"I didn't sleep for weeks, so I'm making up for lost time." It wasn't necessarily a lie. I was making up for lost time, but I always had been able to sleep through huge events.
"Del kept feeding the fire in the smokehouse. It caught fire, with most of our food inside." Murphy explained, shrugging. His facial expressions turned sour at the mention of Del, and I had a feeling he probably tried to fight Del.
"So everyone is going hunting?" I asked, watching as everyone started to leave the dropship. Oddly enough, Myles left with Finn and Clarke. Better them than me, I suppose.
"Yeah. I'm not." Murphy mumbled, glaring at Bellamy. "I don't think they trust me with a spear yet."
"Their loss, then." I said, and Murphy smiled for a moment before his expression turned back to distaste as he looked at the others.
It was interesting, spending some of day with Reed and Murphy together. They hadn't really interacted until this point, and I started to see why immediately.
Reed kept trying to talk to me, and whenever my attention was put on her, Murphy would start something. I swear it was like my two best friends had turned into children and started playing tug a war, with me as the rope.
Around lunch, Monty noticed my dilemma and asked Reed if she wanted to help him with trying to connect back with the ark. She had just taught us how to debone the fish that Harper's team had brought back, and she was thankful to have an excuse to not be fist-deep in fish guts.
No matter how gross it was to be cutting up the fish, it was nice to be with Murphy. Even our silences were calming, and he stood so close to me our arms brushed, sending sparks through me. Which doesn't sound pleasant, but totally is.
I told him about what I had done while he had been gone. It wasn't a very exciting story, but he seemed to enjoy me speaking. He smiled down at the fish whenever I laughed, and it made me feel all warm inside.
He told me about how he survived outside of camp. He killed and cooked his own food, not sleeping in one place longer than one night. He hadn't really slept though, and I could tell by the morose look on his face when he spoke about it. He had been plagued by nightmares, too.
Nightfall came faster than it had all week. It was probably because I had been so absorbed in our conversations, as opposed to watching the smokehouse from afar and tending to a fire. When it was finally dark and Clarke and Co. wasn't back, Bellamy freaked out. He yelled at everyone (such as poor Sterling) who was on watch duty, telling them they couldn't sleep until Clarke came back.
I was starting to get really tired of Bellamy's voice. Every time he bellowed out another command, I unintentionally cringed.
Murphy seemed to take notice, and he grabbed my hand that was about to go all the way through a fish. His fingers intertwined with mine, and I looked up at him. His face told me all that I had needed to know; that he felt the same about Bellamy, and that we were in this together. I squeezed his hand, and as always he squeezed mine back.