IMPORTANT: Season Two will be put up as another story entirely. The working name for it is Empire of Our Own - Rule the World
It will take me at least a week for the first chapter of Season Two to be put up. I like to be ahead of my postings by two chapters, and I'm not now. I also want to make season two last longer. So I'm planning on making longer chapters, and go into more depth. Will that mean it's good? I don't know, we will all find out.
Thanks so much to the amazing reviews. Apaperheart brought the posting date up by one. You were all amazing, and I hope you guys join me for season two.
When morning broke, Raven and Octavia left to try to find Clarke and Co. I had spent the night watching the fire, and from the looks of the disarray around camp, I wasn't going to get any relief anytime soon. Murphy had stayed with me all night, our legs pressed together on the log as we shared stories about our prison adventures while on the ark.
I told him about the cards Reed and I had made. He told me he actually kind of missed Mbege, because they both had the same initials and Mbege and him would hang out almost every day. (I don't actually think he missed Mbege because they had the same initials, but I wasn't going to call him on that.)
Bellamy was derailing even more as the day went by, and had yelled at Sterling again when the poor kid fell asleep. I didn't blame Sterling, I had found my head on Murphy's shoulder a few times after breakfast. Disgruntled, Bellamy and Monty left to search for Clark and Co. as well.
Around midday Bellamy and Co. came back with Myles. Murphy and I had shared a disgusted glance at each other. Out of the three people in that group, Myles was literally the last one we wanted to come back alive.
To make matters worse, Monty had disappeared. Reed was near hysterics, and Bellamy had instructed her to go to bed. Murphy told her she could sleep in his bed, because from the looks of it he doubted he was ever going to be going back to bed.
Finally, after midday, I was told by Bellamy I could go to sleep. Murphy was allowed as well, but all Murphy did was smile and shake his head. He didn't want to bother Reed, and for that I was even more thankful.
By the time I got up the stairs in the dropship and into my bed, I had fallen asleep right when my head hit the shitty pillow. I was thankful for my ability to sleep through anything, considering people kept coming up and down the stairs. That was, until I heard a gunshot. The first gunshot didn't wake me up. If anything it was a minor inconvenience, but nothing too alarming. After the second gunshot, I was starting wake. By the time there was a spew of gunshots, I was wide awake and very alarmed.
The gunshots had come from the lower level of the dropship, and I was hesitant at first to investigate. Then I heard Murphy yelling something indecipherable, and I hardly thought twice before yanking open the hatch and nearly jumping down.
What I had walked in on was even more surprising. Murphy was holding a machine gun in one hand and the end of a seat belt rope in the other. Hung from the ceiling was the rope, and it was around Bellamy's neck like a noose. He stood onto of a shitty makeshift stool.
You've got to give Murphy props for creative uses for seat belts, at the very least.
At this point not only was I extremely confused, but I was having major flashbacks. I had started to ask Murphy what had given him the idea to do this, and then all the blood drained from my face.
'I see you kicking the crate out from under Murphy. And it makes me want to do the same to you.' The words I had spoken the day Murphy had returned rang through my head.
I didn't even have time to think of a clever thing to say, or anything at all really, when Murphy kicked the stool out from Bellamy's feet. At this point I was very distraught. I had wanted Bellamy gone, but this was a lot. Murphy ignored me and used the handle end of the gun to hit Bellamy in the chest, so he couldn't use his hands to free himself from choking.
Suddenly, the dropship doors started to open. Murphy froze, and finally it was my turn to think on my feet. I grabbed his forearm, yanking in him in my direction towards the stairs. He seemed to understand where I was leading, and nodded. I quickly jumped up the stairs and Murphy followed.
It took me a little longer to get up onto the second floor, so Murphy decided to grab my ass and literally push me up. And if I had been thinking, I would've called him on it. But in that moment all I could do was fear for our lives. For some reason, whenever Murphy got in trouble, I did too. Even when we were kids. Even weeks ago when he hadn't done anything, I still got reeled in.
Murphy slammed the hatch door closed, and took the loose bar near it and effectively locked the door.
"Thats not going to hold them forever." I said as Murphy sped past me to where all the empty bullets were and began rifling through them. "I don't want you to die because of this."
"Well I didn't want to keep living here if you felt like I couldn't protect you from them." Murphy spat back angrily, as he realized there was only one bullet. He grabbed it and then threw the container, all the empty bullet casings falling onto the floor. He turned around, and I could see how dead serious he was.
A silence spread, and we stared at each other for a moment. Murphy seemed at a loss, and I didn't exactly know where to go from there. Finally, my eyes spotted the can of gunpowder, and a dumb plan came into my mind.
"Then let's just fucking leave, Murphy." I ran past him to the gunpowder can, grabbing it and shaking it.
"You don't have to come with me. Bellamy knows you had nothing to do with this." Murphy said as he went to grab the can from me. Quickly, I withdrew my arm.
"I thought you knew me, Murphy. I'm not letting you leave here again without me." I spat back at him, throwing the can at the wall. The powder flew everywhere, coating the wall.
Murphy took a step closer to me, smiling. I was not having any of that though. Mother fucker was going to get me killed and he was happy about it. "We need to go, now." I said, my hands flying to his chest, pushing him towards the other wall.
He nodded, the smile slightly fading as my hands dropped from him. He shot the wall, and the gunpowder ignited. He grabbed me, shielding me from the fallout before his hand grasped mine.
Suddenly, I had found myself faced with having to jump onto a shitty ladder and down from almost the second story. Which, let me tell you, was not fun. I'm pretty sure I had sprained my knee from falling awkwardly, and Murphy had to help me run away from the dropship.
And our day only went downhill from there. Hard to believe, right?
"Let's just face it, I'm slowing us down." I admitted, wanting to cry. Not because I was slowing us down, but because my knee was causing shooting spasms of pain whenever my foot even brushed the ground. Something was pulled, or sprained, or something. I wasn't a medic.
Murphy sighed. He was all but carrying me at this point. "Sometimes you just need to shut up." Murphy huffed as he bent down, pulling me up into his arms so he could carry me.
"Aren't you tired of carrying me?" I asked, thinking back to when we had just landed on earth, and he had to carry me away from a tree.
"Yes." Murphy teased. "Shall I drop you right here, then?" I knew he was being sarcastic when he began to smirk, but I couldn't help but hold on tighter to his shoulder.
Murphy carried me for what had felt like hours before he finally grew tired. It was nearing dark anyways, and there was no way we'd be traveling in the dark. So we settled in next to each other, leaning against a tree.
Neither of us had rations. All we had was Murphy's machine gun that he kept slung over his shoulder and two of his knives. I had one in my back pocket, and he had one in his jacket pocket. The machine was useless anyways, it was bulletless.
Sitting down at that tree made me began to realize my choices. I had left Reed, and not only did I leave her, but as far as I knew, Monty was gone too.
"If I ever see Reed again, she's going to kill me for leaving." I mumbled, resting my head back on the tree and letting out a deep breath.
"It's not too late-" Murphy started, but before he could finish my hand whipped out and smacked his chest.
"And sometimes, you need to shut up too." I remarked, turning my head and glaring at Murphy. "Have you ever known me to leave you?"
He gave me a small smile before frowning and looking away. "No, but there have been plenty of times when you should've. Especially when I started killing people for revenge, that's not a normal thing to stand behind on."
I let out a deep huff of breath, letting my mind work through what I was going to say next.
"You kept my mother's ring, Murphy." I finally said, and his eyes shot back to me as I continued speaking. "So I know you want me here. And I want to be here for some reason. Maybe it is because we grew up together, so whatever way your brain's wiring is messed up, mine is too."
Murphy's eyes made their way to my lips, and I stared at his lips (Which, were chapped as always.) His head slowly got closer to mine, and was mere inches away when a tree branch nearby snapped. Murphy jumped up in surprise, his hand going to his knife in his pocket and raising it. I wanted to jump up too, but there was no way in hell my leg would let me get up on my own.
In the dark we could see figures closing in, and before I could even whisper to Murphy, I felt a knife at my throat for the second time in my life. It was becoming some sort of horrible pattern for me. I'd be with Murphy, and suddenly my life was at stake. I looked over and saw a bald man wearing war paint and all black clothing.
Within ten minutes Murphy had surrendered, and we were both tied to different trees, about 5 feet away from each other. They didn't even bother to move me from the tree I had been leant across, which was nice I suppose.
Murphy had played it cool. He had told them what they wanted to know, gave them the walkie (which I didn't even know he had), but didn't mention the minefield. That at least gave them a fighting chance, and I was silently hoping that would be enough. I don't think I could ever forgive myself if Reed died because of it.
Don't ask why I'd blame myself. Self-loathing childhood, probably.
They were satisfied with the information until they're troops hit the minefield. Then they were flat-out pissed. Murphy had given them a slight cheeky smile, and bald man smirked before taking his knife and freaking stabbing my thigh. I was two for two with the left leg, and now the combination of pains made me want to forsake lefty. Lefty could fuck off.
"That's for not telling us about the minefield." Baldy said as he pulled the knife out of my thigh. After that not only was did I want to forsake lefty, but lefty was bleeding and I was probably a few hours away from getting crazy from blood-loss.
If looks could kill though, let me tell you. Baldy would be dead if the glare Murphy was giving him could kill. The last time I had seen him that mad, he had just been hanged. So you know, not good.
"What do we do now?" Baldy asked the woman, who appeared to be in lead. Major props, you have got to respect a women in charge.
"Now, we attack." She said, and quickly all the grounders filed out. It was super convenient of them to you know, not untie us. And by convenient I mean horrible. I had to figure out a way to get to my knife, because Murphy's had been thrown into a tree twenty feet away. Then, I had to cut the rope while Murphy watched.
He said he wasn't judging me, but you try untying ropes when someone you like is watching. Actually, try doing anything when someone you like is watching. It's horrible. I could feel my cheeks heating up with embarrassment, but luckily it was too dark for Murphy to see that.
I crawled over to him once my ropes were cut. It was much easier to cut his than mine, but anything is easier when you're not tied up.
"What should we do?" I asked as he stood up. I stayed slumped on the ground, using the knife to cut off a part of the hem of my shirt to make a bandage for my leg.
Suddenly, the sky erupted with color. In one moment the color was there, and then it was gone, and smoke was billowing from the direction of the dropship.
"Now," Murphy began as he walked over and pulled his knife out of the tree. "We wait." He said as he walked back to me, sitting down and leaning against the tree behind me before he pulled me into him.
I had no clue what we were waiting for. But I could take comfort in Murphy's warmth, and as his breath tickled my face, I realized it didn't really matter at the moment. We had each other, we'd figure out the rest later.
Or at least I had hoped we would. Because neither of us are the best at planning.