❝sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ɪs ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ.❞ - ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ øɴᴇ ᴘɪʟᴏᴛs
A delinquent, who hasn't been able to speak since murdering her mother, is sent down from outerspace with a hundred others to see if earth is survivable again. Everyone on the Ark has condemned her...
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"Mᴜʀᴘʜʏғᴏᴜɴᴅʜɪs way back to camp. He's in the dropship now, but he looks like hell," Octavia tells Bellamy as soon as the group comes into camp. They hadn't made it back before dark so their faces were lit by the fire. At the very mention of Murphy and his whereabouts, Skye takes off into the dropship. Plenty of people are inside staring at someone on the floor and Skye has to maneuver around them. The boy curled on the floor appears to look nothing like her best friend until his eyes open and she sees his familiar blue irises. Her hands cover her mouth as tears spring to her eyes. She drops to her knees and crawls toward him.
Murphy's entire face is coated in blood, blood clots splattered across his face. An enormous gash marks his once clean cheek on one side of his face and his eye on the other side is swollen shut. His bottom lip is busted and dripping with blood, much like the rest of his face. Skye's hand shakes as she reaches to touch his face, but she thinks better of it and rests it on his shoulder. The rest of his body wasn't any better than his face. The other shoulder seems to have been burned and his arms are full of cuts and bruises. Every inch of his body is devoid entirely of his naturally pale skin.
"Where is he?" Bellamy asks as he steps into the dropship. People clear a path for him to see Skye and Murphy clearly. His shoulders sink a bit at the way they're staring at each other. "Everyone but Conner and Derek out. Now!"
"He claims he was with the Grounders," Derek explains.
Conner adds, "We caught him trying to sneak back into camp." Skye doesn't like the way he was pointing the gun at Murphy, especially since he's the one who put the rope around his neck.
"I wasn't sneaking," Murphy defends. "I was running from the Grounders."
"Anyone see Grounders?" Bellamy inquires. Skye turns to look at Bellamy as she sniffles the tears away. The two boys shake their heads. "Well, in that case–" He aims his gun at Murphy, and Skye throws herself in front of him to protect him like she did the night he was banished—her back against him and arms on either side of his body while she faces Bellamy. Finn pushes Bellamy's gun down.
"Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"We were clear what would happen if he came back. Skye, move." She shakes her head as he aims his gun again. The tears on her face are dry. She's done crying about everything instead she's going to do what she should've done the night Charlotte died. Protect her people, keep him alive. Finn steps between her and Murphy and the gun.
"No. If he was with the Grounders, then he knows something that can help us."
"Help us? We hanged him. We banished him, and now we're gonna kill him. Get the hell out of my way."
"No. Finn's right," Clarke says and steps around Bellamy to examine Murphy. She and Skye stare at each other since Skye isn't sure she can trust Clarke with him. She'd been the one to suggest banishing him in the first place.
"Like hell, he is! Clarke, think about Charlotte."
"I am thinking about her," she states over her shoulder. She turns back to Skye. "But what happened to Charlotte was as much our fault as his." Skye finally moves over and leans against the wall, but stays close to him. Clarke crouches down next to Murphy and takes hold of his hands to examine them. "He's not lying. His fingernails were torn off, they tortured him." Skye stares at the side of Murphy's face in sympathy and guilt.
"You and the Grounders should compare notes," Finn mutters to Bellamy.
"The Grounders know we're at war. What did you tell them about us?" Bellamy asks.
"Everything," Murphy states, his voice somewhat shaky. Skye looks at Bellamy to see his reaction, knowing it didn't make him happy. Clarke stands up and turns back to Bellamy.
She says, "Once he's better, we find out what he knows, and then he's out of here, okay?"
"What if he refuses to leave?" Bellamy questions as Clarke goes to exit the dropship. "What do we do with him then?"
She glances at Murphy, then answers, "Then we kill him."
Her reply makes Skye clench her fist. She was tired of them deciding what they were going to do with her best friend without consulting her. They didn't give two shits about him. No one did except for Skye. But she didn't know what she could do that could stop them.
"Your hair's different," Murphy utters, staring the side of her face. "I like it." Skye's fist loosens, she turns back to Murphy and smiles. "Do you still not talk?" She nods. "I would've thought you started after you told me you loved me." She leans her head against the wall and shakes it.
Bellamy was still in the room when he heard this. His shoulders slump and a huge weight is sitting on his chest. She'd told him she loved him? After all of their late nights, she hadn't even tried to talk to him. Maybe the kiss from last night was really just a drunken one. Maybe she really didn't remember what happened. Maybe she thought it was Murphy instead. Bellamy didn't care anymore. Nothing ever happened between them so he didn't need to get so upset over it. He stomps his way out of the dropship. Murphy notices this and a smug feeling erupts in his gut, just like he wanted.
"Did you find my present?" Murphy asks as Skye gets a wet washcloth to clean off his hands and his face. She nods. "Let me see it." Skye takes off her jacket to show him, happy he was finally getting to see it. She brings over a drenching wet washcloth and sits down next to him. Reaching for one of his hands, he nods to her neck. "Who gave you that?" She glances at the necklace then points toward the exit. "Bellamy? And you accepted it?" His voice told her he was angry. She nods and he rips his hands out of hers. She glares at him and yanks his hands back toward her. "He banished me, Skye. He still wants to kill me. You could've chose any other person in this camp and you settled on him?"
Skye throws his hands down, making him wince, and points a finger at him. Then she points a finger to herself and then out of the door. You should've let me come with you. She points at him again before herself then to the floor. You made me stay. She points to herself and shakes her head, followed by point to the floor again. I didn't want to stay. She points to her necklace then fidgets with her ring like she always does and clasps her hands together. He helps me. She points to her necklace then to Murphy. He stepped up in your place. She points to her chest, taps her temple, points to herself again, places her hand flat on her chest where her heart is, and holds her necklace up. I think I love him.
He scoffs, "Yeah, right. He doesn't even understand you." She nods and it makes Murphy mad. "Not like I do!" Skye grabs his hand and holds hers flat against his. She points to him, then to her mouth, then to their hands. Say it. He sighs, "Always best friends, forever together."
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