notion • john murphy

12 - PAIN

[ PAIN ]

TW: Slight mention of sexual abuse/rape.

ANY NEEDED TRANSLATIONS WILL BE AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER IN THE AUTHOR NOTES.

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   "Alright, Murphy, where to now?" Bellamy questioned Murphy as they continued walking.

   Murphy rolled his eyes. His legs ached after walking for hours and his wrists were so irritated from being tied up.

   "What do you say we lose these first, huh?" Murphy raised his restrained wrists.

   "No. Again." Bellamy answered.

   "Hey, if we get attacked out here, I have nothing to defend myself with." Murphy argued. Finn had stopped leading now and turned to the two boys arguing.

   "I don't care." Bellamy told Murphy stubbornly.

   Suddenly, Finn approached Murphy and sliced the restraints off. Murphy watched him walk away straight after as he rubbed his painful wrists.  "Thank you." Murphy called after him, remembering his manners.

   Bellamy glanced toward Murphy and then followed after Finn. "Hey, what the hell are you doing?"

   "It was your idea to bring him." Finn replied. Murphy, Monroe and Sterling followed after the duo mindlessly.

   "Yeah, because he's the only one who's seen where they keep their prisoners." Bellamy explained.

   "Then we probably shouldn't let him be defenceless out here." Finn argued back. "We can handle Murphy."

   "You better hope so." Bellamy told him as Finn walked further ahead.

   "So," Murphy reached Bellamy, keeping up with his long strides. "Do I get a gun now?"

   Bellamy shoved Murphy harshly in front of him, annoyed with him enough. Murphy couldn't help the smirk that formed on his face.

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   Sayah didn't know if the problem was that she was apparently a slow walker, or if it was that it felt like every step she took added a mile onto her trip.

She was cautious, careful to spot any booby traps she knew were planted around. She was no help if she was dead through her own ignorance.

Then she heard it.

Shouts and calls. Not Reapers. Her people.

Her head snapped over to the sound. John. She didn't hesitate; unsheathing her long sword from behind her and sprinting over to the source. Her breaths were quick and her heart pumped so loudly she could hear the pounding in her ears.

   She sees a group — unsure if they were scouts — running in a certain direction. She followed sneakily, hiding when needed. She was right. They were chasing, not something— someone.