10 - BEGINNINGS

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Murphy, in most of his time on the ground, had welcomed death. It had been trying to catch him, but he always seemed to be just out of it's grasp.

He had survived too many encounters with death: him being hung; being captured by grounders (which wasn't so horrible until he met the bad ones) the virus that was inserted into him; Bellamy's rage after Murphy had tried to hang him; and finally again, the bad grounders.

But no, Murphy was still breathing. Somehow, he was still alive. His heart was still beating and his mind was still racing. For once in his life, he didn't welcome death, instead he resisted it.

For her.

So when he approached the dropship — somehow limping his way there (he couldn't believe it either) — and pulled aside the make-shift curtains to find a close-to-death Raven pointing a gun at him, his first thought was: Well, another one to add onto the list.

Too many times a gun had been pointed at him, but this time, it felt like the bullet was really going to reach him. He raised his hands in surrender, "Woah! It's okay. Raven, don't. Don't shoot. Please."

She didn't move. "Why not? You shot me." She raised the gun higher, preparing to shoot and Murphy internally panicked. Death had finally caught him.

He didn't even get to say goodbye let alone tell Sayah how he felt—

The gun clicked. Murphy flinched, arms raised, covering his face. Raven tried again. Nothing. Empty.

Murphy let out a sigh as Raven dropped the gun in defeat. John Murphy had slipped through death's fingertips once more.

He limped over to the far wall and collapsed against it. "Yeah. . . I would've shot me too." Murphy commented as he leaned back for support.

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Sayah had been searching for what felt like years. Part of her wanted to give up, head straight for the sea and meet up with Lincoln and Octavia. But the other part of her urged her on.

Murphy. Murphy. Murphy. Her mind wouldn't stop. Her legs ached and her eyelids drooped. But she wasn't giving up.

Sayah thought about going to their ledge but then she stopped herself. If he was hurt — which he most likely was because he was John Murphy — he wouldn't be able to lift himself up without help. Plus, if he did head there, someone could've seen him and grabbed him.

Sayah wracked her mind. What was she doing? What was she going to do? What if he's already dead? What if she's out here looking for a ghost?

She should've went with Lincoln, Sayah realised. Now she's lost basically a day of travel because she decided to think with her heart and not her head.

Thinking like that would get her killed one day. She knew it. Any thinking with your emotions led you to your death.

So she supposed this was it. She decided to choose a boy over her own survival and this was how she was to die. In the woods, alone.

Better than 1000 cuts from each member of my clan. Sayah thought with slight amusement. She never saw herself as a traitor. Perhaps she was one, growing attached to the enemy but John . . John wasn't the enemy.

After what Sayah had learned from Finn, Clarke, Octavia and even Bellamy, was that the Sky People weren't their enemy. They didn't plan to have a war. They were all just kids who were sent to the ground. Supposedly, Sayah's ground.

She sighed, resting her head against a tree. She was vulnerable, tired and most importantly, alone.

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Murphy's wrists hurt. They hurt more than the chains in the cave did when they were attached to him. But he supposed it's different when they came off every night so he and Sayah could sneak out.

He wondered if he'll ever get to see the stars with her again.

Spotting the axe that the grounder Raven had killed (she shot him in the face with no hesitation which Murphy was secretly impressed with) Murphy uses it to slice the ropes around his painful wrists. They slip off after a few cuts and Murphy sighed in relief. Raven watched him, hands still safely on the gun.

"What are you doing here, Murphy?" Raven asked. Murphy glanced up at her, eyeing her sweaty, sickly, almost white skin.

"Dying." Murphy replied, throwing the axe away from him. "Same as you."

Raven placed the gun down beside her. She struggled to sit up. "Speak for yourself." She said, eventually sitting up — as best she can — with a groan.

"How many more are out there?" She questioned him.

"None," He sighed defeatedly. He hoped he would run into Sayah on the way here but, he never did. "You fried them all, the only reason this one survived," He gestureed to the dead grounder on the floor beside him. "Is because they left him behind to guard me."

Sayah was a much better guard. Murphy concluded.

Raven doesn't reply and suddenly she started coughing and groaning. Murphy watched as blood poured out of her mouth as she choked it out. He got up as quickly as he could without hurting his leg more and rushed over to her.

"Lie on your side. Lie on your side. Come on, just—" Raven didn't let him touch her. "Fine, then just roll over yourself. Get down on your side."

Raven did as shes told, trying her best not to choke on her own blood. Murphy watched as it ran down onto her chin so he grabbed a rag and wiped it off. "You're okay. It's all good." He told her.

"Why are you helping me?" Raven croaked out. Murphy's beginning to think that's everyone's favourite sentence to ask him — because apparently John Murphy being a good guy is so unexpected.

Murphy paused before answering. "I don't want to die alone."

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"How'd you get to be such a dick, Murphy?" Raven suddenly asked as Murphy struggled to tie a rag around his thigh.

"I'm sorry for shooting you, okay?" He told her. "Is that what you wanna hear?"

"Let me guess," Raven began. "Mommy and Daddy didn't love you."

Murphy sighs. "No, they loved me." He went silent after a moment.

"Are you gonna cry, Murphy?" Raven questioned, her tone nowhere near sympathetic. Murphy wanted to tell her to shut up and then if she doesn't, he wanted to pray to whoever's up there for her leg to kill her faster.

"Screw you, Raven." Murphy told her. If Sayah was here, she wouldn't be acting like Raven is right now at all. He wished she was here. God, he wished she was with him right now.

"No, tell me." Raven pushed. "How does a kid who's loved by his parents. . . turn into a murdering psychopath?"

Murphy wished she would just shut up. "I've already told this story," He said to her. "To someone who actually cares."

Raven scoffed. "'Actually cares'? Who the hell would waste their breath, caring about you?"

"Like I said before," Murphy sighed. "Screw you, Raven."

Raven chuckled. "Is this person even real? Or are they imaginary?"

"She's real." Murphy snapped.

"Is this. . . she still even alive?" Raven raised an eyebrow.

Murphy didn't reply. Raven rolled her eyes. "What actually happened with your parents, Murphy? I want to know."

He clenched his jaw before finishing tying up the rag on his thigh, and then. . . he told her.

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Raven's response to his story hit Murphy harder than he had thought it would. A simple "Boo hoo.". But after a few seconds, he sniffed and wiped the tears away.

He thought that was the end of his and Raven's chat but she spoke up again after a moment of silence. "Who is she?"

Murphy didn't meet her gaze. "None of your business."

"I never saw you with anyone here," Raven stated. "With anyone from the 100— I mean. . . there were some girls but none that ever stuck by you. None that actually cared."

Murphy didn't reply. Raven furrowed her brows. "So, this mystery girl," She continued. "Is she alive, Murphy—"

"Shut up, Raven." Murphy snapped, his eyes meeting hers. "It's none of your business."

"So, she's dead." Raven pressed. "It's unfortunate. Would've wanted to meet her and ask what she sees in you."

Murphy would want to ask her too. But Sayah isn't dead. She's too strong. She probably did make it with Lincoln and is happy, wherever they are. Happy with some grounder boy Murphy can't pronounce the name of. They probably go to a secret spot she showed him and sit under the stars—

Suddenly, the make-shift curtains moved and two people entered the dropship. Murphy couldn't believe his eyes. It was Marcus Kane and Abby Griffin: Clarke's mom.

Abby rushed in, taking in the sight of Murphy and Raven. "Help her," Murphy told her, the older woman nodded and rushed over to Raven.

"Raven," Abby called, checking her pulse. "Raven, honey, it's Abby."

"Clarke's not here." Raven muttered weakly. "I don't know where she is."

"What happened to you?" Abby questioned.

Raven glanced at Murphy. His lips parted, expecting her to tell them the truth; that he shot her. But instead, all she said was: "I got shot."

Surprised at Raven's answer, he didn't notice Marcus Kane grab him by the shoulders. "Come on, get up." He helped him, glancing at his injured leg.

"It was awful." Murphy exaggerated as Kane carried him out. "It was awful, there were hundreds of them. If it wasn't for Raven. . . I don't know what happened."

Murphy glanced to his left, hearing footsteps. His eyes widened. It was Bellamy and Finn.

"Bellamy, you're uh. . . You're alive." Murphy stuttered and before he could say anything else, Bellamy shoved him to the ground.

"You murdering son of a bitch!" Bellamy yelled at him before sending a hard blow to his face. Murphy could hear Finn's calls at Bellamy to stop but Bellamy just punched Murphy again. "This is for Raven!"

Suddenly, Bellamy was off of him, gasping and clutching his side. Murphy eyed a guard with an electronic stun gun/baton. Kane stood over Bellamy, watching how he gasped for air before ordering, "Place him under arrest."

"Wait. You don't understand." Finn objected as guards grab Bellamy and stand him upright. "Murphy murdered two of our people. He shot another one. He tried to hang Bellamy."

"I don't care." Kane replied and even Murphy — who is undeniably grateful to have just survived another one of death's attempts to reach him — thought that was stupid. "You are not animals!" Kane added.

"There are rules. Laws." He turned to Bellamy. "You are not in control here anymore." He told him lowly. Murphy wanted to laugh at Bellamy, to taunt him.

But another part of him realised that a whole lot of stuff was about to change with the Ark now down on the ground.

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a/n

alriiiiiiight. lets do itseason two :0sorry this chapter was sort of short :/

^ murphy when raven asks about the 'mystery girl' again

^ sayah when she lit rally can't find murphy anywhere