11 - ANOTHER DAY

[ ANOTHER DAY ]

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

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Screaming.

   Murphy heard screaming as he sat locked up in an Ark room with his favourite person, Bellamy Blake. Just another day on the ground. He could've laughed if it wouldn't have seemed cruel to do.

   Bellamy's head turned to the sound. He recognised it. It was Raven. Raven, probably going through her surgery wide awake all because. . . of Murphy.

   "Yeah, that was me at the Grounder camp." Murphy sighed. "I did everything I could not to scream, but eventually—"

   "But eventually, you broke and you told them everything." Bellamy cut him off in annoyance.

   Murphy rolled his eyes. "I didn't get tortured for information. I just gave it to her—" He paused immediately.

   "Willingly." Bellamy reminded. "One grounder girl gets your blood rushing, and what, you spill everything?" He spat angrily. Murphy opened his mouth to speak but Bellamy beat him to it. "I'm not a traitor, like you. I didn't tell them where they could find us."

   Murphy scoffed. "They already knew before they had captured me. They were watching us as soon as we landed, Bellamy."

   Bellamy didn't reply for a moment. "Why'd you do it, Murphy?" He suddenly asked, catching Murphy off guard.

   Murphy swallows the lump in his throat, glancing around uneasily. "I'm not even really sure."

   Bellamy knitted his brows. "And what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

   "I don't know." Murphy snapped before sighing. "She—She's different from what most Grounders are like, she's. . ." He bit his lip. Bellamy listened intently as Murphy kept his gaze on the ground, mind elsewhere. "Generous. She cared."

   "She got under my skin." Murphy murmured.

   He wondered if it was the same for her.

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   Sayah was hurting and running out of options. And also running out of breath.

   She didn't let herself rest for long, knowing that the longer she had a break, the more John could be dying, or suffering, or just plainly doing something stupid.

   She decided to go back and check his camp, hoping that maybe he didn't know or have anywhere else to go except there. She was wary, watching her step wherever she trudged, seeing fallen warriors and Reapers around.

   It was when she got into the main camp where her heart dropped.

   Ashes and skeletons littered the whole camp surrounding the ship. Skeletons of not only Reapers, but her people. Her lips parted and a shaky breath left her as she bent down and brushed her fingers lightly over a skull.

   She closed her eyes. "Yu gonplei ste odon."

   She stayed there for a moment, listening to the weak breeze and she apologised. She apologised to each and ever warrior that was put into this battle. One that could've been avoided. One she could've stopped.

   After her moment, she stood back up, cleared her throat and made her way over to the ship. She pulled the make-shift curtains across, hoping to see a particular Sky boy sitting there with a grateful smile as he said, "You're here. You found me. You came back for me."

   But there was no one there. It was empty except for a dead warrior Sayah didn't particular recognise but shared her condolences with nonetheless.

   Sayah groaned in frustration and stormed out, running a hand through her hair. She couldn't, as it was tied back in a braid — like usual — and that only angered her more. She spun around, pacing. Where was he? Why wasn't he here? What if he was dead? What if—

   Suddenly, something caught her eye. Writing. Writing on the dropship wall. She mustn't have noticed it before due to her emotional moment but it was there, clear as day.

   Sayah let out a sigh of relief, grateful that Lincoln had taught her how to read as best he could. She narrowed her eyes, carefully examining the message.

She broke down out the words under her breath, eyes squinted. "Cl—" Her breath hitched. Clarke. It had to be her name, what else could it be?

She continued reading. "Pl. . .Ple. . .ase. . ." Her eyes travelled over the message for what felt like a million times before she moderately understood it.

CLARKEPLEASE COME HOME22KM SOUTH/SWMOM

Sayah didn't complete understand the 'KM' part. Lincoln had never taught her a word like that. She ignored it, understanding the main message. Mom. Clarke's mother. . . The Ark. They've come down.

Come home. And they've settled in well, Sayah assumed.

South. Sayah bit her lip. Directions. She struggled slightly with directions. Lincoln always took charge with any mapping. She wished he was here to help her.

"South. . ." She repeated. "Okay, south." She spun around, hands clenching every so often.

"What was it, Lincoln?" She whispered to herself. "What was it you would say?" She knitted her brows, glancing around, hoping something would give her some kind of sign.

All she saw was trees. Just green trees and—

Sonraun. Life.

"Sonraun. Look for sonraun." Sayah smiled, remembering Lincoln's words. She trudged outside of the camp, glancing around at the soil before kneeling down and picking up some leaves.

   Her lips twitched up slightly at a fond memory.

"Taim the leaves laik thick, Sayah, bilaik normally means you're South." Young Lincoln explained, as they knelt to the ground. He grabbed a handful of leaves and foliage and gestured to it. "Where do yu think osir laik?"

A small Sayah raised an eyebrow at Lincoln. He returned her look, raising the leaves in her face. She scrunched up her nose at the action, swatting his hand away.

"Look gon em en tel me." Lincoln ordered with a nod. Sayah did as she was told, examining the leaves closely.

After a moment, little Sayah pursed her lips. "North, Lincoln?" She glanced up at him, her big eyes waiting for an answer. Lincoln only smiled.

"Laik ai right?" Sayah questioned.

Then Lincoln shook his head, indicating she was wrong. Sayah frowned, glancing down. Then he laughed. "Yu believe things seintaim easily, Sayah."

Sayah's face lit up. "Ai was right!"

"You will be a clever and strong warrior, Sayah." Lincoln ruffled her hair playfully. Sayah giggled, swatting his hand away.

"As will you, brother."

Sayah clenched her jaw, examining the leaves. She glanced in the opposite direction. That was South, she concluded, dropping the leaves to the ground before standing up and heading that way. As she walked, she noticed the sun starting to set; soon the stars would come out.

Sayah couldn't help but wonder if John Murphy was waiting to see them too. Wherever he was.

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Murphy wished if he was to be locked up, that he at least had a view. Even a small window cell. Just so he could see the sky. But no, he was still stuck in a dimly light room in the Ark with Bellamy Blake and no window cell.

It was evening, he easily concluded, eyes noticing the how lights outside the room lit up the hall. He just wished he could see the stars properly.

He loved the stars.

Bellamy hadn't really pushed much more on the topic of Sayah after Murphy admitted that there was some sort of. . . friendship(?) between him and the grounder girl. Murphy was conflicted between being glad he stopped or hopeful for more questions, just so he could talk about Sayah.

Because John Murphy could talk about Sayah forever.

The hissing sound of the cell doors being opened caught both Bellamy's and Murphy's attention as Finn rushed in, followed by Monroe.

"Get up," Finn ordered, unzipping a backpack. "We're going after them."

Murphy shifted a little in his spot, straightening himself up as Finn pulled out some chain cutters, effectively slicing off Bellamy's restraints. "It's about time." Bellamy told Finn, getting to his feet.

The trio turned to leave and Murphy knitted his brows. "Hey. Woah—Wait! What about me?" He protested.

Bellamy and Finn shared a look and Murphy didn't miss the way Finn shook his head slightly. Bellamy quickly grasped the chain cutters and approached Murphy.

Murphy flinched, scooting back into the corner fearfully. Finn stepped forward swiftly. "Wait, no. What are you doing?" He questioned.

Bellamy didn't reply, only leaned forward and cut off the restraints that tied Murphy to the pole, leaving only his wrists still tied. Bellamy lifted him up by the shoulders.

"He's coming with us." Bellamy announced.

"No way." Finn argued.

"He's been to the Grounder prison camp." Bellamy explained to Finn.

"He's right, okay? I can take you there." Murphy added, not particularly wanted to be left behind, even if he and these people didn't particularly get along. There was a moment of silence between the boys.

"Hey, Sterling just signalled. Someone's coming." Monroe suddenly called to them. The trio of boys shared a glance before Finn sighed and rushed forward. Bellamy shoved Murphy along with them.

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"You don't think anyone saw us?" Bellamy questioned as he walked cautiously alongside Murphy, followed by Monroe and Sterlinh. Finn led the way.

"Shh. Keep it down." Finn ordered, moving forward quickly.

They turn a corner and Bellamy continued to drag Murphy along, holding his arm with one hand and his collar with the other.

Suddenly, a bright light shined in their faces. The five delinquents froze in their tracks. Murphy sighed. Fantastic.

"You're late." Abby commented to Finn as she stood next to a guard, torches in their hands. Murphy glanced over towards Bellamy, who looked just as shocked as he was.

"Bellamy decided to bring company." Finn replied to Abby.

Bellamy glanced towards Murphy once before looking back to Abby. "He's the only person that's been in their camp." Bellamy explained. Abby didn't reply and Murphy bit his cheek.

Abby held out a handgun to Finn, who took it without hesitation. The guard beside Abby passed his rifle out, that Bellamy took. "Here," The man said. "Find my son. His name is Nathan Miller." He passed one more to Sterling.

"Bring them home." Abby ordered, moving out of the way so they could pass through. Finn nodded and led the way as the other four followed.

Murphy tried not to curse when Bellamy shoved him forward harshly.

Just another day on the ground. He thought to himself.

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a/n

sorry this chapter is sort of short awe aint sayah and lincoln just cute and YES they do fight. they do get along well but theyre still siblings n we all know what that means

TRANSLATIONS:SONRAUN means LIFE.LINCOLN: If the leaves are thick, Sayah, that normally means you're South.LINCOLN: Where do you think we are?LINCOLN: Look at them and tell me.SAYAH: North?SAYAH: Am I right?LINCOLN: You believe things too easily, Sayah.SAYAH: I was right!

^ finn when he sees that bellamy wants to bring murphy

^ murphy . 😐