Bruised Beyond Beauty // John Murphy// The 100

Chapter 4: The Bad Boy, Not The Bad Guy

"Murphy! I'm not forgetting about you. There's no bloody way." I state as I follow him back to his camp.

"Why are you helping me?! Charlotte's dead, you don't owe her anything! And even if you did I'm not the one to help! I might as well have shoved her off the cliff myself, its my fault she jumped!" He shouts as me as he suddenly spins to face me.

"I'm the Bad Guy, I don't deserve any help." He seethes before turning and walking away again, thinking he's pushing me away.
I follow him the rest of the way back to the camp, making sure I'm a few yards away from him.
When we get back, I grab a few logs from the pile and throw them on the fire before snatching Murphys wet clothes out of his hands and hanging them over beaches nearby. Murphy groans in protest as I continue to do things around the camp. Remembering the strips of bandages I had cut earlier, I grab my pack and pull them out before sitting beside Murphy.

Carefully I start to wrap his wrist, rubbed raw and bruised from the corse ropes they had tied him with. He flinches when the bandage makes contact with the exposed flesh, but allows me to wrap it.

"You're not the bad guy John, maybe the bad boy, but not the bad guy."
He gives me a confused look pushing me to explain further.

"The bad guy acts with clear intentions, not caring who gets hurt to gain a selfish need. The bad boy; however, is more often blinded by emotions to see damage that can be caused. He's not intended or doesn't know that he's hurt something till its too late. He feels guilty where the bad guy does not."

There's a pause as I finish bandaging his wrists, being careful not to touch the sensitive skin as I tuck it in. I consider putting a bandage around the rope burn but quickly throw the idea aside.

"Who said I felt guilty?"

"Don't kid yourself John. I saw the look in your eyes after Charlotte jumped. You wanted justice, not a little girls suicide."

-

"Here, eat this it'll help with your bruises. Stay near the tree, only leave to put wood on the fire. I'll be back tomorrow, okay?"

"I'm not a kid Ace, I'm a criminal. I can handle a night alone." Murphy comments as I hand him the container of mashed roots and berries. The sun is about to set and Murphy convinced me to go back to camp to make everyone believe that he was truly on his own. My condition was that I would come back everyday even if its just a few hours to be with him.

"Just go before Bellamy or Clarke get suspicious." He smirks as I look around for an excuse to stay a bit longer. I don't want to leave him alone. Sometimes he annoys the crap out of me but I worry about him, even before he was hung and banished.

"Stop stalling Ace."

"Okay, okay. I'll see you tomorrow John." I reply before starting my trek back to the drop ship.

-

The walk was uneventful and I walk into camp without a problem. Not a single person asks where I've been, and I doubt they noticed I've been missing.... well till Bellamy saw me.

"Ace! Where have you been?! We've all been worried about you." He says as he runs up to me.

"Cut the crap Blake. No one knew I even left, and you just want weapons."I snap at him as I continue to walk to my tent, him following with his jaw dropped.

"Am I wrong?" I ask knowing the answer. Him and me have never got along and when ever we talked, he was asking me to make weapons, just like most people here.

"Ace just tell me where you've been." He sighs as he stands at the opening of my make shift tent.

"I needed some space."

"That's not good enough."

"That is good enough Blake. I don't need to tell you where I've been, there is nothing relevant about it!" I say as my voice noticeably rises.

"You will tell me-"

"Or what?! You'll banish me? Hang me?" I cut him off mid-sentence, not caring if I'm shouting at him.

"Maybe." He says anger clear on his face.

"Then go talk to Clarke about it." I say before walking into my tent leaving Bellamy outside. I trust Clarke more than him, but not by much. She was the one running her mouth about how she thought Murphy killed Wells. However that has been her only mistake so far, where as Bellamy time and time again has been unruly and questionable.

A half hour later Clarke shows up at my tent, just after dark.

"Can I come in?" Her voice startles me as I was just about asleep. Sitting up, I rub my eyes and shove my covering off to stand, and call her in.

"Yeah" My voice is groggy as I answer. Blond hair is the first thing I see as she walks in, stress evident on her face.

"Bellamy probably wasn't the best person to greet you was he?"

I laugh loudly for the first time in a while, causing a small smile to appear on Clarke's face as she sits on my cot beside me.

"No, not at all." I respond after my laughter quiets.

"Since the Grounder attacks, Wells murder, Murphys banishment, and Charlottes death, we're all on edge and I get you wanted space, but we need to keep as many people as we can alive. Belkamy can be... hasty and quick tempered but he was just worried about your safety." I scowl at Clarke as her speech progresses but I decide to hear her out.

"We just want to know where you are so if something happens, we can find you." She finishes and I sigh, I've got to tell her something because they won't stop asking or may even follow me if I don't.

"I went to the cliff then to the river. water's always had a calming effect on me and I really needed to be alone for a bit." I pretend to give in, but only giver her half truths. I was at the cliff and I did go to the river, just not for the reasons she thinks.

"Thank you Ace." She replies with a smile seemingly satisfied with my answer. She stands and is about to exit before she turns again.

"Bellamy was going to ask you something but since you seemed pretty angry asked me to ask you instead." I raise an eyebrow questionably at her but remain silent for her to continue.

"Since you are really good at building weapons and spend a lot of time alone in the woods, he wants you to build them while your out there. I figure it'll give you something to do to keep your mind off things and you can sit by the river if that helps." She offers and my smile returns. Of course that's what he was going to ask me but now it can work to my advantage. Perfect.

"That's the best news I've heard all day." I reply causing her to smile and nod before walking out of my tent and into the dark camp.

This gives me the perfect opportunity to see Murphy every day without being questioned every time I come or go. Who knew Bellamy Blake was good for something after all.

-

The next few days continue relatively uneventful as I wake up, walk to Murphys camp where he helps me look for good wood for the weapons and in return I show him how to build them. Then near sundown I pack everything I had accomplished up, hang it in a tree near the river, say goodnight to Murphy and go back to camp.
The only thing that has been changing is how much Murphy is opening up to me. We talk, joke, laugh, sit in silence working or occasionally have serious conversations.
Everything seemed to be going fine till I decided to stay the night with Murphy again and saw what happened to him in the dark.

A/N- ooooh! what do you think happens to Murphy at night?? Sorry for the suckish chapter though:P

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