Gunpowder was written on a barrel this crap will blow your damn face off. I scoffed, and started filling pots with the powder. I climbed down the ladder. Once I was almost down, I saw Murphy and wanted to say hi, but he stood bended over Myles, a plastic bag pressed against his face. Murphy was choking him. I stared at Murphy as he removed the bag. As hard as I could, I pretended I didn't see anything. ''He stopped breathing,'' Murphy lied, ''I was just- I was trying to help him.''
''Oh,'' I slowly climbed further Dow, ''I'll tell Bellamy and give Raven her gunpowder.
I saw the gun I carried when I walked inside the Drop Ship, lying on one of the makeshift tables. Murphy saw it too. Then we looked at each other. I jumped down the last steps of the ladder and ran towards the gun. Too bad that Murphy had it first. He pointed it at me.
''Murphy.'' I breathed, ''put the gun down.''
''He tried to kill me.''
''I know, Murphy. I tried to save you, so let me go.''
''Nah,'' he said, ''we both know that the Queen will run for her King, and what will happen to me then.''
''If you let me go, I promise I won't tell Bellamy.''
''Tell Bellamy what?" It was Bell's voice from over a radio. I forgot I put that in my pocket.
"Give me the radio, Olivia," Murphy ordered, I slowly got it out of my pocket.
"Murphy has a gun, he killed Myles. Help me.'' I said as fast as possible before Murphy snatched the radio out of my hand.
"Murphy what the hell are you doing?" I heard Bell. Murphy closed the Drop Ship door.
"Open the damn door!" Bellamy yelled.
"If you try to be the hero, Olivia dies." He shot me a look and put don the radio, "sit on that chair," he pointed is gun at a chair, "NOW!" I crawled to the chair and sat down. Murphy tied me up, and put a cloth in my mouth, "this will shut you up."
He sun had probably risen already, while I was still stuck in the Drop Ship, with John Murphy. The person who once as my friend it was like nothing was left of that boy. ''Murphy,'' Bellamy said over the radio, ''I know you can hear me. All our ammo and food is on the middle level, you know that. You're leaving us vulnerable to an attack. I can't let that happen.''
''Yeah, well, in case you haven't noticed '' Murphy picked up the radio, ''you're not exactly in control right.''
''C'mon, Murphy,'' Bell replied, ''there's no any you wanna hurt Queenie. You wanna hurt me.'' Murphy looked at me, I stared back.
In the past few hours I haven't showed any weakness, I wasn't scared at all. I knew somewhere deep inside Murphy couldn't hurt me. ''So,'' Bell went on, ''what do you say? How about you trade her for me? All you have to do is let her go and I'll take her place.'' I shook my head to Murphy heavily. Okay, now I was slightly scared.
"How?" He smirked towards me.
"Simple,'' Bellamy answered, ''you open the door, I walk in, she walks out.'' I kept shaking my head and made noises that said no. Murphy pulled the lever and the door opened once more. "Just you, Bellamy, unarmed.'' Murphy didn't untie the ropes that held me on the chair, ''as soon as you're inside, she walks out. You have ten seconds. ONE, TWO...'' Murphy counted. Bell stepped inside and Murphy closed the door, I was still inside and tied down. "What the hell!" Bellamy shouted, "this was not the deal."
"I'm not the one for making deals.'' Murphy and Bellamy started arguing, useless in this case. We'll both die was the only thing I could think of.
''That's good," Murphy shot at the metal floor, I shock up from my thoughts, "then do what I said."
"Bellamy?" It as Octavia from over the radio, she sounded worried, probably heard the shot, "Bellamy, are you okay?"
"You want her to know you're alive?" Murphy asked, "start tying."
"Bellamy, do you copy?" Octavia shouted as Bell sat down on his knees and started tying seat belts together.
"I'm fine," he shouted, "just a misfire. Now, stop worrying about us and get back to work, all of you. And tell Raven to hurry her ass up."
"Alright, that's long enough," Murphy said while looking at the robe, "tie those ends together," Bell did as told, "alright, now get up and toss it over." Bellamy threw the rope over a pipe, while Murphy's smirk grew.
"What do you want me to say?" Bellamy asked him, "you ant me to apologize? I'm- I'm sorry."
"You got it all wrong, Bellamy," Murphy told Bell, "I don't want you to say anything. I want you to feel what I felt. Even that feeling that someone you trust, kicks away the barrel under your feet. Only... with you it'll be worse: someone you love, is gonna kick away that barrel. And after you felt that... then I want you to die." Bell looked up at the gallows e made himself, then he looked at me. I was heavily shaking of the idea that Murphy was going to make me kill Bellamy. Pure fear had taken over.
Murphy made Bellamy putting a barrel under the gallows, and made him untie me. I hugged Bell and cried into his shoulder. Murphy poked me with a gun and we let go. "Stand on it." Murphy told Bellamy. He did as told, and stood on the barrel while Murphy pointed his gun at me, "put it over you head."
"This is insane," Bell tried, "the Grounders could have-" Murphy cut him off by shooting at the floor once more.
"Put it over your head." Bellamy now did what he said, and placed the orange loop around his neck.
"Happy now?"
"You're so brave, aren't you?" Murphy asked sarcastic, "the both of you are. Doing everything for your people. You are oh so disgustingly perfect for each other. Well, I can you one thing; Queenie, I really liked you Bellamy just went for the good screw, you knew that. Making out with you for Truth or Dare as one of the best things that happened to me in a long, long time. But guess what? This dick comes around the corner and knocks me out. Times have changed; I finally figured out you're just another Alpha-Station-bitch. You know, now I gotta hang it to you, Bellamy. You got them all fooled. They actually look up to you. Almost as much as they look up to Clarke.yeah, but we know the truth... don't we? You're a coward. I learned that the day you kicked the crate from beneath me. Isn't that what you said? That you were just giving the people what they wanted, right?"
"I should have stopped them." Bell said.
"Yeah, it's a little late for that now."
"How does this end, Murphy?" I spoke, making both boys look at me, "after you made me kick away the barrel. Do you think people are gonna like you now?"
"I think the Princess is dead," he told us, "and I know the King is about to die and the last thing he'll see s the Queen's dead body, so who's gonna lead the people, huh? Me, that's who . And, yeah, maybe I have to kill the Grounder-pounder too."
"Ahh." Someone shrieked from underneath the metal floor.
"I'm guessing that's her right now." Murphy said and shot several times at the floor.
"No!" Bell yelled. Murphy stopped, he only had a few bullets left.
"Now, Olivia," he pushed me towards Bellamy, "NOW!" He shot at my feet, I fell to the ground against the barrel. It fell and Bellamy hung. i screamed and tried to help, but I couldn't. I collapsed on my knees myself, a gun against my head.
Murphy was going to shoot me, I felt it. Bellamy as almost dead, and Murphy was ready to pull the tricker, when the Drop Ship door opened. Murphy ran away and climbed up the ladder. I Grabbed a knife of the table, as Jasper lifted Bell. I cut Bell down, and he immediately collapsed on the ground. "I'm so sorry." I kept whispering over and over again, as Bellamy's head laid in my lap and I stroked his black curls.
His breath was uneven, but when it steadied again, he stood up. "Murphy." He shouted, "It's over!" Bellamy tried to open the hatch, it was blocked, "there's only one way out of this for you now." A minute later, we heard a large explosion. Now we were able to open the hatch, but Murphy wasn't there, instead the was a huge hole in the Drop Ship wall. "Say whatever the hell you want," I said, "but this boy has style." We saw Murphy running away into the forest.
"Should we go after him?" Jasper asked as he had joined us.
"No," Bell answered, "the Grounders will take care of Murphy. We're going after Clarke and Finn and Monty. You and Raven ere right," he said towards Jasper, "we don't abandon our own. Two guns, you and me, that's it. Olivia will be in charge while we're gone, okay?" I nodded, "Raven stays to build up defenses. We lost a day because of this, and our gunpowder." Bell wanted to walk away, but I grabbed his wrist. He turned around, "what?" He asked surprised. I grabbed his cheeks and kissed him, not caring if Jasper stood there awkwardly looking around.
"Be careful." I said as I pulled away.
"Long way from whatever the hell we want." Japser said. We smiled to ourselves, but then Miller's voice from over the radio interrupted: "All gunner, we got movement outside the south wall."
As told, all gunners had their guns ready. "Wait!" Miller shouted suddenly, "hold your fire. It's Clarke and Finn! Open the gate." Two delinquents opened the gate and Clarke and Finn ran in.
"Hey, we heard an explosion." Clarke panted, "what happened?"
"Murphy happened." Bell answered.
"Thank god," Jasper said as he hugged Clarke, "where have you been? Where's Monty?"
"Monty's gone?" Clarke asked concerned.
"Clarke, we need to leave," Finn interrupted, "now. All of us do. There s an army of Grounders unlike anything we've ever seen coming for us. We need to pack what we can and run."
"Like hell we do," I snapped, "we knew this was coming."
"We're not prepared." Octavia told us.
"And they're not here yet," Bellamy said, "we still have time to get ready. Besides, where old we go? Where would we be safer then behind these walls?"
"There's an ocean to the east," Finn said, "people there will help us."
"Of course," I said sarcastic, "like they're waiting for a bunch of teenagers."
"You saw Lincoln, Finn?" Octavia ignored me.
"Yeah." Finn breathed.
"You expect us to trust a Grounder?" Bell asked, "this is our home now. We built this from nothing with our bare hands. Our dead are buried behind that wall, in this Ground. Our Ground. The Grounders think they can take that away. They think that because we came from the sky, we don't belong here. But they're yet to realize one very important fact. We are on the Ground now. And that means we are Grounders." The crowd cheered yeah
"Grounders with guns!" A boy shouted.
"Damn right," Bellamy went on, "I say let them come."
"Bellamy's right," Clarke said suddenly, "if we leave, we may never find a place as safe as this. And God knows, in this world... e could be faced with something worse tomorrow. But that doesn't change the simple fact, that if we stay here, we will die tonight. So pack your things. Just take what you can carry. Now." Delinquents started chatting with each other again, and walked away. Probably packing their stuff together.
"Raven!" Someone yelled. Raven came walking into camp. It seemed like her leg hurt, she was pressing it, her hand soaked in blood.
"Raven?" Bellamy shouted as we made our way to the brunette.
"Murphy shot her," Jasper explained.
"Get her into the Drop Ship." Clarke ordered as Finn lifted her.
"Clarke," Bell said, he grabbed the blond's wrist and made her turn around, "leaving here is a mistake."
"The division's been made." Clarke told him.
"Crowds make bad decisions." I stated, choosing Bell's side once more, "ask Murphy."
"Leaders do what they think is right." Bellamy said.
"I am." Clarke told him and walked off towards the Drop Ship. Bellamy and I both sighed deeply at the same time.
"Leaving is bad." I stated.
"We're gonna get killed on our way, wanna bet?" Bell said, a note of sarcasm in his voice.
"It doesn't matter what we do. We're gonna die. Even if we stayed." I wanted to collapse on the ground, but then I felt a familiar pair of lips on mine. It was so perfect; the fog of war coming closer, and the rain slowly drawing near. "I love you," Bellamy said as he pulled back to breath, "I like you ever since we landed, and love you ever since I found out I was jealous when you kissed Murphy."
"I love you too." I breathed and pulled him in again.