Well. I've officially lost all hope. I tried to call those jerks today to see if they could get the files off my laptop, and I left a message. I called over four times afterwards, and they never answered.
Sooo... I don't know what to do.
The song is Counting Stars, just because I like it. xD That, and I feel like it was a nice song for this chapter.
Goal: 50 reads, 4 votes.
Enjoy! :D
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Chapter Thirty-Four
Murphy stared down at her for a few seconds, almost frozen, when he nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, it's me." He leaned down, taking her hands in his and lifting her up and out of the hatch.
The only way that he knew Dr. Griffin was because when he was in the skybox, which was the 100's word for juvenile jail, he often got into a large amount of fights. Mainly because he was an argumentative and stubborn idiot back then. She was always the one who looked after him, but they rarely ever spoke. It was the type of thing where he went in, got fixed up, then went out again.
"How many are on the station?" Murphy said.
"Less than five hundred." She replied. Murphy cursed under his breath, shaking his head. This would take forever.
She began wiping at her bloody and dirt-caked forehead with her sleeve before standing on the other side of the hatch, ready to help lift more people out of the hatch. He knew that she would likely be weak, considering how hard she seemed to hit her head.
"You have to go, Abby. This thing is going to burn, and explode if it reaches any kind of gas. If it hits the hydrazine, we're all dead." He said, before glancing down at the hatch. He reached down, his hands searching for a feel of any person in there.
"No John, I'm going to help you whether you like it or not." She said, moving beside Murphy.
"Fine then." He mumbled, reaching all the way into the hatch. His hand finally caught someone elses, and he pulled them up. There was a ladder to get to the hatch in the dropship, so he was hoping that this was the same and it wouldn't be as difficult. Abby grabbed the person's other hand, and they both lifted at the same time.
Their actions were now going more quickly, and Murphy guessed that they were taking out approximately 15 people per minute, and it had been more than ten minutes at that point. One other person, a doctor that was good friends with Abby, had been the second person to leave the station. He had gone over to the edge of it, and Jack had gotten a ladder. He was assisting the people down the ladder and directing them to a safe area. The fire had slowed down, but hadn't stopped. It had continued burning, and now around half of the station was on fire.
Suddenly, Murphy heard a loud slamming sound, like metal hitting the forest floor. He was right, that was exactly what it was. Raven had been working hard, and had untightened each and every screw in the main entrance of the station. She had kept going until it had fallen at her feet. A large amount of the people had gone running out of the station, and Murphy and Abby were about to go to the ladder. They had gotten there, when Murphy heard it.
"Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Abby said, coughing a little when the smoke began blowing their way.
"Dammit." Murphy hissed under his breath. It was a child's scream, he could hear it clearly. She must still have been stuck in the station, and no one had noticed yet.
He bolted towards the hatch, ignoring Abby's screams for him to come back and tell her what was happening. He hopped over the side of it, jumping down into the station. He skipped the ladder, hitting the ground and landing on his feet with ease.
He listened closely, ignoring the sweat now literally pooling from his forehead. The fire was close now, in fact almost the entire station was on fire. It was making it difficult to hear, he had no idea how loud fire could be.
He had to get that kid out of the station before the fire reached any flammable or explosive liquids. He remembered Raven telling him about the hydrazine they had found on the other exodus ship, the liquid that she said could blow up and literally make a 300 square foot crater if it caught fire.
He hissed in pain when he felt the fire licking at his limbs, and quickly moved from the hatch. He would have to use the front entrance if he wanted to get out of there in time.
The scream got louder as Murphy heard a loud creaking, then the sound of metal hitting the floor of the station. He had to move quickly.
He ran towards where he heard the sound, and saw that a steel beam had collapsed from one side and hit the ground. The smoke was moving quickly, but also slow enough that he was able to see a face through it. It was a little girl with dark skin and black hair in a brown dress with a black sweater on, her face constricted in panic. She was breathing heavily, which caused her to cough as well when she inhaled smoke.
He moved around the fallen beam, and walked over small pieces of red-hot metal. She was small, maybe six or seven years old. She would be easy to carry. He couldn't hear anyone else but her, so he was relieved that he would be able to get her out. He picked her up, holding her so that his left arm was under her and his right arm was free to push anything out of the way that he needed to.
He moved around the beam again, hopping over the metal when another beam fell to the ground in front of him. He cursed under his breath before quickly inspecting the area. The beams were almost blocking the entire entrance. He wouldn't make it through there, he'd have to find another way out. But she could. He put her down on the ground, turning her to face him.
"You need to go under that beam and go out that door. Do you think you can do that?" He asked, pointing to the entrance.
She nodded, tears still streaming down her face. She went down as low as she could, army crawling under the beam.
He turned to see if he could find another exit, when he heard the creaking sound that he hated so much. He looked up, and didn't have enough time to react before he saw another beam falling directly on him.
He shut his eyes at the last second, trying to move out of the way, when he felt a large force slam into his body and knock him into the ground. He was waiting for the pain to kick in, because he knew it would.
When it took more than ten seconds to do so, Murphy opened his eyes, and looked down at his lower body. The beam had never hit him, he was more than three feet away from it. His eyes moved back up to the area beside him. It was Bellamy, Bellamy was the force that had hit him.
Bellamy was staring at the beam, his eyes wide in fear and shock. He finally snapped out of it, quickly crawling to his feet and grabbing Murphy's forearm, pulling him up with him. "Come on!"
Murphy could see light from the other side of the station, they had broken open another doorway.
He could hear the sound of metal and steel hitting the ground and floor, the rest of the station was collapsing behind them quite quickly.
Bellamy reached the doorway before him, jumping out of it and Murphy doing the same. The second that Murphy hit the ground, the roof of the station caved in, and it took Murphy a second to realize that if Bellamy hadn't been there, he would have been crushed and burned at the same time.
He stared at Bellamy, both of them breathing heavily now. Jack had thrown blankets and coats on both of them, and Murphy felt multiple people hitting the blankets, making sure that they were smothering any possible fire. Apparently, Bellamy's sleeve had nearly been on fire, and Murphy's pant leg almost had been on fire too.
Eve ran up to Murphy, kneeling beside him with a panicked look on her face as she looked him up and down, making sure that nothing was on fire or burned. When she saw he was alright, she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly.
Murphy hugged her as well, but couldn't help but look over her shoulder at the destruction that the fire had caused. He prayed that no one was left on the station.
He glanced over at Abby, and also couldn't help but smile softly when he saw her hugging Clarke. Both of them had tears in their eyes, and they looked somewhat relieved to see each other. Clarke of course was the lesser happy one, seeing how she had found out that Wells had lied for Abby.
It was finally blissful again, everyone would survive.
But that wouldn't last for long.
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Eve sighed softly, letting go of Murphy. He seemed alright, he wasn't burned at all. Not this time.
Everyone had calmed down, and everyone was alright as well. A few people had some minor burns, but everything was okay at that point.
It was Monty that caught Murphy's eye. Eve looked at him as well when she noticed that Murphy almost seemed transfixed. Monty was staring at the station, his lips parted.
"What's wrong Monty?" Eve asked.
"That fire didn't just happen, it was set."
"You mean someone caused the fire?" Jack said, an eyebrow raised.
He nodded slowly. "I just realized it. Someone lit it up, it didn't just start on it's own. It couldn't have."
Raven's eyes widened. "Oh my god, he's right! None of the explosives ever touched the ground, so nothing else would have caused it. Someone must have set it on fire!"
"Yeah. And I think I know who."
Everyone turned towards Adam, who was standing at the tree line. He was sweating, and also breathing heavily. Eve sucked in a breath when she saw his shirt was bloody and sliced, as if someone had cut him with a knife more than just a few times. He had a long chain in his hand, and the chain led behind him. It was so dark, however, that no one could see what was behind him.
"Adam, what happened?"
"She happened." He growled out, before yanking the chain forwards. Anya fell to her knees in front of them all, a cloth in her mouth to gag her with her wrists wrapped together tightly with the chain behind her back.
Anya's hair hung in her face, dried blood and mud causing it to stick together and cling to her forehead. She struggled to stand, and of course, no one went to help her.
Everyone knew who she was, she was the grounder's leader.
She was now trying to get her hands free from the chains, and if looks could kill, they would have dropped dead at that moment.
"Take off the gag." Jack said, grinding his teeth and moving towards one of the trucks.
Eve and Murphy stood up, both of them facing her. Eve was confused, while Murphy had his eyebrows furrowed, and the look on his face suggested he was deep in thought.
Adam loosened the gag, and Anya shook it off, narrowing her eyes at them all.
Jack moved closer to her. "Why did you set the fire?"
"I didn't."
"But someone you know did. You told them to."
"No, I didn't."
James and Lena glanced at each other, before James spoke up. "She's lying."
The side of Anya's mouth went up in a smirk, and she laughed. "They're smart. You should listen to them more often. You could use some of their intelligence."
Jack gritted his teeth, then a thought came to his head and he moved over to her. "You seem a little nervous. You deny everything, that's not like you at all." He moved in front of her, kneeling down to her height. "Speak your mind, Anya."
She glared at him, before clenching her jaws together and hissing through her teeth. "You're monsters."
"How?"
She stared up at him, her arms shaking before she ripped them from the chains, a knife now exposed in her hand.
No one realized it. At least, not until she had implanted it under Jack's ribcage.