in which gabriella kane gets goes from a privledged troublemaker to a disposable criminal
&& john murphy enjoys every second
of watching her break
JOHN MURPHY &&. BELLAMY BLAKE
book one of "rules of survival"
season one ── season two
cover by -v...
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the forty-eight; ❛ RULES ❜ ↷ the hundred ❝ if you die, I'm gonna kill you ❞
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Unwavering sunlight.
That was the first thing Gabriella Kane saw once she opened her eyes. The second thing she noticed was her location -- she was on the back of a moving horse in the middle of the forest. Over the pounding in her head, she could hear deep male voices speaking in another language, it sounded similar to English but it had a weird accent and the words were twisted.
"'Bout time you woke up. I was beginning to get freaked out."
Gabriella's head snapped to the sound of the hushed whisper and her eyes connected with Wells'. She let out a sigh of relief. She was glad that she was not alone.
When she tried to sit up a little, she felt that her legs were bound. She tried to move her hands next, only to realize her wrists were bound too.
"Great." The blonde huffed in frustration, tilting her head to connect her blue eyes with Wells' dark ones. "Well...I'm glad we spent so much time together before we died."
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"How did you get to be such a dick, Murphy?"
Murphy flinched at the coldness in Raven's tone and closed his eyes, leaning his head against the metal of the dropship. "I'm sorry for shooting you, okay? I'm sorry for a lot of things I did and didn't do that day. Is that what you want to hear?"
"Let me guess. Mommy and Daddy didn't love you?" Raven continued taunting, ignoring his apology.
"No, they loved me." Murphy said, staring at his bloodied hands that lay in his lap, trying to keep the image of a teary-eyed Gabriella watching him leave through the hole in the dropship out of his head.
Raven made a noise of amusement in the back of her throat and mocked him, "Are you gonna cry, Murphy?"
"Screw you, Raven."
"No, tell me. I want to know." Raven spoke, venom in her voice, "How does a kid who's loved by his parents, who has the greatest girl in the universe willing to die for him, turn into a murdering psychopath?"
