The Monster within //Jhon Murphy Fanfic

Chapter 1

It feels like I'm slowly drowning in a sea of my own thoughts, which is a bit ironic since I've never actually seen the sea or have my thoughts ever really matterd.

I have been locked in the skybox for half of my life. It's where all of the criminals of the ark get sent for even commiting the simplest of crimes. However, some have done alot worse then just a simple crime.

Your here untill your eighteen, then they float you, thrown into space, eraised from life. If you are already over the age of eighteen, well then you get floated right away.

I was arrested for many crimes but my very first crime was simply being born, as depressing as it sounds, on the ark it's against the law to have more then one child, so when a certain doctor named Abby Griffin found out that she was having twins, she did everything in her power to keep her two littel miracle babies safe.

I on the other hand didn't make that so easy.

Once my mother had given birth to me and my sister she was thrilled, so happy to have two beautiful baby daughters, my father on the other hand not so much. After we were born only on of us could really live on the ark the other had to go into hiding.

That was me Rose Griffin, the girl in the wardrobe.

I was a restless kid always sneeking out, stealing sweets for me and my sister Clark. I enjoyed the risk, I suppose you can say I lived for it.

At the age of ten, I was out on my usual hunt, I had cruled through my usual vent that leads all the way around the ark, like my own personal passage way. As I made it to the storage where they keep all the sweets and rations I jumped down from the vent landing on my feet like a cat, making sure the coast is clear before shoving all kinds of sweets in my littel bag I had made back when I was five.

It was a strange yet some what useful talent, I could make anything I put my mind to and I mean anything. When I was seven I had managed to make a makeshift flip knife only by using metal from my sisters bed and wires from hangers in my wardrobe. My father wasn't happy about it when he found out about what I had done he had taken away the knife and would no longer let me make anything I was sad for a while especially when I had nothing to do anymore when he and mom would be working and Clark at school, but I got over it.

That's when I heard it I forze the sound of the beep outside the door ment someone was clocking in to most likely do a stock check I quickly hid behind a box. I looked over to see a man and a litte boy who looks sick, I moved closer to get a closer look knocking a can of soup of the shelf in the process.

"Hello, who's there, please I need help my little boy, he's he's sick"

I could hear the desperation in the mans voice I felt horrible but maybe I could help I mean I've seen my mum work on people more then once It's a risk but If it ment saving someone's life then I had to take it.

"Ok listen before I come out and help you need to promise me that you won't tell anyone about me okay"

There was a pause as I wait for the man to answer.

"yes, yes now please help my son, help my boy"

After hearing the mans promise I step closer to them both the boy was shaking on the older man's lap his eyes were in the back of his head lips as blue as ice.

"Can can you help him"

I look away from the boy to stear at the older man.

"I think so but I need you to get some metoclopramide it's on the shelf to your right"

The man quickly gets up and goes over to the shelf leaving me alone with the boy around my age. I begin to hum the song my mother sang to me and Clark whenever we would have nightmares.