𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | b. blake¹ [COMPLETED]

𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈: 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐

𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐇𝐘. Big fat fucking surprise, aye? However, when Magnolia managed to stumble to the drop ship with Clarke, they saw that the delinquent himself was throwing up blood, and a lot of it. The blonde dropped down beside him, and Magnolia slid down one of the walls, holding her churning stomach.

"Murphy, hey," the blonde prompted. "Look at me." He did. "I need you to tell me exactly how you escaped from the Grounders. What happened?"

Murphy shook his head, blood falling still from his lips. "I don't know. I woke up and they forgot to lock my cage. There was no one there so I took off."

"They let you go," Clarke revealed after a moment of deliberation. Maggie was panting now. Her stomach was still churning. She lay on her back on the floor, the energy leaving her body. 

Bellamy walked through the flap, stopping when he saw the state the three delinquents were in; Clarke with her blood streaked cheeks, Murphy with blood dripping from his lips, Maggie with her nostrils stained red.

"Bellamy stay back," Clarke warned. 

"Did he do something to you?" Bellamy asked, barely containing his anger. 

He was distracted by his friend. "Clarke--" Maggie tried to speak, but as soon as she did, wet rust flooded up her throat, filling it as it exploded from her mouth. She tried to cough it out, but that proved a struggle. Clarke was at her side in a moment, turning her over on her side so that her airways could clear. Bellamy lifted his foot.

"Take another step, Bellamy, and I will personally castrate you," Maggie slurred. 

Bellamy's wide eyes portrayed most of his concern for his friends. "What the hell is this?"

Clarke looked back at both Murphy and Maggie. "Biological warfare. You were waiting for the Grounders to retaliate for the bridge? This is it. Murphy's the weapon."

Maggie threw up again. This time, Bellamy reluctantly pulled away from the blood that nearly touched his shoes. The woman groaned. 

More people flooded the drop ship, trying to contain the disease as long as they could. Bellamy watched as he was surrounded by coughing men and women, his gun held tensely in his hand. He directed his glare to Murphy.

"Is this your revenge?" he inquired. "Helping the Grounders kill us?"

Clarke was bathing his forehead, much like Maggie had done before. "I didn't know about this. I swear."

"Stop lying!" the Blake rose his voice. "When are they coming?"

Maggie's brain was so hazy, that she didn't hear much of the conversation that happened after that. She felt like she was floating, but floating because her insides were leaving her body in clouds of blood. Her eyelids felt droopy, and she felt like taking a nap. She knew that was probably a bad idea, but she really didn't know how to keep her eyes open for much longer.