The Secret Grounder

Part 27- The Mental Retreat

"Murphy!" Pike calls, stalking out of the building and towards the disbanded group.
"Yeah!" John replies sarcastically, laughing to himself.
"Wrong one." Pike growls.
"What do you want Pike?" I sigh heavily, turning around away from Raven and towards the man.
"I need a word. Private." He stalks back to the Ark, not bothering to make sure i was following him. I glance and Raven and she shrugs her shoulders, turning on her heel as i go to follow the man.

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"I need you to prove yourself." He spits, mentally forcing me down into a chair.
"Prove what?"
"Your so called connection to the grounders."
"Im confused."
"I want you to carry on infiltrating Azgeda-" I go to cut in, but Pike holds up a finger, "-and report all your information to me."
"No! I'm not doing-"
"-You will do it. Otherwise i will throw you in the Skybox."
"Blackmail? Wow, really mature." Pikes mouth curls, "you know what, throw me in the Skybox, im not spying for you." I spit, Pikes face changes and i almost see a hint of exitement. He wanted me to turn down his offer, he just wanted a reason to throw me in jail.

"Stand up." He says gruffly, hoisting me from my seat and holding my hands together behind my back, Pike pushes me forward harshly and out a side door obviously leading to the skybox. There was was only one other person held in the prison, Lincoln. A grounder i remembered from a while back, he had supposedly gotten close with Octavia against Pike's wishes. And here he was! Pike quite literally threw me in the holding cell and i landed at Lincoln's feet. He slammed the door behind him and snaked out of the room. Lincoln offered me a hand up,
"You alright?" He questions.
"Yeah. Thanks." I huff, walking over towards the bars and shaking them.
"There's no point." He sighs, sitting down on the bench at the edge of the room, "trust me. I've tried everything. Anyway, what are you in here for?"
"Im in here because the bastard that they call their leader is a selfish creep and blackmailed me into trying to get his own way!" Lincons face twisted with confusion, but he realised that i wouldnt talk anymore and instead closed his mouth. I should've spoke to him more, given that would be the only time i'd see him.

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July 3rd (day 2 in Skybox):

To say i had a sleepless night would be an understatement, there were no beds and honestly the benches were less comfortable than the floor. Most of the time yesterday me and Lincoln sat in silence, occasionally passing comments about a noise we heard or general small talk. But today was different, Lincoln woke up in a shitty  mood and began taking it out on me, i asked him what was up, but he just replied with 'you'll see' ,what weird mystic shit is that.

"Grounder! Hands on the bars!" Pike shouted from the door. Lincon did as he was told, not wanting an experience with the taser stick Pike had on his belt. Lincon turned his head to face me and gave a sincere smile as Pike hurled him out and slammed the door behind him. Then i was alone, minutes after Lincon was dragged out a single gunshot rung through Arkadia. I didn't feel a necessary hit of sadness, mainly just anger directed at anyone i could think of. But, mostly at myself.

July 5th (day 4 in Skybox):

Guess who's been given no food today, that's right. Me! I think they forgot about me to be honest, for the past few days I've had a very small two meals a day. But today? Nada. Being in here, even though it wasnt as cramped as my cell in space, felt like my childhood. All i'd known was four white cell walls and now i'd been given a glimpse of the outside world, it got taken away in a second. I learnt by the end of day four that i was somehow going to have to survive this myself, unless they decided to actually feed me.

July 6th (day 5 in Skybox):

Well. Im fucked.

July 9th (day 8 in Skybox):

I mean im still fucked. But my anger is being channelled into something new, finding out ways to murder Pike when i finally get out of here. I hadnt even thought about hurting anyone in a long time, but the vividness of the daydreams made me rethink that decision. I was going to kill him, one way or another.

July 11th (day 10 in Skybox):

10 days. Honestly? There was no way it had only been ten days, i mean usually detailed murders take a week to plan in the earliest. But i had at least seven ways of killing Pike stored at the back of my head. Not that all of them made sense, i mean first of all where am i gonna get enough potassium to kill him? And second, where is an elecric chair when you need one? Actually, if i got Raven in on my plan i could probably attempt both of these. See which one he likes best.

"Murphy!" A voice shouts through the bars, "times up, you're free to go."
"Wow! How kind of you!"
"Stop being a smartass and just get out. People are asking questions."
"And you don't want to explain how you locked a perfectly innocent  seventeen year old away from civilisation for a week?"
"Yeah. That's right. Now leave."
"Fair enough." I shrug, breezing past the man and out of the Skybox. Not giving him the satisfaction of even a second turn of the head. I was going to find a way to exact revenge, when? I just wasnt sure yet.

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I know this is a strange chapter, but i needed a writing style that allowed me to express the changes ky goes through in jail. I hope it worked, if not. Hey ho!