Descendants of Kane (probably won't update anymore, stopped watching)

21

“Where were you hiding out before I got to camp?” Bellamy inquired.

            I sighed, “Well, I was here in the woods, hiding from a lot of things.”

            Clarke talked to Octavia in front of us, so Bellamy and I were talking amongst ourselves. “What were you hiding from?” Bellamy asked.

            “Grounders, reapers, those bob-cat things, the mountain men,” I paused, “The fact that I let eleven kids die.”

            Bellamy harshly asked, “What?”

            Memories flooded my brain, and the emotional weight barred down on me once again. I said quietly trying not to cry, “The grounders broke down the wall, when they got into camp I panicked, so I ran inside the dropship without my gunners,” I cried, “I heard them screaming my name as they were slaughtered by the grounders. I let them die, just because I got scared.”

            “How could you?” Clarke snapped.

            I cried, “I don’t know, but I know that every day for the rest of my life I’m going to hear them screaming my name,” I stopped walking, and sat down on a rock. Quietly, I sobbed, “They trusted me.”

            Clarke sat down next to me, placed her hand on my back, and cooed, “Eve, I’m sorry.”

            I fake smiled, “It’s alright.” I wondered if Clarke and Bellamy hated me, because I sure as hell hated myself.

We set up camp not too long after I had my mental breakdown, and I forced myself to get at least an hour of sleep. When we found Murphy I could sleep much better.

            In the middle of the night, Octavia decided that we needed to get on the road once again, so all four of us packed up camp and headed towards Lincoln’s village.

Hours later, we neared the camp, and I was on high alert. Finn was so different since I last saw him at the dropship, and I trusted him even less now that he was comfortable shooting people in the head with a gun. He had really gone off the deep end this time.

            Thunder roared above us, and rain began to gently fall from the sky.

            I actually felt nervous about seeing Murphy, because what if he was mad at me for not looking for him? Also, I was scared for Murphy’s safety around Finn, because between those two Murphy is the sanest.

            Something is really wrong with Finn, but whatever comes out of it he deserves; he cheated on Raven, got pissy with everybody, and now he shot a grounder in the head in cold blood. I don’t even want to think about what he’s doing at the village.

            “How close are we?” I asked Octavia.

            She replied, “The village is straight ahead; not more than five minutes.”

            Then, very loud gunshots exploded in the direction of Lincoln’s village, and that triggered me to sprint as fast as I could in the direction of them. The gunshots were excessive, and sounded like whoever was shooting was murdering a hundred people.

            My heart pounded, and I could now hear Murphy screaming, “FINN!”

            Chills were sent down my spine, because the pattern of gunfire sounded exactly like the ones at the grounder battle.

            I leaped over a ledge with Clarke, Bellamy, and Octavia following me behind, and the sight that I saw was gruesome. About forty grounders were caged in a giant circle with Finn and Murphy guarding them, but Finn was melee firing at the ones who tried to escape.

            Blood was everywhere; on Finn, on the ground, on the buildings, and on the alive grounders. People screamed in pain and fear, and Murphy was desperately trying to pull Finn away from the people as he shot at them sadistically.

            I continued to sprint down the hill, and then into the village with bullet shells all over the ground. The pungent smell of blood overthrew the wood and smoke, and it was absolutely brutal.

            Finn turned towards me, not knowing who I was for a second, and then fired two bullets at me—thankfully they missed, but it didn’t help the fact that Finn actually tried to kill me.

            The entire world slowed down, and Murphy screamed, “Finn come on, we need to go!”

            Murphy’s eyes met me, but I didn’t smile—there were too many dead bodies around me. Then, I ran into Murphy as fast as I could possible go; my arms wrapped around his neck, and immediately Murphy wrapped his arms around my waist.

            My breaths were heavy, and my heart was pounding out of my chest from a combination of fear, excitement, and exercise. Murphy buried his face into my neck, and squeezed me tightly to make sure that I as actually real.

            Murphy placed his hands on my jaw, and then kissed me softly just once. “I thought you were dead,” He whispered.

            I placed my lips onto his, and whispered softly, “I had those same fears myself,” My voice faltered, “I love you.”

            Murphy placed his hand on the side of my head, gently kissed me once again, and replied, “I love you too.”

            He let me go, and I stared at Finn with hatred in my eyes. He breathed hard, and Clarke stared at him in disbelief.

            I stormed towards Finn, and then I yelled enraged, “You tried to fucking kill me!” Then, I reached for his throat violently, but instead of reacting like a normal person Finn backed away with his gun pointing at me.

            Murphy ran in front of me to protect me, and I could tell at that moment the old Finn was gone forever.