Defender of Men

02:03

Nathaniel Achilles Wolfe

"I may have lost many, but I didn't have many to begin with."

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I furiously scrubbed the blood off of my hands until they were completely clean of all traces of red. Even after, I continued washing my hands for no reason. I moved to my face next, scrubbing off all of the dirt and blood that caked my face. 

That took me a while but I managed to get it all off. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing the cuts from the Murphy incident were all almost completely faded, though some were more fresh after the Grounders.

I peeled off my shirt, and turned on the bathroom faucet. I wet my shirt and squeezed it until all traces of red were gone. I grabbed some rough paper towels and doused them in water, doing my best to clean up my torso and shoulders. 

I was wringing out my shirt when the door flew open and Finn barged into the bathroom. I spun around on my heel, putting on my shirt, "What the hell, dude? I could've been naked." 

Finn replied, "Luckily, you weren't. Now come on. Do you want to help them?" as he grabbed my arm and dragged me into the hallway.  I could only assume that he was talking about Clarke and the others. I replied, "Of course I do." 

Bellamy and Monroe suddenly came running down the hallway, skidding to a stop next to us. Monroe blurted out, "Sterling just signalled, someone's coming." Shortly after, the small boy from the woods rounded the corner.

"Let's go."

I am so confused. Bellamy grabbed my arm and led me through the hall. I didn't relax until we were well away from 'Camp Jaha' and the woodsy scent invading my senses, sending a chill down my spine. 

My shirt was still damp and it clung to my torso like it was a second skin. Goosebumps coated my skin and my hair fell in my face, increasing my chance of tripping.

"You're late."

I don't know what scared me more. The fact that Abby Griffin was standing in front of me or the fact that Maves—sitting on her new horse—and her Grounder friend, Rhea—who was sitting behind Maves on the horse—were standing in front of her.

Finn explained, "Bellamy decided to bring company," jerking his head to the side, where I had somehow now seen Murphy standing. My fists clenched, he can't come with us. He'll murder someone! 

Bellamy explained, "He's the only one who has been inside their camp," as Murphy lolled his head to the side lazily, flashing me a cocky grin. The man next to Abby, Miller's dad I believe, stepped forward, handing Finn a loaded shotgun as Abby did the same to be. 

She whispered, "Stay safe, please." I nodded silently as Abby continued, "Find Clarke, I want both of you home, got it?" I smiled softly and flicked on the gun's safety before tucking it into the waistband of my jeans. I saluted, "Got it doc." 

Miller's dad—who I'm calling Miller Senior cause I don't know his name—said, "Find my son, his name is Nathan Miller," as he handed Bellamy an assault rifle. I was about to make a snarky remark when Abby announced, "You'll be taking her," motioning to Rhea—who has a smirk spread wide across her lips. 

Abby explained, "Murphy may know where the camp is, but she knows her way around it." Bellamy asked, "How do we know she won't lead us into a trap?" Maves frowned, "She won't." Rhea nodded, "She is right," the commanding tone to her voice throwing Bellamy off.

"I may have lost many, but I didn't have many to begin with."

Alasdair Maven Wolfe