I Know Places

II

"I'm sorry, Lia." Murphy mutters as he ties her hands together. He makes sure to tie them loosely so that they don't cause her too much pain. Guilt ate away at him, how could he treat her like this, especially after the mercy she had shown him.

"You know they're not in the village, Murphy," She sighs, refusing to look at the boy. How dare he tie her up and treat her as a prisoner. "So why do you bring war and threat to us? My people."

Murphy sighs, not really knowing how to react to her question. He couldn't exactly turn around and say that he wasn't trusted. He couldn't possibly say; 'I threatened to kill the chancellor's son, I was hanged for his death and caused the kid that had actually killed Wells to jump off a cliff.' He sighs again, 'Oh, on top of that, I attempted to kill Bellamy, and I shot our mechanic causing her to not be able to walk.'
He kicks at a stone in frustration as he continues to walk, dragging Lia reluctantly behind him.
"You disgust me." She spits at him in her native tongue, pulling at her restraints. Why did she ever bother to help him. He didn't deserve her pity. He was just as barbaric as the rest. The others that had caused mass destruction among her land. That had blown up the bridge at the treaty they had begged for. Those that had massacred 300 of her people.
"Naalia," he exhales, pleading with her to understand, "I'm not in a position to tell to others what to do."

Lia continues to look at the ground. She would not look her betrayer in the eyes. How could she? She was hurt and scared; exhausted from her experiences. She closed her eyes, how long had it been since she'd last tasted water? Lia felt faint, but she knew she couldn't complain. They'd probably just kill her, it would be less hassle.
They trudged on and on, her feet becoming weaker and weaker as she dragged them onwards. She couldn't do this for much longer. Dizziness had taken over and still she pushed on. Shivering slightly as the air turned colder, Lia hadn't prepared for this. She hadn't anticipated that she'd be out this long. She definitely hadn't anticipate being taken prisoner.

Her neck flushed with heat — her face following moments later. By now she was unable to focus on anything — not the sky above her, nor the ground below. Her head became heavy. Her hands shaking. Everything turned blurry as she became more and more unsteady. She struggled to keep herself upright, pushing on, refusing to proclaim her weakness to her enemy - but her eyes struggled to stay open.

"Murphy," She hears a voice bellow, but in her state - unable to match faces to voices, "Check if she's okay." The voice was male, that could decipher. It couldn't have been the one they named Finn, he was much too brutal. Lia didn't think Finn even had humanity. He was ruthless, merciless.
"She doesn't look so good." The voice booms again. Lia decided to voice must belong to the skaikru leader. Bellamy? She wonders if she remember his name correctly.

Concentrating too much on the voice, Lia loses her footing. Tripping over tree roots, she falls to her knees. Lia breathes deeply, willing herself to get up, though she knows she doesn't have the strength. She can feel tears creeping at her eyes. No, you mustn't. Crying in front of these savage beings would be a death sentence. She squeezes her eyes shut, she was weak.
"We can't leave her to die." She hears Murphy argue as she drifts in and out of consciousness. She tries to force her eyes open, but it's no use. She's much too weak.

    Lia rolls onto her side, finally forcing her eyes open. Anya is perched on the edge of her bed.
"I thought I'd lost you," Lia's voice cracks, "I thought I'd never see you again." Tears threaten once again.
"I thought I'd lost you." She counters, "I warned you of their kind."
Anya shakes her head at her, dabbing Lia's forehead with a cold damp cloth.
"Why do you disobey me?" She sighs at Lia. Anya cared deeply for the hopeless girl, seeing anything happen to her would break Anya's heart. "They're bad people, Naalia."
Anya stands, backing away from Lia.
"I don't want this to happen to you."
Lia narrows her eyes at Anya, not knowing what she's hinting at. Shit. Anya becomes incredibly pale as she starts coughing. Blood. No. She hold her hand to her waist, more blood.
"Lia, run." She screams, "Wake up!"
Wake up?