Kisses From The Sky, To The Earth

May Death Ring Its Bell

The sound of the trip wire being hit alerts those protecting the borders. Among them Octavia and Monty who were previously laughing about Jasper's so-called "animal instinct".

Fear hits Octavia hard, the idea that the possible culprit could be Lincoln sends her running in the direction the noise came from. A small group follows right behind her, warning her to be careful. Yet when she turns a corner she's met with none other than John Murphy, he's curled up on the floor by a tree. Octavia approaches a tad closer, careful as to not make too much noise, using her torch she illuminates her surroundings. 

The muttering between the small group who have finally caught up with Octavia alert Murphy, he's instantly backing away.

Octavia gasps, and once the group reaches her,  they glance at the boy, mortified with his swollen and bloody state. Octavia reaches a hand towards the beat up boy but he raises his palms in a frantic attempt to keep them away. Whatever had happened must've been truly horrendous if it had such an effect on someone as thick-headed as Murphy.

"Murphy?"

Derek makes his way next to Octavia, just as shocked as the girl "No way"

Whispers within the group bubble up, the mumbles becoming louder. Penetrating stares full of varying emotions, disgust, shock etc. But Murphy's least favorite look: Pity. He isn't weak, he's never been, he'd rather die here and now then be belittled by a bunch of spineless sheep.

"What the hell happened to you?" Derek asks.

"Got fucked up obviously" Murphy scoffs, voice never losing its sour tone.

"I think that's an understatement" Octavia says before reaching out to help Murphy stand up. However the boy backs away annoyingly. "Let us help you, you prick".

"You're so right, how can I refuse when you're asking so nicely."

Octavia rolls her eyes letting go of Murphy entirely, a small grunt escaping him once his back hits the tree.

"Help me bring him back to camp" Octavia orders Derek and Connor, they hesitate at first.

"I don't think that's a good idea. Bellamy made it clear what would happen if he saw me again." The bloodied boy states from his spot on the ground.

"Yeah well it's better to die somewhere decent than out here like some sad bastard, don't you think?"

Murphy stays quiet, Octavia has a point he'd rather have a small chance of survival than none at all. Bellamy may be strong but it wouldn't be the first time he escapes him.

The boy's silence is answer enough as Derek and Connor pick him up. Dragging him slowly back to camp. Octavia lingers for a bit hoping to find any sign of Lincoln, at least he wasn't the one moisturizing the ground with blood. Plus the white flower he left on the tree is a sign that he's okay and that's good enough to know for now.

She does a quick check of the border wall before retreating back to camp.

Bellamy is gonna be so pissed.
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Clarke stresses over the whole grounder ordeal, pacing back and forth. Wells watches her slowly go mad, after her 20 something lap around the ruins of the ship, he reaches his limit.

"Clarke, can you please sit down?"

The blonde stops biting at her fingernails, looking at her best friend. She sighs running a hand through her tangled hair.

"Sorry I'm just" she takes a deep breath and sits next to Wells. "I'm just worried"

"I get it. No contact with the ark has most of us on edge too but we have to hold some hope our parents weren't on that ship."