Defy Gravity John Murphy

Chapter 7

(Izzy POV) I start my search by trying to track their foot prints. At night I build a fire, like Wells taught me, and try to get some rest, not really getting any sleep. A day goes by and I loose the tracks. I try to find the tracks again, leading me in circles. I mark some trees, making my way through the forest. I manage to kill a animal or too with my powers, cooking it like John taught me. When I encounter a grounder I slam them in trees, effectively knocking them out. When the fog horn goes off I find a cave to hide in. My tree marking plan goes to crap, when some grounders mark all the trees like I did. I spin in a circle getting dizzy, I fall to my knees, holding my head. I hear footsteps approach, but they don't get close because I scream out all my frustration and anger, making my powers push out. The grounder goes flying through the air, shaking all the tree close by, making some of them fall. I grip my head as my ears ring. "Where are you John?" I question. I get up walking in a random direction, not caring where I'm going. I just do the same thing for days on end. Wake up from what sleep I can get,  walk aimlessly, hunt, eat ,sleep, repeat. At some points I hear loud explosions and gun fire, things falling in the sky, but I blame it on my lack of sleep. I eventually collapse in a cave as the fog horn goes off again. I close my eyes, as long as the fogs going on, I should be safe to sleep. I close my eyes, and fall into the deepest sleep I ever had. When I wake up, I'm not in the cave, but outside the camp walls. "What the..." "Izzy?" I hear a voice ask, I turn to see Jasper walking outside the camp walls, with a huge gun. "Jasper?" I ask, "Are you okay?" He asks. "Are you holding a huge gun?" I ask, "Yes." "Then I'm not hallucinating." I say, standing up. "How'd you get back to camp?" He questions. "I don't know, fell asleep in a cave, woke up here. Hadn't slept for days, no wonder I didn't hear a thing." I yawn, stretching. "You should come inside." Jasper says. "First, let's sit down and find out what's been going on with you guys." I demand, sitting down. I find out I missed a ton. From a engineer Raven coming down, to finding a bunch of guns in a bunker, to a peace talk with the grounders gone bad, to a huge crash site from the ark. "Well, you guys had an eventful few days. Can't say the same for me, didn't find anything of John." I let out. "Oh, we found Murphy this morning, he's in the dropship." Jasper says. "What, how, is he okay?" I ask. "He's in rough shape, Bellamy wants him out, Clarke wants to heal him first." I run into camp, Jasper on my tail. People move out of my way as I shove those who don't. I run into the drop ship, seeing Bellamy standing over Clarke and John with a gun. I throw Bellamy out of the drop ship with my powers, before kneeling down next to John, hes unconsious. "How is he?" I ask "Iz..." "How is he Clarke?" I repeat, not looking away from John. "Murphy will live, but the grounders tortured him for information." Clarke tells. I look at John's hands to see his finger nails are gone. "Who's fault is this, huh?" I hear a gun load behind me. "Get out." I hear Bellamy behind me. I glance at Bellamy, him saying "Izzy or whatever your name is, you have to take Murphy and leave." Bellamy demands"They will when Murphy is healed, keep a guard posted to make sure they don't do anything." Clarke plans out. Bellamy walks away. "Thank you." I murmer. "There's water to drink and clean up. I will get some food, and more blankets." Clarke says, leaving me alone with John. I clean as much as I can of John's face and hands, him flinching a bit, before going back to sleep. When he fully regains consciousness, he sits up when he sees me. "Izzy." He says touching my face , I close my eyes at his touch, opening them to his bewildered look. "Your really here." John says. "Yay. I'm here, and I'm never letting you go again." John nods "Same." "You got to rest. Clarke managed to get Bellamy to let us stay until your better." I say. "You need rest too. You look like you haven't slept in days." John comments. "Okay." We both lay down, John and me staring at each other until we both fell asleep. My short peace of mind is broken by John gagging, sitting up and throwing up blood. I sit up, as Clarke rushes in "Murphy, hey, I need you tell me how you escaped from the grounders, what happened?" Clarke questions. "I don't know. I woke up. They forgot to lock my cage, so I took off." John chokes out. I get Murphy some water as he spits up more blood. "They let you go." Clarke states, Bellamy coming in "Bellamy stay back." Clarke warns. "Did they do something to you?" Bellamy questions. Clarke looks at Bellamy, Bellamy looking freaked out as the rest of us. "What is this?" Bellamy mutters. "Biological warfare. You were waiting for the grounders to retaliate for the bridge. This is it. Murphy's the weapon." Clarke explains. "They infected him?" I ask. Clarke nods. "This your revenge, helping the grounders kill us?" Bellamy asks."I didn't know about this..." "Stop lying, when are they coming?" Bellamy questions. "Why would he help the people that tortured him?" I question standing up. "Murphy think, what can you tell us that's useful? Did you hear anything?" Clarke questions. "They're vicious, cruel..." "You want to see cruel?" Bellamy asks, stepping toward us. I push him back, "Try that again and you will see it for yourself." I threaten. "Clarke." Finn calls as he runs in. "Finn you shouldn't be here. No one should." Clarke warns. "I heard you were sick." He murmers. I pull Murphy away from the others while their distracted. The boy who came in sick throwing up before seizing up and collapsing. Clarke checks his pulse, "He's dead." "Izzy you have to get away from me." John says, pushing me away. "Hey, no, I've already been with you long enough to get infected." I point out. "This is my fault. You could die." Murphy let's out. "Hey, we will be okay. We will survive this, together." I say, holding his hands in mine. Clarke and Bellamy start up a quarantine, bringing everyone who is sick into the dropship. I help where I can, but some of the kids are still afraid of me. I get to sit down, leaning against the wall. John walks over to me with two cups of water, handing me one. "So, what have you been doing while I was away?" John asks. "Looking for you." I say. "What?" John asks. "After you were banished, I went out looking for you. I didn't want the grounders to get you, failed to protect you." I say taking a sip of water. "Izzy, you went out there by yourself? Are you crazy, you could have gotten killed or captured like me?" John questions. "I survived didn't I?" "How?" I stay quiet, John giving me a questioning "Earlier when Bellamy came near us you pushed him away without touching him. Charlotte, she fell back into you. When I was hanging, the branch snapped off, I thought it was me that broke it, but it wasn't, was it?" John questions. "No, it wasn't. It was my powers." I confess. Lifting the cup of water into the air. John pokes at the cup. It keeps moving. "Before I left camp, Bellamy tried to stop me, I threw him back, showing people what I can do. While searching for you I hunted and defended my self by my powers. The doctors call it telekinesis, being able to move things with my mind. The tests they made me take were to test my powers. I didn't always have this much control, accidents happened, probably another reason they locked me up for good." I say grabbing the cup out of the air, drinking the rest of the water. "I didn't want to tell you, or anyone, only Wells knew. But after you left I just, didn't care who knew... I just needed to find you. I'm sorry for not telling yo..." I'm interrupted by John's lips on mine, his hands gripping my head. I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his lips on mine. Murphy pulls away. "You saved my life, Izzy, and risked your life trying to find me .I liked you before and I still like you now." Murphy confesses. I smirk. "You, like like me?" I ask."Yay, I like like you." John answers, smirking. I kiss Murphy, him kissing back, my hands going to his shoulders. We pull apart, still holding hands, just enjoying this quiet, loving moment.