The Rebel King & The Trash Princess || the 100

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Murphy was dead.

At least, that was what everyone was thinking. Everyone was thinking Murphy was dead, while Raven and Jasper were thinking they killed Murphy.

Jasper couldn't believe it, Murphy couldn't be dead, he couldn't have killed her,

He shook his head in denial, "No. She's not dead. Open the door!"

"Jasper, nobody could've survived that." Clarke told him, placing a hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged off her hand, glaring at her,

"She's alive! I didn't kill her.." Tears welled in jasper's eyes, "I didn't kill her."

Raven opened the doors, coughing as smoked filled air hit her sense of smell, and she ran out of the drop ship, "Johana!"

Jasper was quick to follow, "Johana!" Her name tore through his throat as tears slid down his face,

He searched the burnt bodies of the grounders until he shortly stopped, his eyes finding a glint under the brunt and ash,

Jasper took a few steps forward before he dropped to his knees, his hand shakily reaching forward before his fingers wrapped around a familiar knife. It was warm, covered in dirt, dried blood, the metal was slightly burnt,

He swallowed thickly, letting out a shaky breath, turning his head to look at Raven,who approached him, "It's Murphy's knife."

Raven shook her head, "No. It doesn't mean she's dead. She could still be alive!"

Jasper looked down at the ground, the horrifying realization that he killed one of his best friends settled in, but he didn't have enough time to grieve as smoke grenades were tossed,

"The mountain men." Anya spoke, her voice tight, keeping ahold of her emotions. She did not want to think Johana was dead. The young girl was a tough fighter. She is strong, and Anya hoped that Johana was out there somewhere, alive.

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"..we must keep moving, Johana." Tristan softly spoke as he crouched down besides Murphy, who coughed, looking at him with tired but determined eyes.

Tristan had found Murphy, saving both of them from the blast, "..We need to go back, we need to find Anya, and I have to see if my friends are alive."

"Anya is dead, and your friends killed her," Tristan responded with his voice full of anger, "Your friends attacked us first, one of your friends led the Reapers to us, killing most of my men, and your friends, almost killed you as well."

Tristan helped Murphy up, wrapping an arm around her waist while throwing her arm over his shoulder, "we must keep going."

Murphy clenched her jaw as pain shot up her leg. She tried to match Tristan's pace of walking, but she couldn't move her leg much.

She distracted her mind from the pain as she thought about what Tristan had told her. Her friends were the ones who attacked the grounders, the one Tristan described who led the Reapers. It sounded like Finn.

Why would her friends attack the grounders if the grounders promised they wouldn't attack them?

Suddenly, her knees buckled, causing her to fall, but Tristan kept her from faceplanting onto the ground, tears of frustration and pain slid down her face.

She pushed herself up, breathing through the pain, "I can keep going."

The sound of a horse was heard, and Tristan grinned as he saw his horse a few feet away from them, "looks like we're in luck."

Murphy shook her head, "No, no way, I am not riding on that death trap."

Tristan smirked, "I knew you are afraid of horses."

Murphy let out a scoff, "I'm afraid of you handling that thing. You are insane."

Tristan let out a small chuckle before helping Murphy over to the horse.

A nauseous feeling settled in Murphy's stomach before the urge to puke suddenly hit her.

She couldn't stop the urge and turned to face the other way, throwing up what seemed to be blood,

Murphy knew why. She didn't have anything in her stomach, no food, no water, there was nothing to puke up beside blood.

A gasp escaped past her lips as it felt like she couldn't breathe. She grabbed her chest, trying to get herself to breath, but her breaths were becoming shorter and shorter as her vision started to become blurry,

Tristan watched as Murphy suddenly went limp, falling forward and would've hit the ground if it weren't for him catching her.

She was burning up, and Tristan knew she would not be able to last any longer. He settled her down against a tree and removed the cloth from around her wound, seeing the area infected, her skin red,

He deeply frowned, The young girl in front of him was a strong fighter, but she was dying. There was only one thing he could do, and that was give her a mercy death.

She wouldn't be awake to feel it. She wouldn't even know. Tristan pulled out his sword, his grip on the handle was tight, the tip of his sword was on Murphy's heart, one strong push would settle it,

One push will be all to end the life of Johana Murphy, the girl who faced his people without a hint of fear in her eyes.

He clenched his jaw and put away his sword as he couldn't mercy kill the girl.

"You would've made a fine warrior, Johana." He whispered, deciding it would be best if he left Murphy behind, the girl was dying, and he couldn't mercy her,

He glanced around before finding a blue flower, he plucked it out from the ground, placing the flower in Murphy's hand, closing her hand around it, and placed her other hand on the other, folding them neatly on her stomach.

Tristan stood without a word, and he approached his horse, hoping on, sparing a glance at Murphy before he left.

He stopped shortly and jumped off the horse, heading back to Murphy and taking one of her bracelets to remember her.

Without sparing a glance, he left, leaving Murphy behind.

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