Something Unexpected

Chapter 6

     Murphy did a double take. "What?" He whispered, visibly staring at her lips.

     "You heard me." Clarke said as she threw her arms around his neck, pressing their lips together. Murphy froze for a second, not knowing what to do. But then he relaxed and closed his eyes, leaning into the kiss. His arms found a resting place on her waist, but soon moved once Clarke tangled her fingers in his hair. His fingers ran up and down her sides, making her shiver.

     He inhaled sharply when he got to the marks on her lower back. He pulled away, as did Clarke. But they still held each other. Murphy looked into her eyes.

     "God, I'm such an idiot. That's all my fault." He said quietly, referring to the scar.

     Clarke shook her head slightly, biting her bottom lip. Just then, a strand of hair fell in her face from the messy bun she had in. They both laughed.

     Night had fallen; It was almost completely dark in the cave now. Clarke rested her head against his chest, and was about to doze off when the sound of twigs breaking filled the silence.

     "Shit." Murphy said, removing Clarke from his grasp. He stood up and grabbed the small flashlight he always kept with him. He turned it on. Clarke stood and followed him to the edge of the cave, stopping when she was behind him a bit.

     "Can you see anything?" Clarke whispered, looking around cautiously.

     "No, I don't-"

     And everything went black.

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     When Clarke woke up, her head was once again pounding. She looked up and saw Murphy chained to the wall across from her. The chains were so high that she was forced to stand or else her wrists would have to hold her up.

     There was already dried blood around both of their wrists; And now, to make matters worse, there was blood dripping down from Murphy's side. His shirt was tugged up a little, and she could see the all too familiar marking that he had drawn on an old piece of paper so she could see what was in her back.

     He started to shift when the metal gate to Clarke's left opened. Two guards entered, followed by the one person she had never wanted to see again. Lexa.

     By now, Murphy was awake and squeezing his eyes shut, most likely from the pain.

     Lexa looked right at Clarke, and then turned to one of her guards. "Daun laik yun. Dison laik ain."

     Clarke understood Trigedasleng, the language grounders spoke to one another, enough to know what Lexa had just said.

     "That one is yours. This one is mine."

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Author's Note-

I know, I know, it's short. Sorry!

You might be REALLY confused at this point, but don't worry, I have it all planned out. There's a reason for everything now.

Sorry it's also kinda cliche.

I'll hopefully update soon! (I'll definitely try to find the time!)

~Anna