Descendants of Kane (probably won't update anymore, stopped watching)

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The fire in our cave burned brightly as Murphy and I set up the bed we would share while living in the forest; I laid down the stuffed pillows on the cave floor over the animal skin blankets. "I wonder if Camp Jaha is even still there," Murphy stated.

"I hope it is," I replied. Turning around to face Murphy, I sighed, "I want to go back there."

Murphy stepped closer to me, and the fire cast shadows on his face. "Eve, the reason we went with Jaha was so you could get away from there," he whispered, "Why the hell would you ever want to go back?"

I swallowed a lump in my throat, "Because I want my dad to know that I'm alive."

Murphy sat down on the blankets and patted the spot next to him. I sat next to him on the blankets, and gazed at the fire that was about six feet away from our bed. Murphy's thumb stoked the back of my hand.

"This reminds me of the first night we spent together," Murphy stated softly. "You barged into my tent in the middle of the night demanding I take off your wristband," he laughed, "and then I finally got the balls to kiss you . . ." Murphy wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pressed his lips against the side of my head, "You used to be such a goody-two-shoes when you were Clarke's wing-woman."

I smiled softly, and asked sarcastically, "What's so good about stabbing your step-mother to death?"

"You still had hope when we were on the ground," Murphy stated, "and when we all thought the Ark died, you lost all hope and sense of direction." He laid me down on to the bed, and whispered in my ear, "Then, you turned into the bad girl that we were warned about as kids."

I pressed my lips against Murphy's, and I smirked, "You're acting like I'm the bad one out of us."

"You think I'm bad?" he laughed, kissing my neck.

I laughed, "Yes, mister arsonist."

Murphy laughed, "He had it coming for him."

I brought Murphy's lips onto mine, and slid his new jacket off. He laid down next to me on the bed, and I climbed onto his chest, taking off my black jacket first. Murphy wrapped his arms around me tightly, and pulled my plain shirt over my head.

"Hey," he whispered, "sit up for a second." I did what Murphy instructed me to do, and he ran his hands up and down my body. "God, you look so hot right now," he smirked. "I can't believe that all of this," he squeezed my ass, "is mine and only mine." I unclasped my bra, and set it on my pile of clothes. "That's my girl," Murphy smirked.

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Arcadia

After nearly three months since they left camp, Thelonious Jaha returned to Arkadia with a grounder boy who was killed by Pike's regime, but there was no sign of Eve or Murphy. Marcus stood against the station, staring as Abby checked the grounder boy's pulse, and his heart pounded in his chest.

Only Jaha had returned from the City of Light.

A cold sweat ran down Marcus' spine, his skin went pale and clammy, an iron pit formed in his stomach, and every vein on his body pulsed in unison with his heartbeat.

Abby spoke with Jaha after announcing the boy's death, and she led him back into camp. Noticing Marcus leaning on the station, Jaha waved at his former friend, but Marcus could only keep thinking about Eve.

She couldn't be dead. There was no way.

Eve was just seventeen. It was less than a month away until her eighteenth birthday.

She's too young to die.

I could have stopped her, Marcus thought as he clenched his chest sliding down to the ground in the most agonizing pain he'd ever felt in his life.

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Taking the juice from the wild berries I'd found, I carefully finger-painted dark bruises onto Murphy's head and body to look like he was badly beaten. We were hiding in the tree line, so those on the dirt road couldn't see us.

"I didn't know you were artistic," Murphy laughed.

I shyly smiled, "My mom taught me how to paint when I was younger."

Murphy stroked my thigh, since I was sitting on his lap, and smiled. He said sweetly, "I hope our next guy has some art supplies, because I want to see you paint something pretty."

Then, in the distance, I heard the sound of wooden wheels rolling along the path, and I smirked, "Bingo." I got off of Murphy's lap, and he laid himself in the middle of the path on his side, facing away from the sound of the cart.

I crouched nearer to the tree line to see Murphy better, and I withdrew the knife I'd made from my pants pocket.

Murphy's chest rose and fell very visibly, so I harshly whispered, "Look more dead." He made his breaths softer, so you wouldn't see his chest move as much.

Strolling down the dirt path was an older man with a long beard and a black fedora who was pulling a wooden cart full of items. He narrowed his eyes at Murphy's body, and called out, "You there!" Murphy didn't move.

The man parked his cart, and cautiously stared at Murphy to see if he was really dead. He flipped Murphy over onto his back, and saw all the bruises on his body. Glancing down at Murphy's boots, the man explained in Grounder, "I'm an honest man, but . . ." he started untying Murphy's shoes, "if you're done walking, I'll have your shoes."

I quietly emerged from the tree line without the man noticing, and was directly behind him before I placed my knife in front of his throat. The man raised his hands in the air at the sight of my blade, and I smirked devilishly, "My friend will keep his shoes, mochof. But if you don't resist, we'll allow you to keep yours."

Murphy got off of the ground, and chuckled, "Took you long enough." He brushed the dirt off of his back as he stood behind me checking out what the man had in his cart.

The man glared. "May those you love be eaten by wolves before your eyes," he snarled. Rage filled me. I kicked the man in the stomach as hard as I could, and before he would react to me, I punched him in the side of the head as hard as I could.

He fell to the ground knocked out cold and possibly dead, but I didn't care. Nobody is allowed to threated Murphy anymore. I hadn't noticed my ragged breaths of rage, but Murphy did.

Murphy placed his hand on my lower back, and asked, "What did he say?"

"He said that you're cute . . .," I chuckled, "for a theif."

He laughed, "Well, I'm sorry to say that he's not really my type." I beamed up at Murphy, grinning, and he smiled back down at me.

He cupped my check, smiled, and whispered, "I love you."

I blushed, replying, "I love you too." Murphy gently pecked my lips, and I suggested, "Let's get out of here."

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Yeah, sorry I didn't upload for three months, but I went on another writing spree of my Flash fanfic "Catalyst" <----you should read it because my heart and soul go into it

also, Naruto Shippuden happened

I've sold my soul to that show

Here's another shameless self-promo, if you like Dan and Phil go read my new fanfic "Buena Daina" plzzzzzz

I promise to upload this story more often, but don't expect daily uploads since I have to stretch this out over the hiatus (tbh it will probably be monthly uploads) since we don't want a repeat of what happened last time