Note: Spoilers if you haven't watched Season 1 or 2 of The 100
Disclaimer: I don't own Murphy or Bellamy. (If I did, than the show would just be a whole lot of gayness)
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×Murphy's P.O.V×
I hold tight onto the red rope, taking in gulps of air as I try hard not to let go of it.
"Don't worry Bell, I won't drop ya." I say as I hear the older boy's panting.
"I wouldn't count on it." I hear him say, the top of his black hair beginning to show up from above the cliff.
I smile a little, clenching my jaw as me and Finn pull them up.
After a moment, Bellamy and the girl are all the way on the ground again, breathing hard.
"Had enough of your break?" Finn says already putting away the rope and packing everything up.
I sigh and stand up, looking at my blistered hands. I shrug it off as I go over to Bellamy who is still panting on the ground.
I offer and hand so that he can stand.
The older boy hesitates, " Thanks but I'm fine." And he gets up, wiping the dirt from his jeans.
Bellamy goes over to help pack with Finn.
"Whatever." I mutter, grabbing a water from a bag and pouring it over my hands.
"We need to take her back." I say after a few moments, looking at the hurt girl. Her face is bruised up, scratches marking her legs and hands.
I probably still look worse..
"How? We won't have enough time to find Clar-"
"Then go yourself, Finn. She needs to get to medical," Bellamy offers, tossing Finn a gun."
"Fine." Finn says, running off into the woods.
"Finally that boy is gone." I said, hearing a laugh in return.
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I sit at the dinner table, Bellamy a few tables across from me.
I sigh, trying not to think about him again.
I nonetheless look back at the older teen, my eyes traveling to his. His sparkling chocolate brown eyes. Underneath his eyes are freckles, spreading across his cheeks like a pale fire. Then his pink lips, looking soft and plush.
Goddammit Murphy!
I shake my head and cover it with my hands. I peek through my fingers, looking at his neck. There is still red wringing around his neck where I hung him.
My finger involuntarily moves to my own pale neck, brushing against the delicate skin where I also got hung. For nothing.
I tied the rope against Bellamy's neck. For revenge..
I'm a monster..
Over the past week, Bell hasn't even touched me. He never jabs at my chest, never pats me on the back, never punches me square in the face.
I tell myself that's just me not thinking straight. But I know that's not the truth.
Why am I such a monster?!
For no reason I get angry at myself. My brain tells me to calm down, but my fists says otherwise.
I punch the glass plate, making it shatter across the table. I stand up, not looking at anyone, even though they are all looking at me.
My eyes gaze to my fist, which is now bleeding over white glass shards.
I hear no one coming to see if I'm okay. They don't need to, because I know that I'm okay.
I'm perfectly okay.
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Chocolate Blood (Murphamy Fanfic)
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