John Murphy One Shots

Sanctuary

Hey. I randomly logged onto here and saw the amount of attention I got on this series. Though it's been well over a year, I figured I'd add to the compilation. :)

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We were heading to the City of Light. Thelonious was probably the most hopeful person here - hence why he was leading us - and was so persistent on keeping our spirits up. I remember up on the ark he punished people for the smallest of crimes: mothers would steal medicine for their dying children and they'd be floated because of it. But murderers under the age of eighteen got to sit in a cell whilst the council pushed them to the side, not really wanting to debate whether or not they deserved to live anymore. I always hated it up there, nothing was ever fair and they kept secrets from all the people. The idea of the council having higher authority angered me. They aren't better than us, nobody is better than anybody. We're all equals, so we should be treated as so.

I snuck onto the drop-ship when I found out the 100 were being sent to the ground. The main reason being because I was curious, and wanted freedom. I wanted away from all the laws and rules that were too strict. But I wasn't going to commit a crime, because despite not being eighteen, there was still the chance that I wouldn't be one of the 100 that they rounded up. So instead, I made a deal with Clarke's mother, Abby. She snuck me onto the drop ship as long as I promised to keep an eye on Clarke. Which I did for a while, but now she's strong enough to handle her self. Well, she always has been. Since the ark crashed and everyone is down here, Abby could see for herself that her daughter is a courageous leader.

At first, the council and guards tried to take control of us, as if they knew what they were getting themselves into; they didn't. They acted as if a few told stories and evident scars on their children's bodies told them what we were up against, but they were wrong– they knew nothing. Clarke, Bellamy, and I, and all the people that follow us, we know. We've been down here much longer than the adults have, and we know how to fight and fend for ourselves. We're much stronger than they think, and they soon realized that underestimating us only fueled us to push them further away. Eventually, they gave up, and they accepted the fact that they were being led by 'children.'

I was the main leader, and Clarke and Bellamy were my seconds. We called all the shots, and people looked up to us. But, everyone knew that wherever Murphy went, I went. Back on the ark, I remember always having the biggest crush on him. When I found out he was put in solitary for murdering two men, I was devastated. I was so afraid that I was crushing on a monster, that I liked someone I shouldn't have. It stayed that way for the longest time. When we reached the ground, he was ruthless. He treated everyone like scum and was the reason chaos constantly broke loose in the camp. But, not too long after, Clarke and Bellamy banished him. When it came to him, I was biased. I never pitched in my opinion and I never decided what happened with him, I left it up to the people. The only condition was that they do not kill him, and they agreed.

Clarke, Bellamy, Octavia, Jasper, and Monty, they were all my best friends, the ones I trusted with my life. So it wasn't hard for me to tell them why I never made the calls when it came to Murphy. They respected me for being honest, and for also allowing them to call the shots. Because I know as well as they do that if it was up to me – which it usually is – Murphy would've never been banished. He would have never come in contact with the Grounders, would have never been tortured or abused or felt as if he had no one. But, as sad as it is, I sometimes wonder if he still would have been ruthless today if he hadn't been through all of that, plus more.

I was the only one who was constantly helping Murphy. When he came back to us after being banished, beaten to a bloody pulp, I was quick to get him medical help and heal him back to health. Then, when he came back again – because Bellamy and Clarke both agreed he had to leave again the first time – he was a virus. It was a chemical warfare, and the Grounders had gotten him again and sent him back to us in hopes to kill all of us. They killed a few, but some of us were immune, and so we nursed everyone else back to health. That was the final straw for me, and that's when I finally demanded that Murphy be allowed back to the camp. People protested, but I was quick to shut them all down. I was tired of Murphy being tossed around and played with like a toy. He's a human being, and deserves better.