BOOK ONE IN THE SALVATION SERIES
"Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror. Victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory there is no survival."
"You just ripped off Winston Churchill."
"Wow, Blake, congratulations...
" passion and shame torment her, rage is mingled with grief and fear in her soul "
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Bellamy meets my gaze from over Murphy's shoulder, and it doesn't waver once. My eyes shine with fear for him, knowing damn well that Murphy wants to kill him.
Bellamy's slow footsteps echo on the metal floor, hands raised in surrender as the dropship door closes, and I silently wince. The kids outside won't work, not with us trapped with a psycho.
"Murphy, she has nothing to do with this. Your mad at me, remember?" Bellamy taunts, making Murphy jerk the gun closer to my head. I squeeze my eyes shut, unknowing if he would pull the trigger.
Murphy's still right in front of me, my sword against his neck. He's been surprisingly calm about it, like it was a normal thing. If it came down to it, could I kill him? If it saved our lives, I would. But if I start to, he could shoot me or Bellamy. Like before, it was still our mission to stall him, then overpower him.
"Believe it or not, she deserves every bit of what she'll get. Grounder Princess here banished me, made them torture me. Avalon would've gladly killed me that night, like everyone else," Murphy sneers, pressing the gun to my forehead. I freeze, hearing the words 'what she'll get'. Bellamy wasn't the only one Murphy wanted revenge on. The night Charlotte died, I might've killed Murphy if Bellamy and Finn didn't stop me.
I squeeze my eyes shut, my body automatically stilling against the cool material. One swift movement, and I'm dead.
I reopen my eyes, raising my head. I won't let Murphy think I'm afraid of him. I will not give him the satisfaction of fear.
"I never wanted that to happen to you. I tried to stop them!" I argue, Bellamy's wide eyes are trained on the gun pressed to my head. My eyes trail down to his balled fists and ready-to-pounce stance, and I shake my head slightly. That would only make things worse, maybe Murphy wouldn't shoot if he saw we weren't a threat. Bellamy purses his lips before ultimately giving in, his hands falling, yet his posture was still tense.
Murphy looks between the two of us, his lips curving upwards. "Do what I say and no one gets hurt. Avalon, how about we start with dropping the sword?" Murphy's voice cuts through the air like a knife, his cool demeanor unsettling. I swallow hard, looking to Bellamy. Neither of us make a move, the Blake shaking his head lightly. When we loose the only advantage we have, things could get ugly.
Murphy turns the gun around, firing aimlessly in his direction. "No!" I shout while lunging forward with my eyes locked on him, my focus now on Bellamy. Panic settles in the pit of my stomach, dread sweeping over me.
I look back over, and Bellamy is standing there with his jaw set, eyes trained on Murphy with such hatred it was making him go red. I practically deflate with relief at the sight of him standing.
