❝sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ɪs ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ.❞ - ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ øɴᴇ ᴘɪʟᴏᴛs
A delinquent, who hasn't been able to speak since murdering her mother, is sent down from outerspace with a hundred others to see if earth is survivable again. Everyone on the Ark has condemned her...
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"Lᴇᴛ'sɢᴇᴛᴛʜɪs party smoking," some guy Skye has never seen before says as he steps into the smokehouse. Her, Octavia and Murphy were stuck with the job of hanging meat in the smokehouse the delinquents made for the food. The guy throws some wood on the low burning fire.
"You don't want the fire too big. So maybe just try to knock it down with some wet leaves," Octavia informs in a kind voice.
"You get that from your boyfriend, Grounder pounder?" All three people working stop to stare at the guy. Skye is actually glaring because Octavia wasn't being rude about it.
"She's right," Murphy defends. "A hot fire is not gonna preserve the meat as well."
"You can't take the heat, get out of the smokehouse. Should be kissing our asses for being allowed back in the camp." The guy says glancing at Murphy, who's behind him, then back to Octavia. Before he can say anything more demeaning, Skye punches him in the throat and pushes him out of the smokehouse. He grabs at his throat, choking, and falls to the ground. She gets back to work as if nothing had happened.
Murphy laughs, "I knew your aggressive side wasn't gone." Skye rolls her eyes as she hangs a piece of meat. "Oh, come on. Don't be pissed at me because Bellamy's been avoiding you for the past two days." Skye's eyes widen and she turns around to punch him in the arm.
"Wait, you like Bellamy?" Octavia asks, a huge smile breaking out on her face.
"More than tha-" Skye punches him again, this time in the injured shoulder. He crumples away from her wincing.
"That's adorable, Skye." Octavia places a hand on Skye's shoulder and she can feel her cheeks heat up.
"Your brother couldn't get you a better job? Would think anything would be better than working in the meat furnace."
"Oh, probably. That just means someone else would have to do it. And I wouldn't have found out my closest girl friend is in love with my brother." Octavia sends Skye a cheesy smile, and Skye returns it with a sarcastic one.
Suddenly, the fire engulfs the ceiling and Murphy and Skye hurry to help Octavia out of the flames. Within seconds, the entire smokehouse is filled with fire. Bellamy rushes over as a crowd surrounds the building at a distance.
"Are you okay?" He asks Octavia. The two girls cough out the smoke in their lungs.
"This is all your fault," Murphy states before launching himself at the guy Skye had punched in the throat. "We told you it was too much wood!"
"Get the hell away from me," the guys says pushing Murphy. Bellamy gets between them.
"Hey, hey, hey! Stop! Save it for the grounders."
Octavia yells, "Well, now what the hell are we gonna do? That was all the food."
Murphy helps Skye onto her feet. "Come on. Let's get you cleaned up and away from the smoke. Octavia, you might want to come too." The three of them head back to the dropship and get drinks of water as they clean their faces. Skye takes off her jacket, feeling like she had seven layers on. Octavia leaves as soon as she cleans off her face, but Murphy and Skye stay back to catch their breath. She feels it's safe enough to pull up her sleeves to cool down so she does. Murphy doesn't even glance her way, having seen them enough when they were growing up.
