Equivocator {John Murphy x Reader Oneshot}

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The Earth has always been confusing, even before the bombs. Nobody knew what to do- they just kind of lived, and hoped for the best. You still do that today, but you have to do much more than live. You have to survive.

However, you're not doing a very good job at just that. Survival is based off of not only your basic needs, but the needs of others and the support they give you to achieve health. Others, in this situation, is the other hormonal teenagers who were dumped on the flying rock in space known as Earth. More specifically, others is Bellamy Blake, whom you are cowering from.

"You said the Jobi nuts were safe, Y/N!" He shouts, voice low and mean. The shouts were supposed to be for you and you only, but the thin walls of the tent did nothing to protect it from flowing out. "Now more than half the camp is too high to fight on a moments notice. What if Grounders attack?"
"I said I was pretty sure, Bellamy! I had just as much training for this as your sister! Why aren't you blaming her for not correcting me? Or anyone else in this camp?"

Bellamy steps forward threateningly. "My sister isn't the one to blame here! I asked you, not her!" Bellamy lurches over me, angry for bringing his sister into it. Right now, you didn't fear Bellamy at all. On the Ark, he was just a rejected loser who was thrown out of the Guard because he hid his sister; he became a janitor. You would not let someone who cleaned your bathroom a few days ago make you feel afraid or weak. You put up a brave front and composed yourself.
"Yeah, you didn't ask her because you're too much of a dumbass, and she's just a physco-" Bellamy lands a hard punch on your cheek, sending you stumbling back and collapsing on the tent. "Get out of camp," He spits. "Don't come back." You touch your cheek and think of the bruise to come, feeling a warm liquid trickle from your top lip and into you mouth, you spit it out and it dribbles down your chin so you wipe it away with your sleeve— the blood keeps flowing as you stand up.

He grabs you by the arm and pulls you up and then leads you out of the tent, squeezing your arm hard enough to leave more bruises. The camp was gathered outside, silent until Bellamy shouts for them to get back to work. You struggle against his grip but his one arm was too strong even for your two. The gate is hauled open to reveal the trees outside, lush, green, and at peace. The trees had no fears; you envied that. Quick and sudden, Bellamy turns you to face him. "You're banished."
Your face drops but you turn the frightened look into a snarl, spitting blood at him. He flares his nostrils and pushes you, then marched back into camp without another word.

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Life was scary with walls surrounding you, but it was worse when there was none. How ever sorry you were about calling Octavia a physco (you know she's not, she's actually really nice), you think Bellamy should be more sorry about how he treated you. Perhaps if you went to the wall, he would forgive and forget? You knew that if he found your dead body, the remorse he would feel would be great. Sadly, you didn't feel like dying and you wouldn't be able to see his face anyway, so you decided against getting killed. After walking for a while, you feel sleepiness tug at your eyelids. Climbing up a tree, you cut your hands open from the rough bark, but eventually find a thick branch that you could attempt to lay on and go to sleep. You pray you won't roll off and fall to your inevitable death from the height, laying down and closing your eyes. Subconsciousness slips in before your full-on dreams do. This includes images of you being killed flashing in your head, images which you will not remember in the morning. Before you slip into sleep, a noise from the tree echoes; you open your eyes quickly. You scan your surrounding and come face to face with a Grounder. They hit your head but you don't fall unconscious, only too stunned to move as they carry you down the tree to the bottom.

"Please, stop." You manage to squeak out as the Grounder kneels in front of your body gaining strength.
"We don't stop, with Sky People. We hurt them, then they die."
Suddenly, you're kicked harshly in the ribs and picked up. You once again struggle, but the strength of the Grounder quadruple's Bellamy and you're no match. He pins you to the tree and you whine.
Grabbing a knife out of his side where it looks like a sword was also stored, he taunts you by dragging it along your jawline, causing a thick and bright red line to appear with blood. Very quickly, he draws back the knife to plummet it into your chest. You await death by closing your eyes. It doesn't come.