𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒪𝓃𝑒 - a Fanfiction of The 100

chapter fourteen

"Hey, Ember!"

Immediately, I fly around, pulling my knife out. Jamming it against the neck of the guy who'd yelled my last name and pushing him against a nearby tree, I scowl.

"Murphy." I spit, narrowing my eyes.

"Woah, nice to see you, too, Emb-" Murphy starts, but I dig my knife a little deeper on his neck, a bead of blood dripping from the tiny cut.

"Say my last name one more time and I'll slit your throat." I hiss under my breath, hoping he won't, but knowing I won't really kill him for letting the group know who I am. I'd consider killing Murph for just annoying me.

"Okay, okay!" He throws his hands up, eyes large and panicked. "I won't! Just... don't kill me." Murphy adds, not looking like he's begging, but definitely scared.

I take a second, still glaring, my dagger remaining on his skin, so close to his jugular. A quick slash and Murphy would be gone. I smirk at the thought.

"Cal?" He whispers, hands still in the air. I lean in closer, still smiling.

"I'm relishing this moment, Murph." Sighing, I shake my head and release my grip on him, taking my knife from his throat.

"God, rage much?" Murphy retorts, putting a finger to his neck and wincing as he does so. Looking at his hand and the blood that's on his fingers, he frowns, turning his gaze to me. "Really?"

"Stop being such a pussy!" I chuckle, wiping the blade on my pants and slipping it in its sheath.

"Well, if you are what you eat..." Murph raises his brows and smirks, arms wide.

"You're disgusting." I roll my eyes. A second later, I pause, pursing my lips in thought. "The people from the Ark, you're all the imprisoned youth?"

"A shitload of pussy eaters, just like me if you must know." He laughs.

"Be serious for one second." I frown at him and he sighs.

"I mean yeah, why?" Murphy cocks his head to the side, confused.

"That means that there's no... no chancellor, no guards here, at least besides Bellamy?"

"Nope, thank god." Grinning to himself, he shakes his head. "But I don't think Bellamy is a real guard... and why do you want to know all this?"

"Murph, you know who I am, you know my parents are," I stop. "Probably were by now, the worst criminals on the Ark. Not only that... my entire lineage is bathed in blood and hedonism, I'm no exception to that."

"Your point?"

"I was put on a ship and sent down here by god knows who, either to save me or to kill me, and I am no saint. If the prisoners here, present company excluded, don't know me and there's no leaders, no hierarchy, no one who would execute judgement on me then I'm..." I look down, then up my countenance brightening. Smiling, I think of earth, of how there's no ruler, of being a clean slate.

"What?" Murphy walks closer to me as I continue staring at nothing at all. "You're what?"

"I'm free, Murph." I gaze at him, grinning widely. "I'm free!"

"You're crazy, that's what you are." His face is full of slightly frightened concern.

"No, I don't think you understand." Shaking my head, I chuckle. "You're just a prisoner, here for petty crimes. If no one knows me, if no one knows my crimes or my family's crimes, I'm a tabula rasa, a fucking clean slate." I grin widely, beaming almost. Murphy frowns.