SWEET LITTLE LIES // BELLAMY BLAKE // THE 1OO

FOUR

✿ FOUR ✿

"What a wicked game you played

To make me feel this way"

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Katherine dropped some lightweight and dried logs on the pile she and Wells had managed to make, while the rest of the hundred seemed to either get high by exploring nature or just do nothing. Slowly, the feeling of being unuseful crept inside Katherine's body. Just as Monty had said, she should be out there looking for edible and medicinal plants, not collecting wood. 

"Don't get me wrong, Wells," Katherine started, crossing her arms. She noticed the lump in her pocket and made a mental note that she had do find Nathan Miller soon. "It's not that I don't like dragging wood to this place while the other kids are being completely unuseful, but I should be looking out for plants that could perhaps also help you."

"It's okay," Wells replied. He looked down at the pile of wood. It was obvious that his foot still hurt, yet he had not once complained. "This should be enough to last two days at least. I will join you on your search for plants."

"Find any water yet?" 

Murphy and his sidekick seemed to have appeared out of thin smoke, both looking down onto Katherine and Wells. Directly Katherine started to cringe. While they were doing whatever unprioritized thing they were doing, she and Wells had been working their asses off to make sure that they would make it through the night without perhaps freezing or being attacked by animals. 

"Our merciful Lord has given you a pair of legs, hasn't he?" Katherine asked sarcastically, uncrossing her arms and pointing to Murphy in a demeaning way. "Go use them and find water yourself."

Soothingly, Wells placed a hand on Katherine's shoulder, pushing her away from Murphy and his sidekick. He gave her a reassuring smile, as if to say that the would handle this one, and turned towards Murphy. "No, not yet, but we're going back out if you'd like to join us."

Wells's voice trailed off, causing Katherine to follow his look curiously. On the side of the Dropship something had been written with such a messy handwriting that it took Katherine a moment to figure out what it actually said. 

FIRST SON, FIRST TO DYE

Katherine couldn't help but chuckle softly. She didn't know when Murphy got locked up, but surely he couldn't have been arrested before he was six. Probably a six-year-old even knows how to spell die correctly. 

Chuckling, Murphy scratched his nose, showing the knife he held in his hand off clearly and providing a truly charming sight to Katherine and Wells. "You know, my father, he begged for mercy in the airlock chamber when your father floated him."

Before Wells could even think of a reply, Katherine had already taken a step forward. "Oh boohoo, Murphy. Go cry in a corner somewhere," she said, brushing away imaginary tears. She hardly cared about Murphy's floated dad, but she couldn't stand the fact that they were blaming Wells for it. "Almost no kid on the Ark has the luxury of having two parents. You're no exception, so quit acting like you are. 

A split second later, Murphy held out his knife, the edge pointing towards Katherine's jugular, though that couldn't have been on purpose, for the boy seemed too stupid. Katherine took a sharp intake of breath, but as soon as her eyes strayed to the text written on the side of the Dropship, she couldn't help but chuckle. 

"See something funny, witch-eye?" Murphy barked out, clearly disappointed that he didn't look as threatening to Katherine as he felt. 

"You spelt die wrong, geniuses," Wells entered, causing Katherine to chuckle only more loudly.