Highlander

Chapter Eight | Monsters Deserved To Perish

Chapter Eight | Monsters Deserved To Perish

By the time the shock of what Aurora had seen wore off it was day. Her clothes were soaked in Wells blood. It was practically a second layer of skin by now. She stared at her friends face, holding his dull dead eyes. A part of her wished that this was all just a stupid joke and that Wells would pop up with an "I got you" and then laugh when Aurora got pissed.

But he never moved.

He was dead.

Someone had stabbed him in the throat, almost the same way Aurora had killed Atom and that made her feel horrible. She released a shaky breath. So far no one had come around this side of camp. Aurora knew she had been far enough away that her scream had been lost in the air, which was why she slept here in the first place.

The longer she stared at Wells, the more vivid the screams from her nightmare became. It didn't take long before Aurora realized that the screams had been real. While she was sound asleep feet away, someone was killing Wells. If she had just woken up...

Aurora felt another sob scratch at her throat, hands covering her face as she hunched over Wells. His body was cold and hard and Aurora hated the fact that his chest never moved. She sucked in another sob as she straightened her back, shakily bringing her hand to his face. Her chin quivered as she pulled his eyelids closed, another tear rolling down her cheek.

Someone had killed Wells.

"Grounders." Aurora whispered softly before her eyes spotted a flash of silver a few feet away. She slowly got onto shaky legs and walked towards it, bile rising in her throat. There bloody fingers lay in the grass, all obviously belonging to Wells. What Aurora found more interesting was the knife laying in the grass, caked in blood. It was familiar.

Aurora crouched down, picking up the cold blade and staring at it in confusion. It had been made from the Dropship... And Wells didn't carry a knife, that was for sure.

Grounders didn't even use knives... From what Aurora had heard they used wood to make spears and bows.

A Grounder didn't kill Wells...

It was one of them.

Aurora turned the blade around in her hands as she stood, trying to remember where she had seen it before. It wasn't just the metal that was familiar to her, it was the blade itself. Her eyes landed on something carved into it.

J.M.

She sucked in a sharp breath. This was the same blade that she had been stabbed with... The same blade she watched Murphy throw into a tree...

This was John Murphy's knife...

Which meant... He had killed Wells.

Aurora's eyes hardened as she glanced at camp, feet moving before she even realized it. She was walking fast as she clutched the blade, pushing past people roughly. She could feel eyes on her as she moved, other kids gasping at the blood on her. If she wasn't so angry and sad right now she would've feared that she looked like a killer.

Then she heard him.

"No water til this section is up!" Murphy shouted from up ahead. He was standing in the middle of camp, watching as kids hauled logs of wood around, building a wall that they hoped would protect then from the Grounders. Little did anyone know that the Grounders weren't the only thing to worry about.

Murphy's eyes found Aurora instantly, face paling as he took in her appearance. Her hair was a mess, blowing everywhere as her eyes burned with fury. Her legs were covered in dirt, torso and hands soaked in dry blood. She even had blood smeared on her face.