Chapter Four

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"Tell me Avery

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"Tell me Avery. Which is worse? That who is a monster or that which protects the monster?"

 Which is worse? That who is a monster or that which protects the monster?"

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To say tensions are a high understatement. Leaning against the cold metal wall I watch intently as Jackson tries to patch up Murphy's stab wound. Emori hadn't ceased raging so we gave her a sedative and chained her to the wall. Apparently, the chains are there for an actual reason. To stop you from killing one of your friends. Perhaps this is what happened to whoever had lived here. They all slaughtered each other under the eclipsing suns.

"I'm getting used to patching you up Murphy", Jackson hums quietly from the corner chair he's sat Murphy in. Murphy doesn't say a word. Instead he just stares forwards unflinching, watching Emori who's passed out on the bed behind us. Not that I really expected him to be running his mouth like usual. He was just attacked by the woman he loves.

"I guess now we know what the restraints were for", Bellamy speaks up as he flips through the book I'd taken from Clarke.

"How long will she be out?" Echo asks, tugging the chain to ensure it's secure.

"The sedative in the tranq-sticks should last up to three hours", Jackson informs her from Murphy's side.

"Hey", Miller regains our attention, jutting his head suggestively out the window "What about the mothership? They're going to think it's us. We need to radio them-"

Groaning I drag my hand down my face "I'm so sick of saying this." Everyone's eyes flickering to me, I remind them "Radios won't work down here. I say for now we worry about ourselves."

After a quiet moment, Bellamy asks quietly "Murphy are you okay?"

When it's clear Murphy won't be responding, Jackson turns to us and explains "His wounds are superficial." Glancing back down to Murphy, Jackson mentions "You're lucky."

"I'm lucky?" Murphy scoffs before firing at Jackson "I'm sorry is that your professional diagnosis? Because if so you suck at being a doctor."

"Murphy-"

"What?" Murphy snaps at Echo expectantly. When she remains apprehensively quiet, Murphy encourages in a hard tone "No what? I'm dying to know what he thinks turned my girlfriend into the monster that just attacked me."

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