notion • john murphy

4 - MISSING

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When Sayah woke up, the pain she felt from her head was nothing compared to the rage that filled her veins. Then when she couldn't find Lincoln anywhere, worry set in. And worry mixed with growing anger was a deadly motivator when it came to Sayah.

The storm above her grows angrier, growling and twisting while Sayah trudged through the rain. She ignores the storm as she enters the familiar cave with a hard expression on her face.

"Sayah," Murphy croaks, his voice dry from the lack of water and speaking. "Do you think—" He freezes when he notices the blood on her hands. "What happened?" He questions, a hint of concern in his voice that Sayah is too angry inside to question.

"Your people," She spits. "Beside the fact that they struck me in the back of the skull, they took him."

"Who?" He furrows his brows.

"Lincoln! They took him, Murphy!" Her voice raises slightly.

Murphy swallows hard. "I'm sorry."

She doesn't answer for a moment. When she does, it wasn't something Murphy liked. "You tell me where they are."

"What?"

"Tell me," She approaches him, crouching down to where he sits, meeting his eye-level. "Where they took him. I checked their landing zone, it's cleared; absolutely empty."

"Sayah—"

"Did you know that I warned every warrior in this village, that if they harm you — even for fun — I'd kill them myself?" She questions him. "Did you know that?"

He doesn't respond. "I told them that you were an important source of information," She continues. "And torturing wasn't needed to get it out of you. They already question me—they think I'm weak, too weak to keep a prisoner here, too weak to do what needs to be done."

She pulls out her knife that sat strapped to her thigh and places it at his throat. "Perhaps I should show them otherwise. Tell me where they took him." She demands once more in a venomous tone.

"You going to kill me, Sayah?" He questions gently, his eyes burning into her own. His calm facade only annoys her further. He wasn't fazed. Perhaps, he had been expecting this. No matter what happened between the two of them earlier, he was still him, and she was still her.

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to." She tells him.

"Eventually, everyone wants to." Murphy states. "I guess it's just a part of my charm." He adds dryly.

She clenches her jaw. She doesn't want to kill him. She never did. Not when she was asked to bring him in, not when he begged her himself, not even when he looked at her like he was doing now; with something she didn't recognise. She hated it.

She places her knife back on her thigh strap. Murphy watches her movements carefully. "If I asked for a scout group now since it'd be easier at night, they wouldn't allow it. Not with this storm." She moves away from him, sitting back on the boulder she always sits down at. One question goes over in her mind. Why didn't they take me too?