Earth's Weaknesses: Parts 1-7 (The 100 Fanfiction)

PART TWO // Chapter 3

Chapter 3: I Will Find Our Friends Even If It Kills Me (And It Might)

"Do you trust me?"

"As long as it doesn't come back to bite me in the ass, Blake. Then yeah, I trust you."

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We walked through the forest, Murphy showing us where to go. Every now and then he'd stop, asking if we'd remove his cuffs, but every time— until now— we'd denied. Finn moved forwards without speaking, slicing through what bound his hands together, and then continuing at the front of the line.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" Bellamy caught up to him, clearly not happy with what had just happened.

Finn's expression didn't change as he replied, "You're the one that wanted to bring him."

"Yeah, because he's the only one who's actually seen where the Grounders keep their prisoners," I answered.

"Then we shouldn't let him be defenceless out here. Besides, we can handle Murphy." He continued to walk on ahead.

Bellamy looked at Murphy, before looking forward at Finn and muttering, "Better hope so."

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him," I walked past and ruffled Murphy's hair and he swatted me away with mild annoyance. He opened his mouth to say something before ultimately deciding to shut it again.

It wasn't long before we were at the entrance, and before any of us had a chance to walk into any traps, Murphy grabbed Bellamy and yanked him to the ground. "Get down. Down! This is it. Told you I'd find it."

Bellamy raised the rifle, looking down the scope. "I see nothing but Grounders. Our people aren't here."

"Wait a minute," Finn raised Sterling's rifle, taking it off him. "They have stuff from our dropship."

My ears perked up, "Maybe they know where our friends are?"

"Son of a bitch!" Cursed Finn, adjusting his position to get a better look.

"What is it?"

Finn glared down the rifle, "The guy with one eye. Around his neck. He's got Clarke's watch. It was her father's."

Bellamy looked over to him, "Well she wouldn't give that up without a fight."

"Neither will we," Finn growled.

Bellamy tried to create a plan. "Finn and Alyssa swap guns. Finn, you're with me. Alyssa, up. You two stay here out of sight, this thing goes south, take out the other Grounders. But don't shoot the Grounder with the watch. Copy?"

"Copy. What about Murphy?" I narrowed my eyes at him and he winked back at me.

"Yeah, do I get a gun now?" He asked, a playful grin on his face.

I rolled my eyes, "Something like that," before pushing him after Bellamy and Finn. I kept low to the ground, trying to keep an eye on the Grounders as I managed to find a decent tree to climb, praying that there wasn't a scout already up there. Luckily enough, there wasn't and I had a pretty damn good view of the whole camp. Definitely none of our guys in there.

Murphy sat at the foot of another tree, tapping two rocks together to attract the Grounder's attention, disappearing into the undergrowth as he arrived. Bellamy sneaked up on him, knocking him out and Finn helped him carry them out the way. Bellamy looked at me and I pointed at myself, specifically my eyes, held up two fingers and then pointed at the camp, specifically my eyes, and then he nodded. I'll keep watch for two minutes, you get the information.