𝙏𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩 ━━ John Murphy ¹

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↳˳⸙;; ❝ 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜

"Hey, hold up," Bellamy calls, walking on a different path with Murphy away from the rest of the group. He had taken his gun out the second they were out of sight from the camp, making sure that Clarke saw him as he did, "What's the rush? You don't survive a spear through the heart."

"Put the gun away Bellamy," Wells moves to stand between Clarke and Bellamy, though the action spurs Murphy into action, pushing Wells away before he could get any ideas.

"Well, why don't you do something about it, huh?" Thankfully he wasn't aggressive as he could have been, Wells still left standing after the 'attack'. Amelia still doesn't like it, giving Murphy a judging look when their eyes meet. He has the decency to look guilty, but doesn't back down.

"Jasper screamed when they moved him. If the spear struck his heart, he'd have died instantly," Clarke snarks, obviously tired of the boys bickering, "It doesn't mean we have time to waste."

Before Clarke can so much as take a step, Bellamy's hand shoots out to grab her forearm, yanking it up between them, "As soon as you take this wristband off, we can go. Don't think I forgot about you, either."

Bellamy shoots Amelia a look, though his attention is quickly back on Clarke, obviously his main concern out of the two. His smug grin is wiped away when Clarke yanks her hand from his grasp, meeting his glare head-on as she closes the distance to get in Bellamy's face, "The only way The Ark is gonna think I'm dead is if I'm dead. Got it?"

Bellamy looks more amused than anything, staring down at the blonde. Clarke had even caught the attention of Murphy, watching her silently instead of glaring at Wells. His gaze flicks between Clarke and Bellamy, before opting instead to look between them to Amelia. His gaze stays passive when she rolls her eyes at him, though she can see the amused, barely there smile starting to form.

"Brave Princess."

"Hey, why don't you find your own nickname?" Finn calls, coming in from seemingly nowhere to once again break up another fight, "You call this a rescue party? Got to split up, cover more ground. Clarke, come with me."

He blows past them all like a storm, not slowing down for a second as he continues deeper into the forest. Clarke follows after him, leaving everyone behind without a second glance. Amelia looks between the three boys as they watch the two disappear into the woods.

Bellamy still looks amused, with Murphy next to him watching them go with a blank expression on his face. Wells is the only one upset about Finns appearance, glaring at his retreating form. Amelia almost feels bad for him when she notices the hurt in his gaze, though he quickly schools it back into one of indifference once he remembers who he's been left with.

Wells turns to Amelia, no doubt wanting to partner with her, when his other option is to pair off with someone that hates him. Amelia acts faster, though, cutting him off before he can even get a sound out.

"Dibbs on Murphy," Amelia darts around the back of Bellamy to push Murphy forward, guiding them deeper into the woods. Once Amelia feels they're far enough away she stops pushing him, skipping forward to fall into step next to him.

"If you wanted to get me alone so bad, all you had to do was ask," Murphy says with a smirk, easily dodging the elbow aimed at his side, "Gotta do better than that, short stuff."

"I'm average height, you dick!" Amelia pouts up at him. Murphy just shakes his head at her, giving her a shove that sends her tripping over her own feet and into a bush, "Hey!"

"Hi," He easily replies, shooting her a smirk as he watches her pick leaves out of her hair.

"You're an ass, you know that?" Amelia says, glancing up at him as she props herself up. Her right hand lands on something cold and smooth, too smooth to be a rock in the middle of the woods. Curious, she brushes away the debris to reveal the glass of a car door.