Flame ➸ John Murphy

6

Everyone in the camp was either talking to their friends or doing a job that Bellamy had assigned to them. With neither friends nor a job, West decided to leave the camp. After her long day all she wanted was to see the day lily's under the moonlight.

"Where are you off to?" John asked as he saw West push through the trees on the outside of camp. 

"Why does it matter?" She questioned as she stopped to look at him. West was surprised that he would stop her.

"I'm just wondering if you're going out to kill, or get killed." He responded while crossing his arms.

"I haven't quite decided."

Johns eyes widened while his mouth fell slightly agape. West snickered while putting her hand on her hip.

"Ever heard of sarcasm?" West chuckled.

Turning on her heels, West began walking in the direction she had previously been heading. Murphy collected himself and hurried after her.

"I can't just let you leave." He said while falling in step next to her.

"Aww you care about me." West stopped walking to sarcastically put her hand on her heart.

"Hardly," John rolled his eyes. "I just care about how your actions will effect me. I won't just let you go out there alone."

West started walking passes Murphy once more. Her arm swung in a motion telling the boy to follow.

"By all means you're welcome to come with me."

John groaned as he looked between the girl and the camp. Making up his mind, he ran up to the girl once more. The two fell silent as they walked a few feet away from each other.

"Where are we going?" John asked as they got further into the woods.

"A field." West simply replied with a smile.

"A field. You're willing to risk getting killed by a grounder for a silly field?" Murphy asked in disbelief.

"What's the point of living when you don't take a chance at death John?" West asked as she pushed through the last row of trees into the field of flowers.

"Wow you really are crazy." He scoffed.

"You can think what you'd like." West shrugged as she sat in the middle of the flowers.

John looked around cautiously before sitting down a few feet away from West. Noticing this, she laughed.

"Don't worry John I don't bite."

"Tell that to the four people you killed." He scoffed once more.

West eyes fell to her hands sitting in her lap. She frowned as she whispered to herself.

"Two."

Right after the word had left her mouth John perked up.

"Why do you do that?" He asked.

"Do what?" West was puzzled.

"Talk to yourself. You act like no one will hear you whispering to yourself." Murphy pointed out.

"It's a habit one picks up after being locked in a cage for years." She shrugged.

"Yeah but every time someone says something the people you killed you change what they say."

West's eyebrows shot up. She hadn't thought anyone had been paying attention to what she was saying.  It seemed like she was wrong.

"It doesn't matter." She said while plucking a lily.