Love Will Find A Way

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: John Murphy

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THE HELL WE WANT

The months without him had been hell. Shortly after Mount Weather, Murphy had left with a hunting group. Bellamy had been tasked with another mission of scouting. He should have gone with them. He realized that too late though because when they came back . . . Murphy was not among them. Bellamy had immediately set out to search for him . . . but to no avail. That didn't stop him from looking. Day after day. Week after week. Month after month. But he was no where to be found. The crippling fear that the Grounders had killed him and left him for the animals haunted him. It was just one of the many scenarios that filled Bellamy's mind, tormenting him just like his actions at Mount Weather had. He had been with Murphy, found a companion and lover in him . . . and now he was gone. Because Bellamy failed in protecting him.

The loss was not one that he would recover from; nor was one that Bellamy could so easily accept. Hope was dangerous. Especially as it had been months now since Murphy's disappearance. Nothing felt right without him. Nothing made sense. He was the first person that Bellamy had found genuine happiness in. Murphy. Of all people. But there was something undeniable about that man. And he missed him. The physical pain of his absence taking a toll on the former leader. Which was why the day Jaha returned to them, and informed him that Murphy was in the City of Light . . . Bellamy wasn't sure whether to feel relieved or frightened. Perhaps a bit of both. Because with the way Jaha spoke about it . . . it sounded pretty damn insane. The former Chancellor never explained any other detail. He merely offered a pill to Bellamy, urging him to go there with John. Bellamy of course didn't accept right away.

After talking to Abby about it, and the still missing body of Murphy . . . it took only a few days before Bellamy had reached a decision. He would go. Because he needed to get Murphy and bring him home. He wasn't sure how to explain what happened next. In the time that followed his taking of this strange pill that seemed to alter reality. Bellamy found himself in a city. Taking on the literal term of the city of light no doubt. He didn't feel any different though . . . and wondered if it was his refusal to fully submit to the drug. Or, whether it took time to kick in. Either way, Bellamy wasn't going to waste any. He wandered the unfamiliar streets, seeing people around but not the specific person he was looking for. This could be a hoax; a complete joke. It sounded insane enough. But . . . Bellamy was desperate. Desperate to find Murphy and desperate to bring him back. To him.

[John Murphy]

They hadn't seen it coming, or rather Murphy hadn't. Who knew if the same fate had befallen the others in the group or if it had only been him? One moment he was creeping through the trees on the hunt, the next he was going down. A dizzying blow to the head from behind preceding the fall and everything went black. In and out of consciousness he'd grasped a few vague details of what followed. Aware of movement, travelling, being carried. Or dragged? The heat and harsh brush of sand on his face, swept up in the wind and sticking to his lips. The sound of water and the sway of waves. Eventually, he'd woken imprisoned in a mansion. With Jaha and several others he didn't know. Along with a woman in a red dress. 

Next had come the pompous speech, the attempted persuasion, talk of how Murphy should have kept on with the chancellor in the journey to his 'promised land'. I found it, John. It's real... let me show you. And finally, when Murphy had continued to reject and resist, the forced communion. No chance to spit out the pill before it was swallowed down, a hand blocking his breath until he had no choice, and it was done. So it turned out the City of Light was real after all, or an impressive illusion at least. Reality as he knew it fell away and Murphy now wandered this new world. 

He found he could move between, back and forth, though he remained limited to this island when in the 'real world'. His intention had been to escape now that he was seemingly allowed free roam, but the desire was gradually ebbing away as he slipped deeper. Despite his initial battle not to give in, Murphy was losing track of the days and weeks as they rolled by, finding he cared less and less about breaking free now that this appeared to be freedom. No pain, it was true. And with no anchor... no Bellamy, he had nothing to hold on to any more. Murphy was lost to the City of Light. 

Tag: Bellamy Blake