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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2015 5:00:29 GMT
Murphy didn't protest when they tied the cables around his wrists, binding them together before they looped the rest of the cabling around the metal post. Honestly, he really didn't feel like doing much at that moment, more grateful to be alive than anything else. Not that this was the best place to be. Trapped in the remnants of the ark in some kind of makeshift prison with the guy who had just tried to strangle him to death. So what if he had tried to make Bellamy take his life before the Grounders had attacked. Wasn't like he regretted it. It was payback for the jackass kicking the box out from beneath his feet and nearly killing him. Murphy knew he should still be angry from all of that but being angry took energy and that was something he was severely lacking. Caught and tortured by the Grounders twice would do that to a guy. Murphy shifted, trying to get as comfortable as he could on the metal floor, and barely held back a wince of pain when the movement caused his injured leg to bump into the metal post. The face of the Grounder who had stabbed him flashed in front of his eyes and Murphy's hands clenched into fists briefly. If he got his hands on that bastard, he was going to make him beg for his life. As if he had known about the minefield. How the hell was he supposed to have known? It wasn't like anyone told him anything. He had tried to play nice, helping them all when they had gotten sick from the virus, and where the hell had that gotten him? Nowhere. He was sick and tired of always being the scapegoat for everything. "Well this is going to be fun," he muttered, shooting a sidelong glance over at Bellamy. There was an attempt at a scowl but he was too tired to put much effort into it. Murphy shifted his gaze away from him and searched for something to occupy himself for however long they were both going to be in here. His gaze landed on a metal grate hanging from one of the walls and he began to silently count all of the individual holes. Anything that would help take his mind off of the pain he was in and keep him awake. Not like sleep would come anyways. It'd just be filled with nightmares and pain, like it had since he had stumbled back to camp the after he had escaped the Grounder camp the first time.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 27, 2015 18:38:27 GMT
Tag: @murphy damn right. I'M NOT A TRAITOR Things had gone from bad to worse, which Bellamy hadn't even known was possible. While he was aware that his control would be . . . forcibly relinquished, he had not expected the rest of it. Their friends -- his people -- were missing, Octavia was god know's where, Raven might die and to top everything off, Murphy was here. The second Bellamy lay eyes on the bastard he hadn't been able to resist attacking him for all the turmoil he had caused the camp. He and Clarke had given him a second chance, something that even Bellamy had eventually conceded to after the virus stopped spreading. And what did he do?
He murdered two of their people. He shot Raven. He hung him. And now, he was here, and Bellamy was stuck in his rather undesirable company. Both their hands were bound, and despite Bellamy's struggle, he couldn't loosen the ties. He had been locked in here already, like a prisoner, and now, he was locked in here with Murphy. Bellamy suppressed an eyeroll at his former second's remark.
"You are a serious pain in the ass." To say the least. He just couldn't get rid of Murphy. The guy kept coming back . . . they kept encountering each other. "Why the hell did you even come back, or stay for that matter. Suddenly developed a conscience?" Felt guilty for shooting Raven? His question was asked sarcastically, perhaps only somewhat rhetorically. He could have had a chance to be a part of the camp . . . but no. He had proved to be a risk, and it had cost them two -- maybe three -- of their people. Not to mention, Charlotte.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2015 22:55:33 GMT
He lost track of the number of holes he had counted in the grate and inwardly cursed. Scowling slightly and trying to ignore the twinges of pain that shot across his cheekbones courtesy of the still healing cuts, he began to count again. Murphy wondered how long they were going to keep them in there and why the hell they thought it had been a good idea to lock him up with the one person in camp that had tried to kill him (and vice versa). Not exactly their best decisions but he figured if he could get through the next few hours or however long it was going to be without incident, then he could figure out how he was going to get revenge against the Grounders who had done this to him. Preferably not with the rest of the group but he’d make do with whatever he got. Ignoring people was one of Murphy’s strong points, especially when they were directing comments towards him, sarcastic or not. Even if retorting back would get him into more trouble (and probably a fight given his track record), Murphy couldn’t help it and found himself bristling inwardly at Bellamy’s comment. It was simply his nature. That, and he liked getting the last word in wherever possible. Outwardly, he kept his posture composed, not about to let Bellamy get the best of him. “Maybe I was tired of being the entertainment for the Grounders,” he said coolly, finally tearing his gaze away from the grate to give Bellamy a deadpan look. With a faint roll of his eyes, Murphy shifted so he could lean his head back slightly against the metal pole, looking upward towards the air ducts that ran along the length of the ceiling. Not that those were going to do much good for them if there wasn’t a power source. The remnants worked well enough as a shelter from the weather but he wondered how long they’d be able to keep things running. “You think you’re so much better than me don’t you.” It wasn’t surprising though. No one ever wanted to think of themselves as the bad guy, as someone who could do something wrong. The difference with Murphy was that he knew he was the bad guy sometimes, that he did a hell of a lot wrong, but half the time he really just didn’t care. As if caring would make any difference with how everyone treated him. Yes, there were things that bothered him, some more significant than others, but mostly he tried to just keep pushing forward because he was afraid that if he didn’t, he was going to break. Tag: Bellamy Blake
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 27, 2015 23:19:39 GMT
Tag: @murphy damn right. I'M NOT A TRAITOR Bellamy did not forget the condition in which Murphy had returned to their camp. His fingernails had been torn, and he'd been severely beaten, along with whatever else the Grounders had done to him. He knew of the Grounder's ruthlessness but at the same time, would not then that sympathy cloud his judgment for Murphy. "So you decided to come back and get revenge on the people who wronged you." His words were both a question and a statement, and bitterly sarcastic. He knew that he had been wrong for hanging Murphy. Despite the circumstances that had prompted Bellamy's apology for hanging him, it wasn't just a desperate attempt to save his life: he had meant his words. He was indeed sorry, for what he had allowed to happen. He had gone along with the crowd and it was wrong. Charlotte died for it.
"Only those people were actually the ones who could have helped you." He could have been part of the group again, and as much as Bellamy had hated the thought . . . Clarke was right. Second chances. Hell, if Bellamy wasn't given a second chance, who knows where he would have ended up right now. "But you blew it," he bluntly stated, hardly looking at the man before him. Murphy's next words caused Bellamy to clench his jaw, holding back the emotion, just as he always did. Truth be told, Bellamy didn't think he was. He had done things, made bad decisions in the past. But if he didn't lead people with the confidence that was required, then who knows what could happen. "I know that I would do anything to protect my people." He finally brought his gaze to Murphy, staring at him with a serious look on his face, just as Murphy's own was rather stoic. "Because unlike you, I have loyalty." And who was Murphy loyal to but himself.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 4:35:10 GMT
Murphy had to force himself not to roll his eyes at Bellamy's comment. So high and mighty. Just because he had elected himself leader of the delinquents and they had all been so desperate for any kind of direction they had followed him blindly. Murphy didn't resent him for that, not in the least. He might have enjoyed power but he also had no desire to be at the front of the pack. No, Murphy disliked the fact that Bellamy seemed to have forgotten they had all done some pretty bad things but he was so hypocritical he refused to admit it. "After people try to hang you for something you didn't do, maybe you'd want revenge too."Was it wrong to kill people for the sake of revenge? Maybe, but to Murphy it was justice. They had strung him up there without even hesitating, jeering at him and crying for blood. Yes, Bellamy had apologized for what he had done (though Murphy wasn't sure that hadn't been just a ploy to try and save his life) but had anyone else apologized? Nope. Just a 'let's pretend we didn't just try to kill one of our own because we were too stupid to find out the facts'. Yes, he was bitter about it, though he was still trying to move forward. If they hadn't kicked him out, he wouldn't have been captured and tortured. Bellamy droned on and on and Murphy couldn't help but give a slight roll of his eyes before looking down at the ties that were wrapped tightly around his wrists. He picked at them, not trying to free himself (he had already tried that, it hadn't worked) mainly just so he didn't have to look at Bellamy's face. It made him angry every time he looked over at him so this was his way of managing to remain calm. However, at the loyalty comment, Murphy couldn't help but bristle, and shot a piercing look at the other delinquent. "And I'm not, right? Is that it?" His gaze narrowed. "Oh right, I forgot, you can do no wrong," he said with a slight edge to his voice. Murphy cast his gaze down, fiddling once more with the ties. "Sometimes you don't have a choice." Tag Bellamy Blake
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 28, 2015 4:55:28 GMT
Tag: @murphy damn right. I'M NOT A TRAITOR Murphy spoke of revenge against people who tried to hang him for something he didn't do. Bellamy still remembered that day perfectly, despite anything else that happened . . . he would never forget the way Murphy had hung there, and how Charlotte confessed. The emotions that formed in the pit of Bellamy's stomach at that time had been enough to make him feel sick. "That was wrong," he stated. He wasn't going to deny that. Crowds made bad decisions, and he had learned that on that day.
It was a massive turning point for the co leader. And also the start of his and Clarke's joint leadership."We--" No, that wasn't the right word to use. "I shouldn't have done that." Even if it wasn't just him who had physically hung him, Bellamy had possessed the power to stop it. But he hadn't. He'd been weak; enabled by the crowd chanting his name. "And a girl is dead because of it." Bellamy blamed Murphy for what happened to Charlotte . . . but he knew that some of that blame also rested on his own shoulders.
It had taken time for him to partly accept responsibility for it, but he did. Things should not have happened the way they had. And he was not above expressing that now to Murphy. Whatever animosity existed between the two of them . . . his apology to him in the drop ship that day was sincere. It had just taken a threat to his life to force it out of him. "No, you aren't," Bellamy bluntly answered, uncaring if the question was meant to be rhetorical."You're loyal only to yourself." He had wanted vengeance, well he got it. "I never said that. I made plenty of mistakes. Letting you in camp was a big one." Oh Bellamy had done a lot of wrong.
He had gotten his mother floated and Octavia arrested. He was responsible for the 300 people dying on the Ark. And every one of the people they lost, every one of the 100 that died . . . was on him, because he was supposed to protect them. Which made him all the more desperate to get out there and find them. "We gave you a second chance, and you killed two people." Two defenseless people. "For revenge." Not justice. That sure as hell wasn't justice. "So don't give me that bull shit about not having a choice. You did have a choice. And you chose to be a murderer." And his victim count may not stop at two. Raven could very well die as well and if she did . . . that would be on Murphy. All the fuel for Bellamy's anger toward the man.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 6:15:46 GMT
"Of course I'm loyal to me. It's not like I could count on anyone else," he retorted. He wasn't going to give Bellamy the pleasure of thinking that Murphy actually accepted his apology so he kept his gaze focused on the ties for a few moments longer before leaning his head back against the metal post without offering a response. He looked around the room, at the plant life that was slowly working its way through the broken equipment. The earth would take this place apart, make it look like it had never existed. Probably not in his life time (assuming he even managed to live for the next few weeks) but eventually it would. The rest of the Arkers had already constructed a electrified fence and had patrols constantly moving around the perimeter but Murphy found no comfort in it. The Grounders would find their way in. They had managed to do it back at the delinquent camp, so what was stopping them this time? Murphy gave Bellamy an incredulous look, raising an eyebrow slightly. "You saying that you've never murdered someone? Something tells me you're not as innocent as you make yourself out to be." He scoffed at the words 'second chance'. "Sure, a second chance. A second chance where if I make the tiniest mistake, you'd lynch me again? Or turn me back over to the Grounders? No thanks." It was true that by him coming back to camp, he had brought that deadly virus with him, but he had helped where he could. Yes, he had murdered Myles and Conner, but they would have turned on him as soon as they had gotten better. He knew they would. Their kind never changed, and it was a risk he couldn't afford to take. No matter what, he wasn't going back to that Grounder camp, and if it meant killing people to prevent it, then he would. "I did what I had to do," he said simply, keeping his features composed as he threw a glance towards Bellamy. " There was no way in hell I was going back to that Grounder camp and that's what would have happened unless I took them out first. Not that you'd understand. You have all of your friends looking out for you. They'd never let the Grounders have you. And if the Grounders did get you, they'd come after you." Unlike him. No, no one had come looking for him and no one had cared. All they had seen was their own revenge, a way of getting back at him for everything they blamed him for. The sounds of screaming echoed throughout the room and Murphy glanced towards the sound. Truthfully, it tore into him like the Grounder's knife, digging deep into his flesh and causing his stomach to twist. Outwardly, he managed to keep a calm, collected appearance, not about to let Bellamy get satisfaction from seeing him squirm. Those screams brought back too many memories, nightmarish events that he tried to block from his mind. The white-hot, searing pain as they beat and burnt him, tearing off his fingernails, driving knives into his flesh when he refused to give them what they wanted. The nights where he had just lay there curled in a ball, trying not to cry from how badly he hurt and the hopelessness that had filled the entirety of his body when he realized that no one was going to come save him and that he might die there, alone. Instead, he became extremely focused on the post in which he was tied to, running his fingers over a deep cut in the surface where something had been torn forcibly from it. Probably had happened when they crashed this part of the Ark. "Sounds just like me back at the Grounder camp," he said flatly, trying to prevent any emotion from slipping into his voice despite how he felt at the moment. "You know, I did everything I could not to scream, not to give them the pleasure of seeing me react to what they were doing but eventually..." His voice trailed off, the next words much quieter. " Eventually I broke." He didn't know why he was telling Bellamy this. Not like he'd care. But there was a part of Murphy that needed to get it out, to unload, even if it was to someone who would probably turn him over to the Grounders if it meant saving his friends' lives. Tag: Bellamy Blake
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 1, 2015 15:17:38 GMT
Tag: @murphy damn right. I'M NOT A TRAITOR Murphy agreed that he was loyal to himself, and while it made sense . . . Bellamy believed that it was due to circumstances that Murphy had created. "You did that to yourself," he told him simply. In terms of Bellamy being innocent . . . no, Murphy was quite right about that. He was far from innocent indeed, and it wasn't something that the older Blake sibling was going to falsely claim. "I'm far from innocent," he told him. "But I wouldn't ruin the only chance I had with people, by killing two others just for revenge." He knew that need for revenge. Hell, he had almost beat Murphy to death after Charlotte threw herself over the cliff.
Had Clarke not stopped him . . . he was fairly certain he would have continued punching the man who he blamed for the girl's death. "You don't know that," he told him regarding turning him back over to the Grounders. "We were willing to give you a chance to regain your place among us. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't happy about it. But that didn't mean I was gonna blame you for anything that went wrong. You just proved anyone who had a doubt about you right." Bellamy had been one of those people. Clarke told him she believed in second chances and Bellamy would be a hypocrite for not agreeing with her. He claimed he did what he had to do. The choice of words almost made Bellamy smirk, though he withheld any sort of emotion from crossing his features. "No. You didn't do what you had to in order to survive. You did what you wanted to. There's a difference." But he had not wanted to survive with them.
He had returned for vengeance. Whether that was Murphy's plan all along was undetermined. But Bellamy would not so soon forget what he had done. "They'd come after me because they know I would do the same for them." Initially, Bellamy didn't exactly care about anyone other than himself and Octavia but that had drastically changed. "Had you stayed with us and proved yourself, who's to say that we wouldn't have done the same for you. But you just assumed. What did you have to lose anyway, Murphy? Thought you were better off on your own? Clearly that's not true judging from the condition you returned to us in. You could have stayed. We protect our own." But he had not been part of them. "And killing two of our people sure as hell doesn't give you a place among us." He supposed on some level, he could understand Murphy's paranoia.
He had been traumatized by whatever the Grounders had done to him, and fear of it perhaps was what prompted his actions. But Bellamy did not consider that justification for them. Bellamy quickly turned his head to the side, hearing the agonizing screams from Raven. It only fueled his anger toward Murphy, knowing that whatever distress and pain Raven was going through . . . was because of John Murphy. Bellamy remained silent as the man spoke of how it had been him at the Grounder camp. Somewhere deep inside his stomach, he felt sympathy for the man. But he wasn't about to display any of them. Right now, his anger for him was trumping all other emotions. "But eventually, you broke, and you told them everything," he stated bluntly, perhaps a but accusingly as he looked away from the man in front of him.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2015 16:16:15 GMT
It was obvious that he could sit there and tell the other all day until he was blue in the face that he had his reasons for what he did, and it wouldn’t change a thing. So Murphy didn’t respond when the other asked questions, clearly attempting to provoke him. His features remained unchanged as he sat there, leaning against the metal post. Bellamy could say what he wanted about a so-called second chance and that if he had proved himself, things would have been different. Bullshit on that. It was just nice words trying to cover up lies, like it always was. He would have been screwed over. Maybe not right away, but eventually it would’ve happened. He just beat them to the punch. No, he had been burned one too many times to fall for that trick again. At Bellamy’s accusations, Murphy finally looked over at him with an unamused expression. “ And you wouldn’t have because you’re better than me,” he scoffed with a slight roll of his eyes as he tilted his head back to glance up at the ceiling. Murphy was quiet for a few moments, listening to the quieting screams of Raven. It looked as though whatever the doc had done, she had done it fast enough that either Raven had passed out or she was dead. Although he’d never admit it, he hoped it was the first. It wasn’t like he wanted her to die. She could have ratted him out, told them who had actually shot her (even if it hadn’t necessarily been her he had been shooting at), but she hadn’t, and that was more than most had done for him over the past weeks. Finally, Murphy spoke again. His voice was flat but only because he refused to show emotion of any sort, lest it be seen as a vulnerability and something Bellamy could use against him in the future. He had too much experience with being used and manipulated. To hell with that. “Yeah, I did tell them everything.” He paused, keeping his head tilted back but shifting his eyes over towards Bellamy. “ After they tortured me at their prison camp for three days but go ahead, just keep believing that you’d never do anything like that. Even if you are in here, just like me.” He said the last three words slowly and deliberately, his gaze meeting Bellamy’s as he did so. He didn’t say it to garner sympathy. Like hell he’d ever want that from someone like Bellamy. No, he was just simply stating the facts. They really weren’t that much different when it came down to it, but of course Bellamy would never admit that. Murphy wouldn’t either, honestly. As if he’d want to be compared to someone who seemed so self-righteous. No thanks. Murphy turned his head away from Bellamy, forcing himself not to wince as he felt one of the cuts on his back re-open. He’d deal with that later once he got out of here. For now he just needed to try hold back from wanting to strangle Bellamy again. The only reason he didn’t was that his hands were tied, otherwise it would have been fair game. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do once they freed them (IF they freed them of course). Would he stick around? Where else could he go, honestly? He wasn’t about to leave the safety of the camp, not with the Grounders out there wanting his blood. Murphy refused to be used as bait or as a weapon. Honestly, he was just sick and tired of it all, of always being used for whatever anyone needed. After a few moments, he spoke again, his gaze fixated on the locked door. “You know it’s not going to be the same once we’re out of here, right? We’re just criminals to them. Kids who don’t know any better.” He glanced over at Bellamy. “You think they’re really going to let you keep pretending like you’re in charge?” Murphy looked away once more. “Stop kidding yourself.” Bellamy Blake
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 9, 2015 17:28:16 GMT
Tag: @murphy damn right. I'M NOT A TRAITOR "And you wouldn't have because you're better than me." "Damn right." The words came almost immediately after Murphy's statement. "I'm not a traitor." His voice was strong, yet with an ever so slight tremble, unsure if it was anger towards Murphy or a build up of all other emotions he was experiencing at the moment. Whatever it was, prevented him from looking at the younger male. But Bellamy could not resist the next words. A reminder to Murphy that he had broke. That the Grounders had found out everything they could to give them the advantage over the Arkers . . . because of him.
"I didn't tell them where they could find us." He turned his head to look at the restrained male, massively unimpressed with his decision to break at the hands of the Grounders. Did Bellamy truly think he was better than Murphy? Not exactly. Hell, he probably had more blood on his hands than Murphy did. But when it came to loyalty . . . then yes. Bellamy was not a traitor. He would not betray his people, despite the rough start. He would sooner die than betray them, which clearly wasn't Murphy's own mindset. That was where they differed. Bellamy's gaze averted from him once again when Murphy pointed accepted responsibility, and spoke of how they had tortured him for three days. Deep down, there was an understanding of his need to break . . . even if he couldn't accept it. He had seen the state in which Murphy returned. His fingernails had been torn, his face bloodied and bruised. Yes. He had been tortured. But was it enough sympathy to earn forgiveness? No. Because Murphy had gone on to murder two of their people. That, was what Bellamy truly held against him. As well as Charlotte's death. It was the end of that sentence that really got to Bellamy. "Even if you are in here, just like me." Just like him. It was undeniable. He and Murphy had been lumped in the same category; punished in similar ways.
And for what? Bellamy had lunged at Murphy, and he'd been imprisoned like a criminal. Murphy murdered two of their people, and shot Raven . . . and here they were, together. It made Bellamy's blood boil, to be treated like a criminal in the same way Murphy was. Especially when their people were still missing. Bellamy clenched his jaw, Murphy's provoking words having even more of an effect as he continued on to say what would happen when they got out. That they wouldn't allow him to remain in charge. Kane's words rung in Bellamy's ears: you are not in charge here. What did they know. They had sent them here to die and joined them, acting as if they knew everything there was to know. Their people stood no chance if it was left up to the Arkers that had later joined them.
"Speak for yourself," Bellamy responded in a low voice regarding his remark about kids who didn't know any better. Bellamy had been attempting to prove to Kane that they did know better; that they knew the Grounders. And yet, he hated to admit that Murphy was right. The others did not see them as valuable in the way they should. If they truly did, then Bellamy wouldn't be locked up right now. He would be with the search party, attempting to find those who were missing. "I don't have to pretend to be anything," he said in a strong voice, making eye contact with Murphy once more.
"Because unlike you, I'm not thinking about myself right now. I'm thinking about my people, who are still missing." He refused to say 'their' people because well, Murphy was not one of them. He'd lost that position when he did what he had. "You on the other hand, are better off locked up. You've already done enough damage." Murdering, shooting . . . if Bellamy had any say, Murphy would be thrown back out there for the Grounders to deal with. And yet, he knew that was just his anger surfacing. Deep down . . . he couldn't help but think that Murphy could be useful. "You shouldn't have come back. You should have stayed away like the coward you are." But he hadn't. He was like a damn leech. He had been there when Raven was found and now . . . they had to deal with him.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2015 5:34:15 GMT
TraitorThe word burned him to the core and it took all Murphy's willpower not to react. Instead he kept his features schooled and emotionless, continuing to look at Bellamy with an unamused expression. It obviously didn't matter to Bellamy that it had taken three days of torture for Murphy to finally reveal the camp's location and even then Murphy hadn't known he had been carrying that virus until everyone had started to get sick. But what did he do, he went and tried to help people. Sure, he had killed a few too but the bastards had deserved it for stringing him up without a second thought. Even though that had been weeks ago (he had lost track by this point), there were still marks along his throat that would never fully heal. Sometimes, in his nightmares, he still felt the tug of that cable as it dug into his flesh, and the feeling of it tightening around him, cutting off his air supply after Bellamy had kicked the crate out from beneath him. Murphy had had his revenge but that didn't mean he was done with them yet should they try anything against him again. No, he was on his guard now and wasn't ever going to let that drop.
When Bellamy retorted in response to Murphy's statement, he met the other's gaze firmly. "And how do you know what I'm thinking? You suddenly become a mind reader?" He rolled his eyes slightly and leaned his head back against the post. Murphy tried to be nonchalant about it all, refusing to let Bellamy get to him, but the words stung. "You're one to talk," he said coolly, giving Bellamy a pointed look out of the corner of his eye. "You're not so innocent yourself, or did you forget who actually gave that bitch the knife in the first place? Oh that's right, you." Murphy shifted slightly, attempting to get more comfortable but there really wasn't a great way to sit without the ties digging into his wrists. "Me, a coward. That's funny," he scoffed. "You saying you wouldn't have told them anything, even after they tortured you to the point where you were begging to be killed just so you didn't have to feel anymore?"
Murphy shook his head, letting out a low chuckle, despite how much pain the movement caused him. Still, he refused to show that pain. He had suffered far worse and still lived. "You act all high and mighty, but you're no better than me. You're more willing to let someone die than admit you were ever wrong. I faced my demons. You should face yours, lest they strangle you in your sleep," he said, giving Bellamy a half-lidded look that was almost an open invitation, but it wasn't as though either of them could do anything at the moment. As if he had come crawling back to them by choice. No, he had just been looking to escape the Grounders and go anywhere but that prison camp. Murphy would never admit it but yeah, he had been terrified being out there on his own, with little to no defenses of his own, and the Grounders out for blood. He didn't want to die, who did? "Where else was I supposed to go, hm? Back to the prison camp? To be tortured for some bastard Grounder amusement? No thanks. I'd rather take my chance with you lot, not that it's really much better."
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 19, 2015 18:51:33 GMT
Tag: @murphy damn right. I'M NOT A TRAITOR A mind reader. Not at all. "No," he answered bluntly. "But I know you don't think of anyone else but yourself. You never have." If he did, he would have seen it. His and Murphy's relationship had started to dwindle even before Charlotte. The way he treated others, always seeming to want to punish them . . . urging him to deal with Atom after Bellamy had taught him a lesson, pissing on others who were working, starting fights . . . no. Bellamy was no mind reader, but he knew that Murphy hadn't shown care towards anyone with some sort of ulterior motive.
Perhaps the older man had wanted to believe that he could. He had seen how he'd helped when the others were sick, but it was part of his twisted game to regain their trust . . . only to murder the people who he wanted revenge on. "Oh I'm far from innocent," he responded, something that they could actually agree on. He clenched his jaw when Murphy brought up Charlotte. Leave it to him to call the young kid a bitch. "Don't talk about her." He had no right to. She was dead, because of him. And Bellamy wasn't about to sit here and listen to Murphy speak about her. She may not have been innocent either, but none of them were. She was so young, an orphan. Bellamy cared about her and just like that, she had died. "I wouldn't have. I'd sooner die than betray my people. Goes back to my point: you don't care about anyone but yourself." Loyalty was everything, and Bellamy if nothing else, was loyal to his people.
It was what made him want to get the hell out of here so that he could find them. So that he could bring them home. Instead, he was stuck here with John Murphy, and hearing the bastard chuckle made Bellamy want to bash his face in. He suppressed an eye roll at the reaction, restraining his annoyance and rage toward the man from being revealed in any vocal response. He had already unleashed it upon seeing him and that was what got him imprisoned here in the first place. "Don't act like you know me," he spat back. "You don't know the first thing about my demons. You didn't face yours. You did want you wanted to condemn another for. You killed two people for vengeance, and now claim that you faced your demons? You're a damn hypocrite." Murphy had been so set on hanging Charlotte for 'justice' . . . but just as Charlotte had killed Wells to face her demons, Murphy had killed to others to face some of his own.
It just made it all the more obvious to Bellamy. That trying to hang Charlotte wasn't about Murphy's skewed sense of justice . . . it was about revenge, for what they had done to him. "Murder is not how you face your demons." That was what it came down to. Slay your demons, that was what his mother had always told him. But it wasn't literal. It was about finding the strength within yourself . . . facing it, mentally. Only then, could you stop being afraid. Murphy then asked what Bellamy believed to be a rhetorical question, inquiring as to where else he was supposed to go. "And you say you're not a coward," the older Blake sibling grumbled.
"You want our protection, but you don't do a damn thing to deserve it. Instead, you abuse it." He then looked directly at Murphy, this confrontation being far more extensive than he had ever thought his interactions with John would be. "You aren't better off here. You had your chance, and you blew it. So until you do something other than be a pain in everyones ass, then don't expect us to welcome you with open arms." They had given him a second chance . . . and he manipulated them, so that he could get close to two people he wanted dead. And he achieved his goal. And now . . . there could very well be a third victim in Raven.
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