52

                                    

                                          
Clarke had left the drop ship a few minutes ago, leaving Murphy and myself alone to talk. The boy had been quiet, which hadn't surprised me. But what did surprise me was how much he started to talk once Clarke had left. 
                          
"I'm so sorry, I never wanted this to happen. I should have listened to you." I sat down beside him, getting off my box. 
                          
"Of course, cause I'm always right." I laughed and looked out at the drop ship door. "Murphy, you didn't know how it was going to turn out. You just let your emotions get the best of you. I would know." I sighed, leaning my head back. 
                          
"What do you mean?" 
                          
"Let me tell you a story. Just like old times, eh? Only not through a vent." Murphy chuckled slightly and leaned towards me. His head landing on my shoulder as I tapped it for him to. 
                          
"This story begins with an orphan and resumes with an orphan. The beginning in space the resume on earth." Murphy hummed as I continued. I told him about the black room, the dark grey room, and the light grey of solitary. I told him off the red blood that dripped from my back or the warm liquid that fell from my victims throats. I told him about my scars, my story. 
                          
I told him everything, and he didn't shy from me. If anything he was more relaxed. 
                          
"I'm sorry about your dad." I smiled, nodding. 
                          
"Me too, Murph. Me too." 
                          
"Clarke! Where's Clarke!" I looked towards the entrance of the drop ship as Connor's yell reached my ears. Neither of us moved as we stared skeptically at the opening to the drop ship. That was until Murphy started to vomit. 
                          
"Shit!" I looked around for a bucket, finding one and running back over so he could vomit his blood inside instead of in the floor. I may not have been a doctor, but bloody vomit, not a good sign. 
                          
"You okay, Murphy?" His response was hurling into the bucket as Clarke strode into the ship. 
                          
"Persphyni, get away from him now." 
                          
"What? Why?" I slowly stood from my squat behind the sick boy. 
                          
"It's a virus, spreads through contact." Oh. I looked at Clarke's bloody eyes then back at Murphy who was wiping the vomit from his lips. 
                          
"Why haven't I gotten it yet?" 
                          
"I'm not sure, Murphy. Look at me. I need you to tell me exactly how you escaped from the grounders." Clarke dropped to her knees in front of Murphy as he vomited once again. 
                          
"I woke up, and they forgot to lock my cage. There was no one there so I took off." 
                          
"Shit," Murphy looked up at me as I ran a hand down my French braid starting from my forehead, "they let him go." I finished Clarke agreeing with my words. 
                          
"Bellamy, stay back." I followed Clarke's gaze to see Bellamy, hands hot around his gun. 
                          
"Did he do something to you?" His gaze flicked from Clarke to me. 
                          
"No, the grounders did." I spoke gesturing in the two sick peoples direction. 
                          
"What the hell is this?" Bellamy asked stepping forward. 
                          
"Biological warfare." I concluded as Clarke nodded, looking back to Bellamy. 
                          
"You were waiting for the grounders to retaliate for the bridge? This is it. Murphy's the weapon." I looked at Clarke, she was right. 
                          
"So what are we going to do about it?" I shot Bellamy a pointed look that said, "besides kill him." Of course it's Bellamy so he automatically tried to suggest it.