Chapter 46

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Liam

Liam awakes the next morning to find Callie silently scurrying around his tent, rummaging through extra blankets they had thrown aside during their night and sorting their clothes that's messily scattered on one side. Callie's blonde hair is now in a disheveled mess of a bun she put together when she woke up.

Callie was exactly what Liam needed. He felt bad for using her as a distraction, but his mind no longer wondered, and he was okay with it—for now. Callie seemed cool and understanding the previous night, stating herself that she was practically a distraction for Liam's wondering thoughts.

"What's the rush?" Liam asked, watching Callie slip her arms through her shirt in a non-creepy way.

She slips the mossy green fabric on, "Something's wrong," she didn't seem shocked that Liam was awake now, but the anxiousness in her tone had Liam furrowing his dark brows in concern.

He sits up, the blanket sliding to his hips and exposing his bare chest, "What do you mean? Are you okay?"

"It's not me," Callie looks down at him from across the tent as she sticks her arms through the sleeves of her jacket to turn them right side out, "it's something outside. The kids are acting weird."

The term 'kids' seemed just as fit to use as the term 'delinquents' since Callie turned 18 a week ago; or so she told Liam last night. The only one who's older than her is Bellamy.

"I can't explain it," Callie continued.

Silently, Liam stands up and stride to his pile of clothes she sorted for him. "Do you think it's something with the Grounders?" he slides each of his legs in his pants and pulls them up, the zipper making a broken zip noise when he zips them.

Moving to the top and only button on his pants, Liam glances at Callie's worrisome face then finally buttons his pants up.

She shakes her head, "I don't think so. They're not frightened," she tosses him his blue ripped shirt.

Not frightened? That didn't make any sense to him . . . Liam easily catches his shirt with a scrunched face, "What do you mean 'not frightened'?"

"If it's the Grounders, we would have known by now," she replied, her blue eyes boring into Liam's brown ones anxiously—anxious to see what's going on.

"Right. Right . . . right . . ." he muttered repeatedly, and nods while slipping his shirt over his head in a hurry. Is already messy head of hair was everywhere, only now it's worse, but he nor Callie paid any mind to it.

His hair has grown pass his ears, almost completely covering them. Liam never knew he had natural waves until the ground. His father was always so anal when it came to looking presentable. Since his father was well respected in the Guard, it was expected of Liam to be the best he could be; in looks, school, attitude.

He raises his arms and guides the rest of his shirt down his torso, "Alright, let's go."

Callie nods and follows Liam out of the tent. He scans camp as he navigates his way through the tents, throwing quick glances over to Callie the closer they get to the source of the commotion she had heard. Exiting the tent area, Liam's eyes widen; the entire camp population is surrounding the dropship, its large ramp/door closed with Bellamy being the closes one to it.

"I told you it wasn't Grounders," Callie muttered from my side.

"It might be worse than Grounders, though," he muttered back.

Callie remains quiet. Liam starts forward, dancing his way through the massive gathering of delinquents. His hand is suddenly grabbed, and Callie's fingers are threading through his. He glance at her over his shoulder and gives her hand a reassuring squeeze, then continues to silently push through.

As the duo get closer to the edge of the crowd, Liam catches glimpses of Bellamy's figure pacing back-and-forth. He picks up the pace, dragging Callie behind him who easily kept up.

Breaking through the crowd, Liam can finally see Bellamy clearly. He continues to pace, each one more frustrated than the last. His rifle hangs off his right shoulder with a hand resting on it to keep it from swinging around, and a radio occupies his other hand.

Liam's breath is suddenly sucked in. He shakes his head and this time, Callie gives his hand a reassuring squeeze. She had an idea what has him behaving this way, but she didn't wanna point fingers and assume, in case she was wrong.

Liam ignores the quick pumping of his heart and pushes any and all thoughts aside.

"Hey," he called.

Dawson cuts his attempted calming speech to Bellamy, his face equally as stressed as Bellamy's. His own rifle is hung lazily off his shoulder while his arms fold over his chest.

"What's going on?" Liam asked, coming up next to Dawson.

Callie stops on Liam's other side, their hands still intertwined. "Murphy, that's what," Dawson responded, his voice laced with anger and frustration.

Callie eyes Bellamy, trying to get a read on Bellamy's body language and facial expression, "What did he do?" she asked.

Dawson glances her way, immediately recognizing her as the girl Liam took to his tent the night before. His face remains neutral —aside from the frustration and anger— and looks down at their hands, them meets Callie's blues eyes.

"He has Jasper," he responded, and uncrosses his arms.

Dawson goes up to Bellamy, and the two converse in a debate on how to get Jasper back and away from Murphy safely.

Callie's face scrunches up, "What's wrong with him?"

Liam sighed, watching the two boys go back-and-forth, "I don't know."

Addison

Addison bangs her head against the wall of the dropship with a thud. Her shoulders ache and beg to be relieved by untying her hands, but she knows that's too wishful thinking. Her cheek throbbed from where Murphy marked it hours ago. A nice bruise formed under the small trail of blood that's dried and stuck to her skin.

After Murphy's remark about Octavia, the two fell silent. All night, the dropship remained silent, the only sound coming from Jasper's scared breaths when Murphy would look his way or move around.

Addison remained wide awake. She wasn't afraid of what Murphy would do to her, she was afraid of what he'd do to Jasper. Monty, Clarke and Finn were already missing and probably dead. She won't let another one of her friends die.

Addison shifts her eyes away from the lever that opens and closes the door and looks at Murphy, "Getting bored of our company yet?" the teasing in her voice was clear, but she was more bored than anything.

"Go float yourself, Anderson," he spat.

"Been there done that," she chuckled sarcastically, "remember? You were there." Maybe she was crazy to taunt Murphy like she is, but every second she gets under his skin he pays less attention to Jasper.

Murphy clenches his jaw, "Yeah, well, the guys who did that are dead."

"Bellamy isn't," Addison said. "He's the one who damn near sealed my fate that day," she referred to the day she and Murphy got strung up and hanged. "Yours too, even though he's not the one who kicked your platform out from under your feet."

In a flash, Murphy is on his feet, aiming the rifle square with Addison's forehead. "One bullet, Anderson . . ." his voice shook, "one bullet and you're done. No more lives for you."

Addison clenches her jaw, no longer afraid of the barrel of the gun that's hardly left her since last night. She closes her eyes and sighs, resting her head back on the dropship wall.

"Hey, I'm talking to you," he marched over to her and kicks one of Addison's legs.

She snaps her eyes open, a calmness she maintained only fuelling Murphy's anger even more.

Afraid her mouth will dig herself in a deeper hole, she keeps her mouth shut.

Murphy smirks to himself, his sparks of anger slowly disappearing from her recent remark. He backs up to where he'd been sitting for most of the night, the barrel of the rifle still trained on Addison.

His eyes then twinkle. Slowly, he moves the barrel to Jasper. Jasper starts breathing heavily and shaking his head, his pleas muffling in the gag.

Addison sits up, "Murphy . . ." she drawled ever so slowly, watching the way his dark eyes twinkle with that devilish glint that makes her stomach churn.

Murphy's eyes wander the length of Jasper's figure shrunken against the dropship wall. that stupid smirk that means he's up to no good twitching.

"Whatever you're planning on doing, don't. It won't end well for you," Addison said to him, trying to get through that think skull of his, but he's a lot like Octavia in that aspect. She's not saying they're the exact same, because they're definitely not, only in the way that when they have their mind set on something, you couldn't convince them otherwise.

"You sound like Clarke and Bellamy," Murphy replied, his voice sounding bored compared what Addison's seeing.

She shakes her head, hoping some sort of little movement will get his attention away from Jasper. "I'm not like them."

"No, you're not," the way he said it almost sounded relieving. Murphy looks at her, lowering his rifle, "Between you, me and Goggles . . ." he gestures between her and Jasper, "I can actually tolerate you sometimes."

She's not buying his bull. Knowing that she now has his full attention and gun lowered, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Lucky me."

Taking a quick glance at Jasper, her expression softens. He's tired and worn, his sweet brown eyes still glossy and full of terror when he bounces them to Addison in anguish.

"You're gonna be okay, Jasper," Addison soothed quietly. If Murphy wouldn't have tied her hand behind her back, she'd reach over and give his hands a gentle squeeze. "You'll get out of this . . . I promise." Murphy scoffs.

Addison snaps her eyes to him. She wasn't an idiot. Someone is bound to set him off, and when he does go off, she hopes it to be her at the end of the barrel. No one else needed to die. She couldn't handle if it Liam —her brother—. Octavia, the girl she'll happily admit to herself that she loves. Bellamy, the hard-headed ass that does what's right for his people—the 100, including herself. Dawson, the boy that's become a rather close friend she never imagined having, and Raven.

Raven isn't Addison's typical friendship. She feels more drawn and at ease around her. She doesn't know how to explain it, but it isn't like when she's around Octavia. Octavia's romantically, and Raven? Addison doesn't have a word to describe her, besides cocky.

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Just a filler but there's definitely gonna be a lot of stuff happening in the next few chapters. Be prepared guys!