Love to Hate [1]

Songs: Heathens // Twenty One Pilots

Nessa's POV

I paused when I got to the tarp covering the drop ship door. Leaning closer, I could hear noises coming from inside. Like scuffling and banging. Confused, I walked in just as Murphy pulled a plastic bag off of Miles' head. I saw Miles' wide, staring eyes. He was dead. I gasped involuntarily, my hands flying to cover my mouth, but it was too late. Murphy whipped his head around and saw me standing there. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. I held my breath, my whole body tensed, waiting to see what he would do. I saw his eyes flicker to the gun on the table, and in that instant we both lunged for it. But he was closer, and stronger. He grabbed the gun and shoved me to the ground, pointing the gun at my face. 

"Not so fast, sweetheart," he growled at me. I sat there, paralyzed with fear, waiting for him to pull the trigger. I knew what Murphy was capable of and there was no doubt in my mind he would shoot me here and now if I made a wrong move. Out of the corner of my eye I saw one of Raven's makeshift mobile radios lying on the ground behind me, half covered by a tarp. If I could only get close enough to press the record button without Murphy seeing...

"Hey, Murphy, calm down," I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking. I slowly edged over a few inches, one hand raised towards Murphy, the other one on the floor, feeling for the radio. "It's ok, you can just put the gun down." I felt my hand brush over the radio behind me. I slowly pushed the "talk" button down, hoping someone - anyone - was listening.

Murphy snorted. "Yeah, right, so you can run off to Bellamy and tell on me like a good little girl. I know what will happen to me if you tell him."

"Tell me what?" Bellamy's voice came from behind me. Fuck. Murphy paused, looking confused. Then he noticed my hand behind my back, holding the radio. 

"Give me the radio, Nessa," he uttered through grit teeth, pointing the gun directly at my face. I hesitated, one hand still clutching the radio. A few seconds passed. Quickly, I brought the radio to my mouth. 

"Murphy's got a gun, help, he killed-" Murphy snarled and smashed the butt of his gun into my face. My head snapped back and I dropped the radio. Through a haze of pain I watched Murphy pick up the radio. Bellamy's voice was still coming out of it, sounding more and more panicked. Quickly Murphy strode over to the drop ship door and pressed a button. The metal door slowly started to close, trapping me in with Murphy.

"Murphy open the damn door!" I heard Bellamy yelling outside.

"You try to be a hero and she dies!" Murphy yelled back. Still dazed, I brought a hand to my throbbing nose. It came away bloody.

"Son of a bitch," I muttered to myself. With a flash of rage, I launched myself at Murphy. But he was faster than me and expecting the attack. He shoved me back to the ground and put a heavy boot on my chest, preventing me from getting back up. He held the gun inches from my face. 

"You're boyfriend isn't here to protect you, sweetheart. Looks like you and I are going to spend some quality time together." He smiled sickeningly. 

Bellamy's POV

If someone asked me to describe how I felt when I saw that drop ship door close, with an armed Murphy and defenseless Nessa inside, I wouldn't be able to. I felt white-hot rage towards Murphy, for betraying my trust yet again and taking advantage of my leniency. But cold fear also spread through my veins at what he was going to do to her. And I had never felt so utterly helpless. The only time I had felt anything like this was when they caught Octavia on the Ark. Only this time I had to do something. Murphy was going to kill Nessa if I didn't. She wasn't even the one he wanted. I knew he only wanted me. If only I could switch places with her, she'd be safe.