John Murphy [The 100] (awarinyourhead) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2020-07-24 00:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | john murphy, julian randol, raven reyes |
Who: Raven Reyes and John Murphy, possibly others
What: Shared dreaming
Where: Their place
When: Thursday night/Friday morning
Warnings: Blood, discussions of violence and torture
Status: Closed
Not dreaming was a blessing and a curse for John. A blessing because his last dream had been so horribly violent that he really didn't want to go through that again. A curse because he didn't really know what happened to his dream self. It was like watching a TV series, and having to wait for the next episode to find out what happened.
He didn't like that feeling at all. He wanted to know what happened to his dream self. The kid had been through some kind of hell, and he was a survivor. John knew that much. But he didn't know, for sure,what happened. Part of him thought maybe he was dead. Another part of him knew that he wasn't, because his story didn't feel finished.
He was about to find out his dream self's fate. It wasn't a pretty one. After his banishment, he'd been on his own for a short time. The crude weapon he had, that had been tossed to the ground at his feet as some kind of parting gift, was hardly worth the metal used to make it. Oh, it was pointy, but not terribly practical. In the end, it hadn't done a damn thing to protect him, he'd been captured by the people they called Grounders.
For three days he was held prisoner, kept in a cage, fed scraps, given precious little water. Tortured, to the point of begging for mercy, telling them what he knew, and making shit up to appease the woman torturing him when his truth didn't satisfy her. She was vicious, and her torture brought him to the brink of death, to the point he really thought he was done for.
She shoved him back in the cage and shut the door. He cowered to the back corner, wishing she would just finish him off. But she left, and after she was gone, he realised the lock hadn't latched, and he could escape. He didn't hesitate to run, even though he was starving and weak from dehydration. He ran into the woods, no idea where he was going, he just kept going until he collapsed.
The next thing he knew, Octavia was peering down at him, and he was cowering away, terrified. Connor was with her, and they took him back to the drop ship where he was of course tied up and threatened within an inch of his life yet again. This time it was Bellamy, threatening to kill him, and Finn was the one to stop him, because he might have information they could use against the grounders.
And then he was sick, and Clarke was calling it a hemorrhagic fever. Biological warfare. The grounder that had been torturing him hadn't just been careless, she'd left the cage unlocked intentionally. She'd sent him back to the drop ship to infect the others. And it was working since the other kids were getting sick, and Derrick died right there on the floor of the drop ship.
He felt the ripple of nausea coming over him in a relentless wave. and there was no chance he could stop it fro happening. Blood and bile erupted from his mouth, and he was wide awake and scrambling out of the bed he shared with Raven, a streak of red trailing along where he went.