Told you guys I wouldn't be long in publishing it. It's officially the February half-term so I haven't got to worry about college or work, which means more time to write :D

A massive shout out and thank you to Wxckedly who made a new cover, which is fucking awesome! So, thank you!

TRIGGER WARNING: There are minor scenes in here that border the whole 'torture' thing, it's not a major thing but still, I think I should warn you all,  just in case.

Bold= Swedish, as I'm sure you're all aware.

F O U R T Y | PSYCHO MODE: ACTIVATED

She took a deep breath and groaned lowly, feeling nothing but a hammering pain all along the side of her head.

What happened?

She felt a wet, sticky substance stick all along the side of her eyebrow and went to touch it, but she couldn't move her hands. Her eyes snapped open with panic and she stared around with wide, terrified eyes at the area around her.

She was in a cave of some sort, the damp and musty smell stuck to her nose and the the wall she was tied to dug into her spine from where the rock was hard and jagged. With the little light that illuminated a small part of the cave, she looked down at her hands to see they were bound together with a cold, thin peice of metal wire as were her feet. She tried to move but her head throbbed in protest, making her feel light-headed and her vision went fuzzy. Her senses slowly began to came back to her and she frowned. The last thing she remembered was walking through the forest with the sole purpose on finding her friends and then...

... Nothing. Just darkness.

"Ah, finally. It awakes." A voice sliced through the darkness and she instantly stiffened at the familiarity of it. "For a second there, I thought I hit you round the head a little too hard and killed you. Where would be the fun in that?"

His words sent a shiver down her spine in all the wrong ways and she swallowed the bile crawling up her throat. "Murphy." She grounded out, her voice small and shaky from trepidation. "I should have known you'd do something like this."

"You know, I was wondering how I would be able to get you out of camp without looking suspicious..." Murphy trailed off, finally coming into Carter's view. A sinister smirk pulled at his lips and Carter swallowed. "But then you did that all yourself. One less job for me, am I right? Sometimes, trying to play hero has consequences."

"You're a real piece of work, you know that?" Carter seethed, pulling against her bonds, hoping to loosen it in some way, but the more she pulled, the more it tightened and rubbed against the skin of her wrists. Murphy watched what she was doing and crouched down, so he was level with her. His hands grabbed hers and she immediately froze. He harshly pulled at her wrists, making the wire tighten up even more so it broke the skin and caused Carter to yelp in pain as a sliver of blood trailed down her forearm.

"The only way you're getting out of this is by cutting your own limbs off." Murphy spoke evenly before standing back up. Carter's breathing became uneven and jostled as she watched him stalk away. What the hell has she gotten herself into this time? The boy was deranged, completely screwed in the head. "I learned that little trick off the Grounders when they were torturing me for information."

There was no much bitterness and resentment in his tone, Carter flinched. "Do you expect me to care or something? Because I'd hate to disappoint."

Murphy turned to face her and blinked a few times before he emitted an empty laugh. "Oh believe me, by the time I'm done, you will care... Well that's if you can even think properly." He smirked. "I never understood Finn's nickname for you. Bambi. But now I do, it's because you're weak, too incapable to look out for yourself. Like a baby deer."

She worked her jaw back and forth and clenched her firsts. Not only had he taken her to some cave and tied her up like an animal, but he also tainted and mocked her childhood nickname. "Don't you ever call me that." She spat, venom spilled from every word, dimming her fear for just a moment as she stared at him with dangerous eyes.

"I don't know if you know this, but you're in no position to tell me what to do, Bambi."  Murphy snickered darkly. "I bet your wondering why I've got you in here, aren't you?" He didn't wait for a reply. "It's easy, this isn't only karma for what you said about my father and punching me in the face. This is also to rile up Bellamy. I'm sure when he finds out what I'm going to do to you, he'll put up more of a fight, making things more entertaining for me."

Carter frowned. "What? You're doing this because you have a petty grudge against Bellamy?"

It was at that point Murphy's face darkened and he stalked closer to her. "Petty? Would you call wanting payback to the one who tried to hang you, petty?"

"Yeah." Carter retorted, not missing a beat. Her expression was twisted with fear and anger. "You're being pathetic. You really think this plan of yours is going to work? If you do, you're more fucking deluded than I thought. What do you think Kara would say if she saw how screwed up you really are?" Carter couldn't brace herself for the kick she received to the ribs, the air was forced from her lungs and she gasped loudly, recoiling into herself as she tried to stop him from landing another blow to her torso. The ferocity in the way he hit her was enough to stun her into silence.

"Don't," Murphy spat with utter resentment. "Don't say her name." He quickly recomposed himself and cleared his throat. "I'm going to make Bellamy feel exactly how I did the day he kicked the box out from underneath me. I'm going to make him pay for everything that happened to me. And as for you? I'm going to make you feel everything the Grounders made me feel when I was their little toy."

"It's not my fault you got caught by Grounders, just like it's not Bellamy's fault you were almost hanged." She wheezed, clutching her stomach and glaring up at Murphy through her eyelashes.

"Not his fault?" He breathed incredulously. "Wow, you really are blinded by him aren't you? It is his fault, he didn't have to kick that box."

"They made him! Conner made him do it!" Carter fumed.

"And Conner paid the price for that." Murphy smirked as Carter's eyes widened. "What? Did you think he died from the virus? Oh no, I strangled the life out of him with my bare hands. You would be amazed at the power you feel when someone's life is literally in your hands. It's amazing."

"It's sick." Carter curled her lip up in disgust. "You're sick."

"I'm sick? You should look closer to home," Murphy sneered. "You stuck up for the real killer. You were quite happy to see me get hanged, but the second Charlotte admitted her crime, it was like punishment by death was suddenly completely unacceptable. You also completely dishonor my father's death but the second I say your mom's death was meaningless, you flip shit over. Killing you is more like a bonus for me and well... Bellamy has the hots for you so watching his face fall when I tell him you're dead will be a treat so really, it's a win-win for me. Genius, right?" He chuckled dryly. "But enough about my plans. I've got to head back to camp in a minute and deal with the trash back there before I can come back and skin you alive." Carter grimaced at the determination behind his words. She needed to get out of here, not just for her own sake but for Bellamy's too. "Do you know what else I learned from the Grounders?" Murphy quirked an eyebrow as he stood right by her feet, looming over her slumped figure. "You find the person's weakness and focus all your attention on that until the person passes out from the pain. I wonder what your weakness is, Carter..." He trailed off and before Carter had a moment to process everything he had said, his foot stepped lightly on her one. The one that was still healing. Her breath caught in her throat and she stared with wide eyes at Murphy's foot, silently begging for him not to push down on it. He did. He pressed all of his weight directly onto the weak scar on the roof of her foot and she screamed as a white hot pain curled around her foot as he pushed even harder. She clamped her eyes shut and tightened her jaw, trying to not give him the satisfaction of her pain but it hurt too much and she pulled at her restraints in a frenzy, desperate to stop him, but she only succeeded in cutting her wrists deeper, adding to the agony. He suddenly took his weight off her foot and she whimpered, her breathing ragged from screaming and Murphy smirked. "We are going to have so much fun."

"Go to hell." Carter spat, her voice shaky and broken. She kept her gaze down onto her thighs, her hair hiding her expression from him. Tears burned in her eyes and it was in that moment she realized just how absolutely terrified she was of Murphy. He was a monster.

"We're already there, sweetheart." Murphy snickered, grabbing his jacket and shrugging it on. "You got any words you want me to tell Bellamy? Because by the time I'm back, he's going to be as dead as a door-nail." Carter said nothing, she just kept her lips in a tight line, trying to silent the sobs that wanted to break free. "Nothing? Well, I'll tell him you said 'hi'. Don't have too much fun when I'm gone." With one last chuckle, Murphy left, leaving Carter behind completely helpless.

She groaned in frustration as she pulled harder at the wire, desperately ignoring how the wire cut deeper. She needed to get free, she needed to it for Bellamy if not for herself. He doesn't deserve what Murphy had in store for him. As the pain increased, her struggles lessened and she hung her head, coming to the grim conclusion that Murphy was right. The only way she was going to get out of her restrains was by cutting off her own hands. Carter glanced down at how red and sore her wrists were, trails of blood ran down the skin of her forearm and she winced. Her foot pulsated with surges of pain and she clenched her eyes shut, trying to think of anything to take her mind away from the agony she was in.

A stray tear fell from her eye and landed on her arm, mixing with the crimson and she sighed. Since being on earth it seems all she's done is cry. That was another thing Murphy was right about; she was weak. How did she expect to survive when she couldn't even keep control of her emotions? They clouded her judgment. Like going after Finn and Clarke by herself and weaponless, she didn't even have her freaking knife on her. She was too wrapped up in anger and worry to see how stupid she was for leaving the camp the way she did. She was worried for the well-being of her friends, so much so she completely lost all sense of awareness and allowed her guard down only to be clobbered around the head by the psychopath of the camp. She was angry at Bellamy for lying to her, betraying her trust in more ways than one. It blinded her and she disregarded all common sense. She knew Bellamy had a point about no one leaving the camp, she knew he could have been right about the fact Finn was probably dead, but she was too stupid to see that what she was doing was the most foolish thing she could do.

"Dammit Carter, get a grip of yourself!" She hissed, her stomach clenching from her revelation. She wasn't on the Ark anymore. Earth doesn't tolerate naive little children that run around the forest, taking everything as a joke. She was weak, it was true but she made a vow to herself as she sat on the cold, hard floor of the cave, that if she ever made it out of whatever shit she had managed to get herself into this time, she wasn't going to let her emotions rule the way she behaved. She was going to become more alert. She wasn't going to turn herself into a machine that was rendered incapable of feeling emotions, but she wasn't going to let them rule her better sense of judgment. She was going to make herself a a warrior, not just a survivor.

This was the last time Carter Conners was going to be so damn naive.

***

A sudden noise in the entrance of the cave jolted her awake and she glanced up, swallowing the fear that Murphy was back for more. He had caused her enough pain the last time and apparently, that was just him getting 'warmed up'.

Not only did this mean that she was about to experience some form of twisted torture, but it also meant that he was done with Bellamy. A sharp sting cut at her heartstrings and she clenched her jaw. Now, is not the time to get emotional. Wait until you escape, she instructed herself.

She closed her eyes and forced a dry smile when she heard his footsteps getting closer. "I was beginning to wonder whether you had forgotten me or not." There was still a slight shake of fear in her voice but she hid it well.

"Carter?" A soft voice echoed off the walls and Carter's eyes snapped open. That voice didn't belong to Murphy, that voice belonged to...

"Kara?" Carter called, wiggling lightly against her bonds. "Kara is that you?"

Kara suddenly came into view, her eyebrows knitted with worry. "Oh my god, what has he done to you?"

"You sure know how to pick them." Carter smiled wryly before it faded all together and was replaced with a more inquisitive expression. "How did you find me?"

"This cave was the last place I saw Murphy before he was taken by Grounders," Kara explained, her voice was quiet. "I knew something was wrong when he left camp not long after you did." She paused and hung her head. "I'm sorry I didn't realize sooner."

"It's not your fault." Carter reassured. "I'm just glad you're here instead of him, that means that--" Her eyes widened. "Is Bellamy okay?"

"Bellamy's fine..." Kara trailed off. "But Jasper? Not so much. Murphy has him hostage in the Drop ship." Kara flicked out her knife and began cutting at the metal restraints that were tainted with Carter's blood. "We need to get you out of here now."

"You won't be able to cut through it." Carter sighed, already knowing that cutting at it would be in vain. She pursed her lips as she knew the only way to free herself from the bonds wasn't exactly painless. "You're gonna have to melt it."

"But your wrists..." Kara protested weakly. Carter merely offered a smile, not trusting the strength in her words if she verbally gave her consent. Kara nodded her head hesitantly and headed back the way she came, when she returned she had a small piece of wood with a flickering fire eating away at the top. Carter guessed that the light in the cave was from a fire Murphy must have made. "You might want to look away."

"Just do it." Carter breathed, looking off to the side, the cave wall suddenly seemed like the most interesting thing she had ever seen. An overbearing heat singed at her wrists and she clenched her stomach to stop the scream that threatened to spill. Scrunching her eyes up and clenching her jaw she tried to ride out the pain without causing too much theatrics, but a groan vibrated in her throat as she felt the fire nipping at her wounded wrists. Finally the the wire snapped under the heat and Carter pulled her arms away from the burning flames, cradling them to her chest. She didn't open her eyes, or relax for that matter. "Okay, my legs." She instructed, gesturing down to the wire that tied up her ankles. Luckily, Murphy hadn't wrapped them up as tight as her wrists so when Kara was burning away the restraint, it didn't hurt nearly as much as it did as before. Once the bonding snapped, Carter wasted no time before standing up.

Though, this soon turned out to be a regrettable decision. The abrupt movement caused a painful disturbance all alongside her head from where Murphy had hit her and her injured foot failed to support her weight, sending her to lose her balance and almost crumble back down onto the hard cave floor. Kara quickly caught her before Carter fell and hooked one of the blonde's arms around her neck, helping to support Carter's weight. The engineer's natural stubbornness almost surfaced, not liking the idea of needing support, but she quickly realized they don't have time for Carter to prove she could walk on her own. They needed to get back to camp to help Jasper before it was too late.

"We need to get moving now, before Murphy hurts Jasper," Carter's voice was strained, but it still held determination. She wasn't going to go down so easily. "I'm going to make that son of a bitch pay for what he's done."

***

Once they hit the camp gates, Carter frowned.

There was no noise. Literally, it was dead silence. Within the time that they had been on Earth, there had always been some kind of commotion coming from within the camp walls. After all, the Hundred were rowdy ex-prisoners. But there was nothing. Carter and Kara exchanged wary looks before Kara pushed the gate open and they began to walk in. The former of two limped as her foot had taken pretty bad damage to the still-healing scar, courtesy of Murphy. They noticed how most of the camp were flitted around the Drop ship, looks of apprehension and worry on their faces.

"Oh my god, you're okay!" A relieved voice broke through the silence as Octavia made her way through the sea of people and towards the two girls. She took in how Carter had to lean on Kara for support, the deep, red cuts that travelled around her wrists like barbaric bracelets, and the thick half-dried blood that trailed down the side of her face from the impact Murphy had hit her with. "What happened?"

"Murphy had her tied in a cave." Kara answered for the blonde. "Where's Bellamy?"

Octavia's expression sunk and Carter's breath caught in her throat. "Octavia? Is he okay?"

"He traded himself for Jasper." Octavia swallowed, her eyes travelled back to the closed Drop ship doors. "He's in there with Murphy."

"He's going to kill Bellamy." Carter spoke slowly, her eyes wide. "We need to save him."

"Oh no," Kara shook her head. "You are not doing anything. You can barely stand and your head needs to be checked, you could have concussion." Despite feeling far from happy from what Kara had instructed of her, Carter sighed in defeat. She knew she would be no help in the state she was in, so she reluctantly nodded her head. Kara, seemingly satisfied, turned her attention towards the youngest Blake. "Where's Raven?"

"Round back with Jasper. They're trying to hot-wire the door so we can get in." Octavia answered, taking Carter off of Kara. "You should go with them, I'll look after Carter."

"I'm not a baby." The blonde scowled with dejection. Kara smirked but nodded her head and made her way towards the back of the Drop ship. Octavia lead Carter down to one of the logs so she could sit down. "I really hope they get there in time." Carter murmured, her eyes fixated on the ship, her eyes squinted like she was trying to look past the thick metal walls.

"You really care for my brother, huh?" Octavia smiled as she grabbed a damp cloth and gingerly patted away the blood on Carter's face, apologizing every time the blonde hissed in pain.

"Yeah, I do." Carter held her head down and studied the redness around her wrists. She could still feel the stiffness of the metal gnawing it's way through her skin and she shuddered. "Murphy said that once he killed Bellamy, he was gonna come back and skin me alive. I don't think I have ever been more scared in my life. Not just because he was threatening to kill me in the worst possible way ever, but because he said he was going to kill Bellamy first." She sucked in a deep breath and looked up from her mutilated wrists-- no doubt she will have matching scars. "I swear, the second I see his face again, I'm going to kill him."

Octavia smiled sadly in response and carried on cleaning up Carter's wounds. It was the cuts around her wrists that was the worst. They were all jagged and bloody from where she pulled on her bonds, not to mention there was a few small burn marks that marked the creamy skin. Octavia was surprised when Carter didn't wince in pain, or even moan about how much they hurt. Instead, she wore a brave face, her eyes unmoving from the ship.

She was waiting. Waiting until she could strike.

I understand that this chapter makes me look like I don't like Murphy, but that statement is untrue, I mean, sure, in season one he was a top-class dick, but in season two? I think I love him and he certainly gives me a run for my money in sarcasm.

It's annoying that I have to portray him as some kind of monster in this chapter, but it's not a long term thing. I kind of wanna cry for him ;-;

So, I thanketh thou for reading and I also hope your Valentines day was less crappy than mine (Netflix marathon and Doritos... god, I'm so lonely D:)