Krazy Kane

Grounder Me

Bellamy

I watched as Harper and Miller took Charlotte and Wells' bodies out of the camp to bury with the others. My head dropped and I told everyone to get back to work before resting a hand on my belt and going inside.

"Don't feel bad, it was the right choice," Finn said. I looked up to stare daggers in his eyes. "You know I'm right." "It was for the best," Clarke added. "We need to start planing and get ready for the attack against the Grounders."

I nodded, meeting Octavia's guilty eyes that she had agreed to banish our friend. She was family. "We're not going to fight the Grounders if we're hungry, Finn, let's go." I cleared my throat.

Luisa

I was about half a mile away from camp and it was still daylight but I needed to find a place to his when the sun went down. The hatchet in my hand was getting heavy but it would grow light when I needed to use it. That was right now.

Branches had purposely snapped and I turned to feel the brush of wind pass me. I gaze around to see the moving figures and when they stopped, I counted four. Me against skillful savages? My craziness began to spike and instead of running away from them, I bolted towards the one in front of me.

The Grounder had disappeared and I found one coming towards my right and I pivoted, swinging my weapon to have the blade lodge in their shoulder. From their thick clothing, the hatchet didn't go all the way through. I could see their vicious eyes under their mask and hear their grunts as they tried to pull the blade out. Before they could attack, I took a swing at the head.

I grabbed his spiked bat and wielded it in my ambidextrous arm. From killing one of theirs, another charged at me as the rest circled me. I threw my hatchet a second before them as they ran and I caught the bull's eye.

I swung the bat for blood to spray out on the other side and continued as if I was playing a sport. I grabbed my hatchet from the body and counted the three I killed and waited for the fourth to prove their worth.

"Show yourself!" I yelled. There was a rustling behind me and I turned with weapons ready to attack but I passed when the Grounder had his arms up. He cautiously approached me and removed his mask.

"I'm surprised you were able to save that boy from a lethal spear," he said. "You impaled Jasper," I muttered. Out of rage, I swung the bat and he caught it by the handle and yanked it out from the hand. I still had the hatchet but he proved that he meant no harm when he didn't use the bat for himself.

"What do you want?" I spat, taking a step back. "You're going to need somewhere to hide," he said. "Especially since you killed a few warriors." I looked at the bodies and the blood on my hatchet and nodded, following him to wherever.

We had finished the mile from dropship by nightfall and the Grounder pulled off the grass and leaves to reveal a hole. He climbed down and when was about to, I looked up to see the meteor shower that glimmered in the sky. I looked closely and realized they were rocks entering the atmosphere; they were floating bodies, hundreds of them. If they named me a killer, the council would be hypocrites for pulling a mass killing.

I smirked at the mass killing and dropped into the hole. The place was empty and checked my surroundings of the paintings, weapons, and animal felt. The fire warmed it up and illuminated the darkroom.

"This is my cave," he said. "You'll be safe here." "Who are you?" I asked. "I am everything but what your people call mine," he answered. "They are not my people," I told him. I paused then crossed my arms, "How do you know what they call you if you haven't been watching us?"

"There's a hundred of you and your numbers are decreasing," he said. "And you've been banished." "'And you've been banished'," I mimicked. He rolled his eyes and took off his fur coat.