Can We Be Mountain Men? - Book 2 (The 100 Season 2)

Many Happy Returns

"Anya, we've been walking hours. Where are we going?"

"Quiet."

"Why not just kill us and get it over with?" Clarke continued.

"Please stop giving her suggestions."

"You can tell the commander what the Mountain Men are doing to us in there."

"So let's work together," Clarke said as she stopped walking, causing Anya to stop and face them. "We don't have to be enemies."

"We can work together and save everyone. Your people and ours."

"And unite as someone as weak as you? I have what I need."

"Hey, we all want the same thing."

"Get down!" Anya yelled, pulling them to the ground as a dart lodged itself into the tree in front of them as they heard soldiers and saw the beams from their guns.

"They found us," Clarke let out.

"Run!" Anya started pulling them, Alia grabbing the dart on their way. They followed Anya as they finally outran the Mountain Men. "Down," she ordered as they reached a small stream. "No. Not to drink," she stopped Clarke.

"Then why stop? We should be running."

She picked up some mud and slapped it on Clarke's face. "You reek. Cover yourself in it." They all did as she said, taking the mud and placing it all over their bodies before they started moving again, making it to the top of a hill where they spied the soldiers following their path.

"How are they still following us?"

"Because of you. Time to end this," Anya picked up a rock.

"Anya, we're stepping where you step, we're covered in mud, we're not leaving a trail," Clarke protested, putting her arms up.

"They're following something."

"They're not following us. They're tracking us," Clarke realized. "Search yourself. If I'm right, it should feel like a small bump just under your skin." They all started searching themselves before Anya pulled down her sleeve to show the raise on her arm. "It's you."

"That's why they weren't worried about her when she jumped into the water," Alia realized. "They could find her, but they couldn't find us."

"Okay, I can remove it, but you need to untie my hands," Clarke told her. "I just need something sharp and sterile." Anya groaned as she bit down into her skin, ripping it out and spitting it on the ground, Clarke and Alia watching with wide eyes.

"I will not go back there." They started moving again.

"Anya," Clarke spoke up after a few hours, "you're still bleeding. At least let me bandage it before it gets infected. She sighed, going to remove Clarke's ties before Alia stuck the dart in Anya's neck.

"I'm sorry," she let out as Anya fell to the ground.

"We can find our way home from here," Clarke said as they untied each others' hands and tied up Anya. "Looks like you're our prisoner now. Let's go." Clarke and Alia each took a side, carrying Anya's unconscious body back to the dropship. "You're limping," she realized, looking at Alia's leg. "And you're bleeding again."

"I think I ripped my stitches open in the river on a rock or something. I'm fine. We'll fix it when we get back to camp." Clarke sighed, but nodded as they soon reached camp. It was empty and everything was burnt, but on the side of the dropship was a blurred message. They set Anya down, going closer to decipher the message, most of it gone, but one word was clear. Clarke. "Someone's looking for us," Alia whispered, a smile on their faces before they heard footsteps behind them.

"Anya, wait," Clarke tried, but she lunged at them, punching each of them. Alia yelled in pain as she hit her knee as Clarke grabbed a metal pole that was on the ground, trying to fight back.

"Clarke!" Alia yelled as she ended up on the ground again. Alia leant over, throwing dirt into Anya's eyes which gave Clarke enough time to stand up again.

"I don't want to kill you, Anya."

"Then you're the one that's gonna die." Clarke tried to punch her, but Anya caught her arm before punching her to the ground again. Alia managed to get up, but Anya quickly spent her flying back down with a kick. Clarke tried again with a knife she had found, but Anya caught her arm, taking the knife from her, cutting Clarke's arm and then side before head butting her. Alia tried again, but her fate was the same as Clarke's, but with a slash to her shoulder and a punch, landing her back on the ground where she was struggling to get up, her knee becoming worse. Anya charged at Clarke, landing on top of her, holding the knife to her chest. She raised it, about to come down as Clarke dug her finger into Anya's open wound on her arm, causing her to scream and drop the knife. Suddenly, she was knocked off of Clarke as Alia hit her over the head with a skull, Clarke rolling on top and punching her repeatedly until Alia held her back.

"Clarke, that's enough." Clarke grabbed the knife, preparing to stab her. "Clarke, look!" Alia yelled, pointing at the sky where there was a large balloon.

"You fought well," Anya said drowsily from the ground.

"Did you see that?" Clarke asked Alia. "I knew it. He lied. Our people are out there."

"We just have to meet them. Come on." They slowly started making their way to where the balloon once flew, having fallen shortly after. They would have gone faster, but with their combined wounds, it took them twice as long. They reached a clearing after the sun had set, able to see a part of the Ark.

"Look at that."

"They made it," Alia looked at her.

"How many are there?" Anya asked.

"I don't know. A lot, I hope." They turned back around to face her before untying her. "We're letting you go. We're not weak, but we're not like you."

"Thank you for getting us out of there," Alia added.

"Our only chance against Mount Weather is if we fight together. To beat them, we'll need our technology and your knowledge of this world. I know our people will help. The question is, will yours?" They waited for an answer.

"The commander was my second," she finally said. "I can get an audience." Clarke held out her hand, Anya taking it before Alia did the same, Anya starting to walk away before she fell to the ground with a scream.

"Anya!" Clarke yelled as they rushed over, seeing where the bullet had lodged itself in her stomach. A bullet grazed Clarke's shoulder, but she ignored it as they tried to save Anya. "Hey. Hey, hey, hey. No, no, no."

"Come on. It's okay. You're going to be okay."

"Hey, no."

"My fight is over."

"No, Anya," Clarke tried, but she was already gone. As they looked up, they were hit in the face with the barrel of a gun, causing them to lose consciousness.

So not my best chapter, but I promise it gets better. For those of you who know what happens in the show, you know what happens next chapter which I am super excited about! Hope you enjoyed!