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CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER TWELVE
BLOODSUCKER
MOTHERFUCKER
"when i'm away from you
i'm happier than ever"
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     It had all happened so fast.

     One second, she was tracking across the forest floor. The next, she was nowhere to be seen.

     Bellamy and Clarke were clueless as to what had happened. No traces were left behind, whatever must have happened had either been a perfect coincidental accident, or planned by someone who knew what they were doing.

     If the Blake boy and Griffin girl had learnt one thing with their time here one worth, it was that they didn't believe in perfect coincidences. Something, or someone, had happened to Dylan. They didn't know what, how or when. They just knew she was in trouble.

     "We have to find her!" Bellamy had argued when Clarke had insisted they continued with their original mission.

     "We won't find here if we're dead. Which is what we'll be if we stay here!" Clarke had argued back. Bellamy knew her plan was more logical, but logic played no part when he was worried for someone he loved. Logic wasn't going to tell him where the hell Dylan was.

     Nonetheless, Bellamy finally gave in to Clarke's plan. They left the crime scene behind, both of them simply hoping Dylan was fine. Bellamy was praying, and Bellamy Blake didn't pray. But something in the very pit of his stomach was screaming at him that something was wrong. That he needed to turn around and find her. His heart was yearning to know that she was okay. After everything he had been through at this god forsaken planet, after believing for so long that she had died that day outside of the drop ship. . . Call it separation anxiety, call it whatever. Maybe he was just thinking the worst, maybe Dylan had just wandered off. Whatever it was, Bellamy pushed his feelings and thoughts down as he marched behind Clarke with determination. The quicker they found Kane and the leader of the grounders, the quicker he could return to his search for Dylan.

Dylan, fortunately or unfortunately, didn't feel on the same amount of anxiety as Bellamy. Why you may ask? Oh well, just because she was completely knocked out.

She hadn't seen it coming, none of them had. As mentioned, it all just happened so fast. One second she was mindlessly wandering behind Bellamy and Clarke. The next moment something hit the back of her head and she face planted directly into the green forest floor. Knocked into complete disorientation, Dylan hadn't managed to scream nor fight back. And before she knew, the attacker had pressed something to her nostrils. Of course, she took a deep breath, and then everything went black.

On one side it was a good thing that she wasn't experiencing the throbbing pain in the back of her head. It was sure to give her the headache of a century once she woke up again. On the other side, being unconscious and kidnapped wasn't exactly how Dylan ideally had wished for her day. Mother Nature really had something against her, didn't she?