Regina(On Hold) // The 100

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

"Quiet."

"Why not just kill us and get it over with?" Clarke looked at me. "Enyo can't keep walking, she needs to rest. It'll take at least 24 hours for her to get her strength back."

Anya dragged the two of us behind her through the forest. "You can tell the commander what the Mountain Men are doing to us there."

"So let's work together. We don't have to be enemies."

"And unite with someone as weak as you?" Anya questioned. "I have what I need, and when I bring Fragheda to our commander--" Anya didn't have to finish her sentence for us to know what would happen. Lexa has wanted me dead for ten years, and if that was what she chose to do to me, that would be my fate.

But they also had to take into consideration the color of my blood. According to Esau, I was the descendant of Bekka Pramheda. There was no doubt that everyone else would believe the lie. Anya turned around to start pulling us with her in a different direction. "Hey," Clarke said. "We both want the same thing."

"Get down," Anya said and pulled us down as guns start to fire.

I dropped to my knees and said, "They found us."

A dart hit the tree in front of us, and green lasers pointed all around us.

"Run," Anya ordered. She pulled us to our feet and forced us to follow her. Clarke reached up and grabbed the dart from the tree. I knew what she was planning to do.

We tried to get away from the Mountain Men, but I felt my knees start to give out. "I can't go anymore," I said between breaths. I dropped to the ground panting. It felt as if my heart was about to give out, and I couldn't breathe.

"Quiet," Anya told me. "You can't even walk in the woods."

"If we're such a burden, then cut us loose," Clarke said. Anya forced me back to my feet and tugged on the rope.

"Heavy footfalls, broken branches, you even smell like them," Anya pointed out. She pulled us up a hill and we crouched down. Below us, the men were still following our trail.

Anya quickly stood up and we continued walking until we reached a water source. "Down." We got down to the ground, and I almost didn't care how dirty the water was. I just needed to drink.

I cupped my hands together to get some water. "No. Not to drink."

"Then why stop? We should be running," Clarke said. Anya reached down and picked up a handful of mud and slathered it on Clarke's face. She did the same to me.

"You reek," she said. "Cover yourself in it."

We covered our faces and clothes in mud, though I didn't think it would be much help. The Mountain Men weren't trackers or hunters like the Grounders, so they wouldn't be able to recognize our scents.

Clarke did her best to help me. She assumed that if I was seen as too weak to continue moving or to even get off the ground, Anya would kill me. But I knew that Lexa wanted me alive because of my blood. They saw it as a crime to kill a Nightblood.

When it came time for us to climb another hill, I grabbed one of Clarke's hands and she pulled me up with her, but just that climb took a lot of my strength, and I threw myself onto the ground on top.

We looked down and saw the Mountain Men still on our trail. It's definitely not our sents.

"How are they still following us?" Clarke asked. We were frustrated, and I had a massive headache from trying to keep up with Clarke and Anya.