Grounded (The 100 Fan-fiction)

Chapter Nine (Clarke Finds a Babysitter)

Chapter Nine

The Young man looked down at her. His face pale, sweaty, and there in his features was the distinct look of illness.

"What did you do?" Clarke screamed as they tried to huddle behind their rocky surroundings.

His scared eyes shifted up to the blond girl's face.

"She was pulling away!" was his only explanation. which really wasn't a good explanation.

Clarke with a look around them, decided her friend needed help, and she was going to give it. She rushed over and saw the good amount of blood pooling around Gemma's face, dread filled her, and apaul. her face turned up to glare at Monty the boy responsible for this.

"So you hit her?" the girl accused outraged.

"NO!" monty almost wailed. "I slipped,a-and we fell, she hit her head....is--is she gonna be ok?" he asked tearing up, at the horrific sight of what he'd done. "is she alive?" he asked feeling sick.

quickly and very aware that whoever had killed jasper was still out there, she leant down and pressed two fingers against her neck.

Monty waited fearfully as he watched. if he had ki-no he couldn't even think it.

"she's alive." Clark sighed relieved after she felt a beating, under the girls skin.

"Clarke we need to get to the trees." Finn shouted urgently looking around for the danger.

"What do we do?" Octavia cried.

Finn had rushed over to the huddle around gemma, and without a word he crouched above her, and lifted her up and over his shoulder. like a sack of potatoes.

"Run like hell." And so they did. They ran, with the overwhelming truth of the moment beating through their heads, fuling them on.

They were not alone.

And the others weren't friendly.

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Footsteps fell harsh, breaking moss as they pressed down into the ground. Finn's steps fell heaviest of all, as the girl bouncing with every running step, from over his shoulder.

If she were at all aware of the world, she would be in pain. from her head wound, from the jostling steps, and from the stronghold spacewalker had around her legs.

But none of it would compare to the painful thoughts she would have rushing through her brain.

It was better that she was out. this way she was more compliant, even if she was slowing finn down.

All you could hear were ragged, and scarred breaths coming from the group. Panic drove them ahead faster than they could have ever achieved without the adrenaline, or the motivation of seeing their friend impaled by a spear.

They were making there way however rushed, and chaotic back to camp. But they had not gone nearly far enough to feel safe, when something stopped them.

Monty, wreck that he was, fell from his blind dash forward over a stray branch reaching from the dirt.

It was the second time he'd fallen in that forest in a span of twenty four hours, if he had the chance to think at all, he would have wondered what if anything other than nature had caused him to be so clumsy.