Kisses From The Sky, To The Earth

Mistakes Were Made

Anya drags Clarke through the woods. She's determined. Anya will restore glory to her name once she brings Clarke, the cause of the massacre of her warriors, back to her leader.

"We've been walking for hours. Where are we going?" Clarke pleads for answers.

"Quiet," Anya hushes.

"Why not just kill me and get it over with?"

"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." Clarke urges.

"Unite? With someone as weak as you? I already have what I need," the grounder states.  

"We both want the same thing." Anya stares at Clarke. Uncertainty plagues her; could she trust Clarke? No, she won't.

A green dot points at Anya's head. Guns are being pointed at them as the Mountain men shoot blindly. Anya grabs Clarke quickly, shoving her to the floor.

"They found us," Clarke mutters.

Anya looks around as men shout from their left. She looks around, pondering her next move; she then turns to Clarke before mumbling out a 'run.' So they do. They bolt out of their hiding space toward their right. Anya drags Clarke along with the rope cloth, never stopping. A tranquilizer hits the tree ahead of Clarke. The omega quickly reaches for it, grabbing it and hiding it in her grasp. They keep running for what feels like forever, hiding whenever necessary; however, they can't shake off the mountain men who are right on their trail. They take a few turns and end up in a clearing with a small pond; Anya forces Clarke down on her knees. Clarke assumes they're stopping for water, so she tries to sip the water when Anya slaps it out of her hand.

"No. Not to drink," Anya hisses.

"Then why stop? We should be running!" Clarke barks

Anya slaps mud onto Clarke's face. The omega looks at her, taken aback. The alpha then speaks, "Cover yourself. You reek."

Clarke doesn't argue and does as she's told, covering herself in mud. Anya does the same. Once completely covered in mud, they crouch through the woods. They hide behind trees and within bushes to make sure they're not spotted by the mountain men. They make it to high ground, where Anya believes they won't be able to follow but is mistaken when the mountain men are right beneath them, following their every step.

"How are they still following us?" Clarke asks.

Anya thinks it over. The only possible reason is Carke. "Because of you." She picks up a big rock, "It's time to end this." Anya is about to hit Clarke with the rock, but the omega interjects.

"Anya. I'm stepping where you step. I'm covered in mud. We're not leaving a trail," Clarke says, desperately trying not to piss off the already annoyed alpha. Clarke thinks about it thoroughly: how are they being followed? That's when a thought comes to her. They're being tracked.

"They're not following us. They're tracking us," Clarke whispers loud enough for Anya to hear. "Search yourself if I am right; it should be like a bump under your skin."

They both search themselves to discover that Anya is the one being tracked. Clarke starts blabbering about how she can remove it but is shocked and disturbed when Anya sinks her teeth into her forearm and rips the tracker out.

They keep moving as if nothing happened.

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The boys and Monroe move through the woods quickly yet carefully, not to draw any unwanted attention from possible grounders.