Skye & Earth ||| Bellamy Blake

36 ~ Home

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I've been having a hard time adjusting

I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting

I didn't know if you'd care if I came back

I have a lot of regrets about that

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

"Quiet."

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

Anya turns around to face Skye. "You can tell the Commander what the Mountain Men are doing to us in there."

"So, let's work together. We don't have to be enemies." She means it genuinely. She truly believes that the bigger threat is the Mountain Men. "We both want the same thing."

Anya goes to speak but Skye holds up her hand. "Shh. Get down." They drop to the ground and Anya looks behind her where, twenty feet below their incline, suited up mountain guards are patrolling.

Skye looks at Anya. "They found us. Run." She whispers.

A tranquilizer dart whizzes past her head into a tree and as they crawl by it, Skye shoves it into her sleeve, careful to not pierce her skin.

She glances at the Grounder woman before her. Skye now has the upper hand. Anya just doesn't know it yet.

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The two girls continue on. They have yet to run into Clarke and that worries Skye slightly.

She trusts her sister and has a feeling she made it. Hopefully they can reunite, and it'll all be okay.

Anya drags Skye over to muddy water. Before Skye can say anything, Anya scoops a handful of mud and slaps it onto her face.

"You reek. Cover yourself in it."

They both cover themselves in mud to mask their scents and help them blend in as they travel through the woods.

They continue walking but after a few minutes, Skye spots the Mountain Men again. "How are they still following us?"

Anya grinds her teeth. "It's you. Time to end this."

Skye holds up her tied together hands. "Anya, I am stepping where you step. I'm covered in mud. We're not leaving a trail."

Anya clenches her jaw. "They're following something."

Skye thinks for a moment before an idea pops in her head. "They're not following us. They're tracking us. Search yourself. If I'm right, it should feel like a small bump just under your skin."

Suddenly Anya pulls up her sleeve to reveal a bump.

Skye nods. "It's you. Ok, I could remove it, but you need to untie my hands. I just need something sharp and sterile."

Anya doesn't hesitate as she leans her head over and bites down on her arm, ripping the tracking device out of her skin and spitting it onto the floor.

Blood dribbles down her chin. "I will not go back there."

Anya continues to lead Skye towards wherever the Commander is when Skye notices an opportunity.

"You're still bleeding. At least let me bandage it before it gets infected."