"What the hell
Are you doing?"
Terri hissed under her breath,
As I smeared
Black face paint
Around my eyes,
A symbol
Of courage.
Of strength.
Of status.
The paint
Dripped down
And I let it dry,
Before pulling on
The black skull helmet
I had gotten
From Stiles.
"What do you mean?"
I asked Terri,
Lacing up my boots
And picking up my bow and arrows.
Terri rolled her eyes.
And proceeded
To switch to speak
In our language;
Something she did
When she was
Annoyed.
"Well,"
I began after a few seconds.
"If you're so worried,
Why don't you come with me?"
Terri stopped talking,
And thought.
And thought.
And thought.
Until I was sure she was going
To stay quiet.
So I went past her,
And left the camp.
Footsteps caught up to me
A few seconds later,
And I turned to see
Terri.
I saw her nod
Vaguely,
And I returned it.
"What was that anyway?"
She asked,
Raising her eyebrows
That were almost invisible
Against the dark
Face paint.
"Seemed like
A ship
To me." I said,
Putting the arrows over my shoulder
And lightening my footsteps,
As I heard
Shouts in the distance.
"Why would a ship
Be down here?"
Terri asked,
Her eyes wide.
"I don't know."
I admitted,
Before flashing a signal
That meant for her
To stay quiet.
As we approached the drop ship,
The cries of joy
Got louder.
So Terri and I climbed the trees,
After we decided to split up.
We had agreed
To not kill or take any of them
Yet.
I took a quick survey of the people,
Who were dancing
And celebrating
And singing
And laughing.
They would not be doing this
When Anya came for them,
And
Killed
Every
Last
One.
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Fanfic☾ TOO GOOD TO BE GOOD FOR ME ☽ in which a Grounder falls harder than he should have for Finn Collins.
