ULTRAVIOLENCE | BELLAMY BLAKE [3]

|03| Wanheda

Dakota reached for her knife that was lodged in the back of the Grounder's neck. The man, who was standing a few feet away from her, looked at her with caution. He had never saw a Skaigada with that much battle potential before and he found himself in a sticky situation. If he provoked her in a wrong way, she would surely have him at the tip of her blade. She wouldn't kill him, that's for sure but it would leave him injured and that's one thing he couldn't have. Not while he was hunting down Wanheda and the Nightblood.

Dakota wiped her blade in her black duster coat before looking up at the man before her. "What did I tell you about pointing that sword at me," She said as she got up from the Grounder. "Someone could get hurt." She raised an eyebrow as she straightened herself and faced him.

The Grounder looked at the younger girl carefully. "Why do you insist on helping me, Skaigada?" He pressed, not knowing what her true intentions were of helping find this Wanheda. He truly didn't want to share with the reward her helping him find her, but whatever information she had could be valuable.

The Sky girl shrugged her shoulders. "I'm a helpful person."

"I have a hard time someone would go out of their way and help someone without wanting something in return. Now, tell me. What's your price?"

Dakota took a breather while looking at him. Her lips pursed as she scanned down the rather.. attractive Grounder. Even under all that mud, she could see that he had a chiselled jaw, and prominate cheekbones. "Why does everyone expect that I want something in return?" She questioned as she approached closer to Roan. "Do you want my help or not?"

Roan stared at her hard before putting his sword back into it's scabbard while turning back around and started walking away from her. Dakota started following after him, walking up beside him. "There's a trading post not far from here. We should start there." She told him. "At least give me a name, or something?" She pushed further when the man didn't answer her.

He turned back around, looking at her carefully as Dakota came to a complete stop just inches away from him. "Roan."

Dakota nodded with a smile on her face. "Roan.. I'm Dakota, pleasure to make your acquaintance."

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Bellamy hadn't felt so nervous in his life until now. The remain of hope that was left behind from his soul was now rekindled upon Indra's words. Dakota was not dead, she was being hunted. Monty drove the Rover and he wished he would've taken the oppourinty to drive instead, something to keep his mind off of Clarke and Dakota.

"I'm still getting used to it myself," Kane's voice broke out the silence in the back seat as the Rover moved over the rough terrain. Indra nodded at him, but before she could of replied, Monty spoke up.

"Sir, we're almost out of range," Monty warned wearily as he glanced from the radar bedside him and onto the road in front of him. "Are you sure you don't wanna tell the Chancellor?"

"I'm sure. I don't wanna worry Abby until we know something."

"We know there's a kill order." Bellamy muttered sourly from the passenger seat of the vehicle. "You people are big on those."

"It's not a kill order, it's a bounty," Indra explained. "Clarke's a symbol. She's known as Wanheda. The Commander of Death."

Bellamy turned around to look at the passengers in the back. "The Ice Nation guys we killed asked about Wanheda. They're looking for Clarke. Why?"

"My people believe that when you kill someone, you gain their power. As Wanheda, Clarke is believed to wield the power of death after the incident at the Mountain. Kill Wanheda, become the Commander of Death."