It's Not Yours (Bellarke)

3 - Chasing Wanheda

7 weeks

   "Where's Clarke?" Bellamy asks, going from person to person, "Has anyone seen Clarke?"
   "Bellamy, she probably just went for a walk," Miller tells him.
   "I know Miller!" He shouts, getting fed up with his reassurances, "But no one's seen her for over three hours!"
   Miller flinches under his harsh tone. Bellamy may look and seem pretty calm about the situation, but on the inside he's panicking.
   Bellamy presses on his forehead, anxiety rushing through his veins. His heart beats erratically, nervous butterflies fluttering in his stomach.
   What if she needs help? What if she's hurt? What if someone kidnaped her? What if she fell and hurt the baby? What if-
   "Bellamy," Miller says, resting a hand on his shoulder, "calm down man. We'll find her."
   Bellamy takes a deep breath. Miller's right. Besides, he can't let the people see him all riled up like this; it'll scare them.
   "Okay. Miller I want you to go get Lincoln, Monty, Octavia, and Jasper, if he's sober. Tell them we're going out and to bring weapons. Go tell Abby and Kane they're in charge till I'm back. Ask Raven for four walkies. I need to go check something."
   "Uh...when are we moving out?"
   "5 minuets."
   "I don't think I can do all that in five minuets-"
   "Fine. Go tell the gang. I'll go talk to Raven."
   Miller nods.

- - -

   Clarke's head throbs painfully. The sound of hooves pounding across the ground fill her ears. Her whole body bounces, cold wind whipping her face. Her eyes slowly flicker open, vision swaying horribly with each blink. Finally things come into focus, and she sees the neck of a horse.
   She immediately tries to move, but arms wrap around her.
"Good afternoon Wanheda." A voice says from behind her.
It's not who she was hopping it'd be.
Her mouth is gagged, hands bound together in front of her with a dangling rope. The hands holding onto the reins of the horse are covered in grayed leather fingerless gloves; not Skaikru.
"You're luckily I came just in time. Otherwise you'd be dead."
Clarke ignores him, instead focusing on her current situation.
The way he has her sitting leaves her only one option.
She grabs the reins of the horse, tugging backwards. The horse rears up, and they both fall backwards. Clarke lands on top of him with a thud as the horse takes off. She rolls away, getting to her feet. She groans at the growing pain in her back, but ignores it as she bolts.
The grounder thrashes through the undergrowth after her. She stumbles into a rushing stream of water. She grunts, wading across to the stony riverbank.
She collapses as she reaches the other side, exhaustion taking over. How could she possibly be so tired? Yeah, it's been a long day getting kidnapped and all, but that's never stopped her before. How is today different?
She hears the grounder splashing through the water after her, clattering across the stones. She groans, trying to push herself to her feet.
She can't. She just- she needs a minuet. She needs a breather; a moment to catch her breath.
"Would you look at that? The mighty Wanheda is human after all." Her kidnaper says.
She watches as he goes over to the stream, kneeling to fill a canister of water.
She attempts to push herself up one more time, only to fall back down. The grounder glances back at her, snorting.
Come on Clarke. You can do it.
She tries again, huffing as she slowly pushes herself to her hands and knees. She looks over to see the grounder completely ignoring her.
Perfect.
Willing every last drop of her energy, she lunges towards him. She wraps her rope around his neck, pulling as she tackles him into the water. She sits on him, using her knees to pin his arms to the ground. He struggles beneath her, thrashing until slowly, he stops.
Clarke scrambles off of him, realizing what she's done.
Oh no, oh no.
Suddenly she's dragged back into the stream, head being forced to the ground. She gasps, but only breaths in water. She coughs, trying to push her self up, but he's much stronger than she is. Her lungs scream for air, pain covering her chest as she starts to black out.
And then she's pulled back to the surface. She coughs up the water, gasping for air.
   "Guess I was wrong to underestimate you." He growls.