We Are One || Bellamy Blake [1]

XVII. We Happened

CHAPTER 1X17

XVII. We Happened

Clarissa woke up while feeling her body being dragged through the dirt. She could feel a sharp pain on her head as well. That was when her eyes shot open in alarm, she remembered what had happened. She had been kidnapped.

She started to struggle against the restrains, she almost freed herself. Almost. The grounder carrying her grabbed her by her long blonde hair now, pulling her up. Clary groaned more in anger than pain, her eyes looking at her surroundings. That's when she saw Finn and Clarke.

A sigh of relieve left her lips, they were ok. At least for now.

Clarissa was the first one being pushed through the metal doorway, and put on her knees. She felt movement by her side, Clarke and Finn being put down as well.

"Ok," Finn spoke up first, "We walked for about three miles –."

"Finn, I don't think that matters." Clarke stopped him, a hint of defeat on her voice, "They didn't blind fold us."

It was Clary who said it out loud, "We are not going back home."

They were put back up on their feet by the same grounders that carried them. They were guided through the hallway – or whatever that was –, the small rays of light allowing them to see their surroundings.

Once again, Clarissa was pushed in first. But this time, they stopped Clarke and Finn from going any further. She looked back in urgency, not understanding what was happening.

"Clary!" Clarke shouted, concern over her sister growing; she couldn't let something happen to her, Clary was all she had left after their Mom died.

"Clarke,"

The last thing she saw was Finn trying to fight to free himself too, then the door was slammed shut behind Clarissa. She was on her own now, and she was scared. She could only think about the horrible things she had said to Bellamy before leaving the camp, and about how right he was about not wanting her to leave.

A very familiar person walked inside the room, the woman stared at her for a second as if making sure she had the right person. It was Anya, the grounder Clary had met on the bridge. By the look on the woman's face, she no doubt had the right person.

"Skai Kru Kwin," The harsh name echoed, "follow me."

Anya turned her back, walking up to another room. Clary glanced up at her two guards before following her, the two grounders right behind her. There was no way she would be able to get out of there without getting herself killed.

It smelled like death in there, blood.

Again Clarissa was put down on her knees without mercy. But she held her chin up, she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her breaking.

"Your friend, Murphy I think his name was, he told us quite a few things." Anya told her, and Clary could only imagine how much they had hurt him for him to tell them those things, "He told us you have medicinal knowledge?"

"I... I know a few things." Clary confusedly explained, "My sister and I... We used to help our Mom. She was a healer."

"You see, after the bomb you blew up... And our healer gone..." She accused, "We have no medicine."

If it was another time, Clarissa would have played nice. She had always the kindest thing to say, she always cared for others. Even her enemies. But, in that moment, her survival instinct, her anger, took the best of her.