already gone// Bellamy Blake [3]

04

no more chapter songs unless i find one that fits ://

After taking a life for the first time in six years, Amara's brain snapped. As much as she hated it, her mentality was back to the way it was before Praimfaya. Kill or be killed. She decided to stay behind at the village while Clarke and Madi went to use a man they found in the woods as bait.

Amara waited before she was sure that the village was clear from these intruders before she made her appearance. Her feet collided with the ground as she jumped from a tree limb that was fairly high up. The brown eyed girl scanned around the village with her sword out, ready for a fight. There was no one in the village which resulted in Amara putting her sword away and walking into what they called the supply building. She looked around at the weapons that she had seen dozens of times before she pulled out a few of her favorite. Her hand touched the cold black gun and placed it into the holster that she kept on her hip.

"Surprised I still had it in me." Amara spoke as she grabbed a couple of knives.

Talking and yelling erupted from the woods just outside of the village which made Amara duck and watch out of a window. She watched as they held onto Clarke roughly and threw her onto the ground. Their leader slowly walked towards the blonde and watched as one of her men yanked Clarke's head back so she could look. The man let go of Clarke and she slowly backed up as the intimidating woman began to walk closer. One of the men hit Clarke on the side of the head before he bent down and looked at her. Amara quickly got up and took off all of her weapons—leaving one hidden on her back—and placed them under the floor before she walked out the back door. She purposely stepped on a twig which made everyone's attention go towards her.

"Go check it out." The woman ordered to two of her men.

Amara slowly walked around the corner with her hands held up, showing she wasn't going to pull anything. The two men ran over to her and held her roughly as the thrashed in their arms.

"Don't hurt her, please. Just take me, I'm much more fun." Amara said, her voice dark and low as the men brought her over to the woman.

"How many are there of you?" The woman asked sternly as she glared at Amara.

"Just the two of us. Has been for the past six years. Look, I'll tell you anything you want to know, but please, do not hurt her." Amara pleaded as the woman narrowed her eyes at her.

The two men grabbed Clarke and Amara and roughly brought them into the supply building and began to tie them down to a chair. One man—McCreary, so they've learned—sent a punch across Clarke's face.

"Hey, hey stop. We need them. If you hurt her, the other one won't tell us anything." Another man said as he walked over to McCreary.

McCreary grabbed the man by his neck and began to choke him. "Hey, hey. Enough!" The leader exclaimed as she broke the two up.