/ haunted/
• showing signs of mental anguish or torment
"She was fierce. She was strong, she wasn't simple. She was crazy and sometimes she barely slept. She always had something to say. She had flaws and that was okay. And when she was down she g...
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[PREVIOUSLY: Aidan confronts Octavia about her actions and she begins to realise what effect her decision had upon him. Then, without warning, she is jumped from behind. When she wakes up, she's in a grounder dungeon with Finn, awaiting her fate].
"Again? We've been captured by the grounders ... again?"
I shot Finn a warning look. "Do you know when to shut-up?"
Finn gritted his teeth as he begrudgingly fell silent.
"Keep moving!" the grounder behind us growled, jabbing the cold metal of his spearhead up against my shoulder-blade.
I winced as a prick of pain seeped through my skin and nerve endings. Slowly, so as not to attract too much attention, I tilted my head this way and that, making mental notes of my surroundings.
The large, burly warrior who had so 'graciously' released Finn and I from our prison cell, had bound our hands behind our backs with a wad of thick, scratchy rope that was attached to the clasp on his belt buckle. Two curved swords hung by his sides. In his hands was a huge, iron-tipped spear, splattered with colourful shades of war paint. Born studded armour lined his forearms and legs and a thick leather breastplate encircled his chest.
With his sharp, eagle eyes watching our every move, we were forced to walk, obediently and meekly, through a maze of winding tunnels lit up with the occasional flaming torch. Our figures caused eerie shadows to dance along the earthen walls whenever we passed under the flickering orange flames.
Finally, after what seemed like a life-time of walking, we broke through the end of the millionth tunnel opening and into a large, spacey room. The grounder grabbed Finn's and I's shoulders and shoved us down on our knees to the floor.
Swallowing hard, I watched him as he came to stand at attention right before us.
I glanced sideways at Finn whose eyebrows were quirked upwards in confusion.
What was happening?
"So, we meet again."
With a startled gasp, my head snapped around and I gazed, wide-eyed, at Anya, who had crept up silently behind us!
She pushed past Finn and I, making sure to bump my shoulder roughly as she did so. Spinning around on her heel, she glared down at the two of us.
"My sources tell me that you were both primarily responsible for seeing through the vicious attack on the bridge," she stated pointedly. "To be honest, I'm not surprised."
"W-what do you want with us?" I squeaked, trying to conceal the tremor lacing my words.
Anya narrowed her eyes down at me. "Not with him, with you," she growled, waving Finn aside as she stepped forward and towered over me.
