Mountains Shelter Secrets (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

IV - Many Happy Returns

Panting, I struggled to keep up with Anya. We'd been walking for hours without rest and my limbs were crying for rest. My wrists burned from the tight rope, and Clarke wasn't looking much better. Angrier, for sure. I was too exhausted to be that angry.

"We've been walking for hours," I complained. "Where are we going?"

"Quiet," Anya ordered. I rolled my eyes, but clamped my mouth shut. Maybe it was better that I just figure a way out of this situation. It was two against one. Surely we could beat her.

"Why not just kill us and get it over with?" Clarke huffed.

"Yeah, how about let's not," I muttered beneath my breath. I wasn't sure if Anya heard, but Clarke shot me an annoyed look. Excuse me if I didn't want to die.

"You can tell the Commander what the Mountain Men are doing to us there," Anya replied without missing a beat or turning around.

"So let's work together," Clarke said, yanking on the rope. Finally we stopped. I relished in the rest, not caring if it was only going to last for a moment. "We don't have to be enemies."

I agreed. That would make life down here so much easier if we could all get along. Of course, I didn't really foresee that happening.

Anya scoffed. "And unite with someone as weak as you? I have what I need."

I was offended, I wasn't gonna lie. I didn't see myself as very weak, but I guess these people had different views on everything.

As Anya turned to start walking again, Clark yanked on the rope. "HEY! We both want the same thing."

There was a beat of tense silence, before Anya grabbed us by the shoulders and forced us to crouch to the ground. I looked up to see some green laser lights sweeping the foliage and a dart impaled on the trunk of the tree.

"They found us," I breathed.

Behind us, a dozen or so men in white protective suits and masks carrying guns. Adrenaline pounded in my veins as Anya told us to run. I kept my eyes trained on the tranquilizer dart in the tree trunk, and as we breezed past it, I yanked it out, keeping it hidden in my hands. Thankfully, Anya didn't notice, but Clarke did and she gave me an encouraging nod.

Racing through the trees I completely forgot about my exhaustion. Energy pulsed through my veins as I ducked beneath branches and nearly choked on leaves several times. When finally we slowed down, I was panting, my chest burning. My feet crunched on dry branches on the forest floor.

"Quiet," Anya barked at me, clearly annoyed. "You can't even walk in the woods."

"If I'm such a burden then cut me loose," I snapped.

Anya growled, "Heavy footfalls, broken branches, you even smell like them."

We climbed up a hill and then crouched down. I exchanged a glance with Clarke and kept quiet. Down below, the Mountain Men walked at a leisurely pace, scanning the foliage. Anya huffed and pulled us down the other side of the hill and we took a stop at a muddy puddle. Not super appealing water, but my throat was parched. I cupped my hands and filled them with water, but Anya stopped me.

"No. Not to drink."

Annoyed, I threw the water down. "Then why stop? We should be running."

In response, Anya grabbed a handful of mud and slapped it on my face. My mouth opened in annoyed surprise.

"You reek."

"You're not doing so hot yourself," I fired back, glaring at her.

She narrowed her eyes and ordered me and Clarke to cover ourselves in mud. Reluctantly, we obliged. Slathering the mud over my face and clothes was not pleasant, but I at least found comfort in the fact that Anya was doing it as well. Though I supposed it was more common, comfortable for her.