Bygones

~{Chapter 11}~

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{The photo is an idea of what Sloan would wear if she was in the show except with brown hair.}

We approached the collapsed wall. Shane along with a few others were picking up scraps and cleaning up.

"Majority of us were about thirty paces away down to the right when we head a gun fire and a small explosion. We rushed over to see Lathe on the floor, clutching his thigh.", Shane said. I walked around and looked for any clues. I saw something shining from the pile of mess; I picked it up and shouted, "Guys! Over here!". They all rushed over.

"It's Murphy's", I continued, " He always had two yellow stripes on the handle of his knives. It's the same one in Lathe's leg Clarke pulled out."

Bellamy ordered someone to go ask Lathe about exactly what happened.

"How did the wall explode? One person can't take down part of a two ton wall by himself.", I asked Shane.

Bellamy knelt down and scooped something up, "One can with enough gun powder."

Shane realized, "That's why half of out stash is missing."

I looked around even more," Obviously this person is a lousy shot. With this much powder he can pretty much blow the entire wall down if he aimed right... what the hell...?" I pointed to an unusually neatly placed gunpowder. Then I heard someone load a gun. I looked back realizing it was a trap because no one here had a gun on them. A shadow was standing in the darkness.

"RUN! It's a trap!", I shouted, but it was too late. The shadow fired and the wall blew up. The force blew all of us back a fifty feet.

As I quickly regained my consciousness, I could feel the right side of my head bleeding. I struggled to get up to see if everyone else was okay. Shane had a piece of metal stuck in his ribs. Both Bellamy and Octavia were knocked out cold. The others were sprawled out, unusually. I crawled over to see the side of Bellamy's head gushing.
"Help! Someone help us!", I shouted. Then something put a cloth around my neck, strangling me, and started dragging me away. I kicked and flailed, trying to give this person a hard time. My circulation was decreasing and my vision was going blurry. I could see people rushing out with stretchers and aiding everyone. Just as soon as I thought I was going to pass out, the shadow let go of the cloth and I gasped for air. I reached for the knife in my boot and stabbed the man. He let out a groan, trying to not making any loud noises. I stabbed his again and he got off of me. I pulled myself on my feet and started to run. The shadow came after me, tackled me, and landed on my bad ankle. I let out a painful scream.

I shouted even more, "Someone help! Bellamy! Octa-!". He covered my mouth, "Shut up!"

He turned me on my back, but stayed on top of me.

"Murphy," I said dully. He started to take his jacket off.

"You know, all I ever wanted was you. I wanted to help you and Leyla, but Bellamy came along," he grabbed my face and tried to kiss me.

"Ugh! Get OFF of me!", I kicked him between his legs. His face went red and he whimpered. I pushed him off and tried to get up. He then got a hold of my leg and dragged me back. I swung at him, missed and tried to kick him again.

"You're a fighter aren't you?", he smirked. He put pressure on my bad ankle to weaken me.

"Ahh! Stop! Someone help! Over here!"

I was once muffled again. He finished tying me up and got on top of me. He panted, "You're a strong woman. I like it."

I was stuck and couldn't move, my ankle was hurting and the side of my head was throbbing. With his free hand, he pulled put a syringe and injected me with it. I knew exactly what it would do to me because it was one from my backpack. Within minutes I was already drowsy.

"I really like you, Sloan. I didn't want us to come to this, but," he started to unzip his pants.

Not again, I thought. The only things I could do now was to hope the injection knocks me out before what's about to come next and to memorize my surroundings.

"Leyla...,"I whispered half conscious, "Bellamy..."

And then I was out cold.

"What the hell...", I groan as I sat up. There was dried up blood and, oddly enough, the gash on the side of my head was healed. My eye sight wasn't blurry anymore. I could tell that I had been moved further into the forest; the trees and leaves were a lot thicker. In front of me, there was a backpack and a rifle neatly placed against a tree trunk. I carefully inched towards it, in case it was another trap. The gun was loaded and the backpack contained necessities for me to last about a few days.
I was frustrated, "What kind of joke is Murphy playing?"
I strapped on the backpack, readied the gun, and started walking. Getting to a higher place is the only chance I have to actually know where i'm going. Then again, no one ever really knows where they're going.

Finally after a few hours of walking, I came to a clearing, more like a valley between two large hills.
"Perfect", I panted. Although the valley was a beautiful sight, the last time I took a moment to appreciate something, I was kidnapped. I made way to the tallest tree on the hill. The cracks in the tree made it easier for me to get to the top. The vast forest took my breath away. There was a little strip of water and to the back of me was just another never-ending greenness. As I contemplated which way I should, my stomach grumbled.
"I know, I'm hungry too. Hang on, we're going to get back soon."
Making my mind up I climbed down and headed towards the river.

The pinkish- orange sky speared through the leaves above. I hadn't noticed that I was holding onto my necklace the entire time I walked. I set up camp and got settled in a tree. A fire wouldn't be the best idea at night; it's like having a target on my back. I gave up on holding off on the food in the backpack and ate a small handful of nuts and berries.
It was a full moon tonight and somehow it comforted me.
"We set up camp here!", I heard a woman say. I looked down to see a dirty blond haired woman.
"Anya...?", I whispered to myself. She had an army of Grounders with her.
"We head North at dawn," she told one of them. Then she looked up and I ducked, hoping she missed me.
North?, I thought, What's North? Camp?
I decided to follow them for a while tomorrow to see where they're going. They were all covered in battle gear. Every single one of them had at least a weapon on them.
After a million thoughts, I strapped my self to the tree and sat there with my gun ready, trying not to fall asleep.
Just a few minutes..., I told myself.
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