𝘼𝙉 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙇 𝙄𝙉 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝙂𝙐𝙄𝙎𝙀¹ ➣ 𝐵. 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑘𝑒✔

18 | Yu Gonplei Ste Odon

"Anya, we've been walking for hours. Where are we going?" Clarke stated as Anya dragged us through the forest. She had tied Clarke and me together and was dragging us around.

"Quiet," the grounder hissed.

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

I scoffed, mumbling under my breath. "I'd forget about the pain in my leg if you did."

"You can tell the commander what the Mountain Men are doing to us there," Anya answered.

"So let's work together," Clarke said, causing Anya to stop and look at her. "We don't have to be enemies."

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

"Hey. We both want the same thing," Clarke said.

After a few seconds of silence, Anya pulled Clarke and me down. "Get down."

"They found us," I stated, referring to the Mountain Men.

"Run."

As we ran past a tree, Clarke grabbed the dart sticking out of it.

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"Quiet," Anya hissed as a twig snapped. "You can't even walk in the woods."

I glared at her. "You wouldn't have to worry about that if you weren't dragging us around."

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

We climbed to the top of a hill before stopping and crouching at the top. Below us, the Mountain Men followed our trail. Anya led us over the other side of a hill, stopping in front of a puddle. "Down."

Clarke took a handful of water, but Anya stopped her before she could drink it.

"No," Anya said. "Not to drink."

"Then why stop?" Clarke asked. "We should be running."

Anya grabbed a handful of mud, slapping it onto Clarke's face. I raised an eyebrow at her as Clarke gasped.

"You reek. Cover yourself in it."

I grabbed a handful of mud, smearing it over my clothes, face, and neck. When I came to the ground, I never thought I'd be doing this.

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"I can't take much more of this," I grumbled under my breath. My leg hurts, but I can't exactly go at my own pace. I climbed up the steep hill Anya was leading us up. We stopped at the top and watched as the Mountain Men continued to follow our trail.

"How are they still following us?" Clarke asked aloud.

Anya looked at Clarke and I. "Because of you. Time to end this."

She picked up a rock and was about to hit us with it, but I stopped her. "Anya, we're stepping where you step. We're covered in mud. We're not leaving a trail."

"They're following something," the grounder stated.

After a few seconds, Clarke spoke. "They're not following us, they're tracking us. Search yourself. If I'm right...it should feel like a small bump just under your skin."

I felt around my self for any sign of a tracker, until I heard the ripping of material. I looked at Anya to see she had a bump on her arm. "It's you."

"I can remove it," Clarke butted in. "But you need to untie my hands. I just need something sharp and sterile--"

I contorted my face slightly as Anya used her teeth to tear the tracker out of her arm. "God, that was gross."