Survivors

Chapter 4-Hostage

Clarke Griffen:

My right temple feels as if someone is pounding against it. The last thing I remember is when Anya hit a rock against my head. I look around at my surroundings. I'm in a cave. A cold, dark and wet cave. I can feel chains around my wrist, restraining me from escape.

"It's about time." I see a form in the shadows. The figure steps out, only revealing to be the evil woman herself, Anya.

"What do you want." I spit at her. She grins an evil grin.

"I want to see you squirm. We have rules about intruders and you broke them." I obviously have no idea what she's talking about, but I don't want the wrath of Anya to be unleashed. Well, I can tell it is coming already at me in full speed. Suddenly, two men come in, rolling a large case full of water. There is a white, bubbly foam, floating on the top layer of the water. Saltwater.

One of the men unhook a whip off of their belts and unwind it, cruelly. I try to pull on the chains but it's no use. He pulls it behind his head than pulls it back over his shoulder, forcing it to plummet down against my leg. A horrid grunt comes out of my mouth as a deep cut is formed on my skin. Than another. And another. He keeps whipping me on my legs until I almost pass-out because of pain.

"Okay...you've made your point. Please, please no more." I say pathetically. Anya smiles and nods to the other man who takes the chains off of my hands. At first, I think that I'm being let free. But foolish thoughts come at a price. He pushes me into the saltwater case and locks the lid.

Bellamy Blake:

I had decided that I was going after Clarke no matter how many people tried to stop me. She was the other leader. I can't lead with out her smart mind.

I make my way down the cave a had seen Anya and two other men travel down. They might lead me to Clarke or say something that might give me a clue as to where they are keeping her. Then, I hear it. A scream for help. Clarke. Noises of water splashing draws me to the part of the cave where she is. When I get there, I tackle a man to the ground unnoticed at first. I take my knife and slit his throat. Then I kick the next guy in the gut, his tight core helps him. He holds me in a headlock position, keeping me from breathing. My lungs scream for air. I clinch my fist and throw a punch at his face, making him let me go. I turn and kick him. He hits his head on a rock, knocking him out cold. Anya turns and runs out.

"Clarke!" I yell, seeing her face in the case of water. When I push the case off its stand, It breaks open, filling the air with a salty sent. Clarke rolls on her side and coughs up the saltwater. The water is tinted a light pink from the blood on her legs. My guess is that they whipped her before placing her in the case. This could enable her walking skills for days. I pick her up and walk out.

"Thank you." She whispers weakly. I smile a reassuring smile before she passes out from exhaustion and pain.