WONDERING ➭ THE 100

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 FOURTEEN ・*:·. ⇌ ஜ  .·:*

   Millie crouched behind a thick bush, arrow strapped into its holster and bow resting softly on her arm. She twirled her knife around in her free hand, attempting to stay hidden while keeping an eye on Octavia. It was decided early on that it wasn't in her best interest to expose herself to Anya, who probably already assumed she was dead. Anya threatened Millie, and it was not empty. She claimed if Millie ever dared to show herself again, she wouldn't hesitate to shove her sword through her abdomen.

       Millie didn't test her luck with that one.

   Still, Millie felt useless. What good was she to either party? She didn't like the sky people, and vice versa. And she'd be shot on sight when it came to the Grounders, so she was forced to ask herself again; where did she belong? It was an unanswered question Millie was afraid she'd be asking for the rest of her life, a heavy weight on her heart she had carry around like a ball and chain around her ankles.

   Millie sensed the air thicken, and the hairs on her arms stood up– sending a shiver down her spine. She was spinning around and pulling an arrow up before their foot had the chance to snap a branch. Her eyes were leveled with her weapon, and she was aiming it straight ahead. Millie counted three people in total that stood in front of her, aiming guns in her direction. She swallowed at the sight of the weapons but didn't back down. Bellamy, sparky girl, and another boy with a dopey expression stood in front of her. 

   Bellamy's jaw hardened, but glanced next to him when he realized Millie wasn't aiming the bow at him.

   Instead, at the only girl. Millie could feel the blood boiling inside her, flashes of the sparks were embroidered in her mind, and she could faintly hear the groans from Lincoln as the girl electrocuted him.

   "Easy."

   Bellamy's voice was quiet and soft, much different than she was accustomed to. It sounded like someone trying to tame a wild animal and that only angered her more. Millies eyes snapped to him, but her weapon didn't move an inch, still firmly trained on the girl with the long ponytail.

   The girl didn't surrender, but Millie could see the repentant look in her eyes. Neither of them forgot what happened not even two days ago, the blonde was distinctly enraged, her muscles were tense, and her jaw was locked. The girl across from her was softer, her grip was loose on her weapon and her eyes were darting between Millie, Bellamy and the bridge. As if Millie didn't have her full attention, but the blonde couldn't necessarily say she wasn't on the same page.

   The sounds of horse hooves were the only thing that made Millie look away, but the bow still raised at the girl's head.

   Millie didn't make it a habit of admitting someone intimidated her, but when it came to Anya, she was willing to make an exception. There was nothing specifically scary about her, weapons and warpaint aside. It was the way the woman held herself, the way she moved, her chin was held up high. She didn't seem threatened by the sky people at all, and she was ready to attack at the first sign of bad intentions or a trap. And Millie didn't doubt for a second she would, given the fact that she didn't even bat an eye as Millies horrified screams filled her tower. Her face was hard, not giving anything away, like a mask.