Warning: A very small part in this chap is violently graphic. (I think)
But nothing could have ever prepared her for what she was seeing at that very moment.
As her eyes roamed over the body that she was seeing on the ground, Clarke's throat had closed up completely. The man on the ground was mutilated! Tears had rolled down her cheeks without her realizing it… the sight in front of her was the worst thing she had ever seen in her young life. It was so horrific that her knees gave out…
The moment Raven reached Clarke, she saw their leader on her knees, her face pale as a white blanket.
Raven was beyond shocked and staggered backwards at the sight. "Clarke! Clarke!" she called out.
Instead of responding, Clarke closed the dead young man's eyes, her hand trembling heavily.
"Clarke, we have to get out of here, now! It's not safe here! If the people who did this come back, all four of us will be dead!" Raven warned, while grabbing Clarke on her upper arm. "Let's go."
When the two boys reached them, they both cringed at the sight before them. One of them couldn't handle it and threw up immediately after seeing all the mutilated dead bodies in one huge mass grave.
"Who would do something like this? What kind of savages live here? I can… I can't…" Clarke whispered, unbelief and sadness in her eyes. "How could someone be so sadistic? So barbarous? So inhumane? I can't… I can't fathom how people could be…" she began, but Raven heard something, so she immediately put a hand over Clarke's mouth and dragged her towards the nearest tree, followed by the two boys.
"We should run for it!" Raven suggested. "Let's go, now!"
But Clarke stood there paralyzed and shook her head."No! We must stay here and hide behind these trees. If we keep running, we don't know where we'll end up and who we will encounter. Our best chance is to try to stay hidden and be ready for what's- who's- to come. If we run, we will run in the open field and that's very dangerous right now. If they have bows and arrows we're dead! We have to stay hidden here!" she ordered, her voice strained and low.
"OK, you're right." One of the boys replied.
Raven nodded and aimed her weapon at the direction where the noise came from- and so did the boys. As a sigh escaped her pale lips, Clarke closed her eyes. Her heart was pounding so fast, she thought that she was going to faint. All four of them were scared to death, not knowing what will happen next. One of the boys even peed in his pants- he was that terrified. As the seconds crept by, they waited with a heavy heart for what's to come.
All Clarke could think about was the worst. 'What if the barbarians who were responsible for the mass grave came back? They had mutilated all those men and women! What if they were headed this way?' she thought, as her hands shook tremendously.
"You guys, if I die today and one of us survive, please tell my dad that I love him, OK? I was always a pain in the ass to him, but tell him I love him. Promise me." one of the boys pleaded, as tears rolled down his face.
Clarke was scared out of her mind also, but she miraculously was able to gather her courage and put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him." We will be fine, OK? Don't talk that way. We won't die today, not like that." she whispered, as she referred to the dead people in the mass grave." We will make it, we will live through this." She promised, her voice trembling heavily, her heart ramming against her rib cage. But as those words left her lips, even she didn't believe them.
The two boys had already cocked their weapons, while Raven and Clarke both had a knife in their hand, ready to attack...
~ Meanwhile, 300 feet away ~
Bellamy grunted, as he attempted to get up from the situation he was in. He knew that it had been eight days, since he left camp. Octavia and the others must be worried by now. He guessed that the Princess sent search parties after him. Ugh! Why in the hell did he follow that huge wild boar?! Oh yes, because they needed its meat to survive… to live.
"God damn it!" Bellamy growled, as he fell flat on his behind again- like for the thousandth time! Every time he tried to get up, his knees and ankle gave out. Boy, he wished the Princess could check his injured ankle.
Besides him being injured, the well he was in, was very slippery. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get out."Stupid, wild boar!" he muttered angrily.
He almost caught the damn animal, but that's when he stepped on very soft soil. Bellamy realized it too late and when he took a step back, the ground under him had collapsed. This was most definitely a very weird well. He couldn't get up, but he crawled and found two tunnels from where he had landed. It was a good thing he was able to find little fish, insects and crawling animals to nibble on- that had kept him alive and some water from the well.
As he looked up, he saw that the sun was almost gone." Damn it!"
Soon, dusk will fall upon the Earth and he was still trapped in this shit hole. As a sigh escaped his lips, Bellamy closed his eyes. But at that very moment, he heard voices. It was Anya and her men! In an instant, his eyes snapped open and without hesitation, Bellamy grabbed his rifle and put on his 'war' face. He crawled towards the tunnel and lay on his stomach with his head up, and cocked the weapon that was in his hands.
"The trap worked." He heard a man's voice say.
"Get down there immediately and kill whoever you find, now!" a woman ordered.
In an instant, two huge men landed effortlessly on their feet near Bellamy…
Bellamy locked eyes with one of them and fired his weapon! The man staggered backwards and fell lifeless on the wet soil. Bellamy was just about to shoot at the second grounder, when the savage leaped at him with full force. Two strong, big hands were wrapped around Bellamy's neck in a blink. Bellamy fought with all of his strength, but the grounder was way too strong.
As they struggled, Bellamy attempted to suck some air into his lungs, but it was no use. The grounder squeezed shut his air ways, giving him absolutely no chance at all…
Bellamy fought for his life at that very moment, but he felt himself slipping away. At one point, he gave up, his hands no longer punching his opponent... The last thing that was on Bellamy's mind was her… the Princess… his brave Princess… Clarke- beautiful Clarke with her piercing blue eyes… Clarke, who was able to look into his eyes like she saw right through his heart and soul.
'Brave Princess.'
I still do not own The 100
And thank you for the reviews, faves, and follows.
J
