Bellamy finally stitches up my arm, grumbling every time i gave him my expert guidance.
"Would you just shut up?" He mumbles. I scoff. After a few minutes he's finally done and wraps a cloth around my arm, which again i advised him to do. Just as he moves to the door, my mind reminds me of something and i stop him.
"Wait." He turns around and raises his eyebrow. "Where's Octavia? Is she alright?"
"She's none of your concern. Stay away from her, or you'll have me to deal with." He states simply.
"What's up your ass today?" I say. He looks taken aback, but then grimaces.
"Quite frankly, you are."
"I'm pretty sure that's your own head." I wasn't gonna back down, but i forced my remarks to the back of my head. He was the only person i know that could help me. I sigh.
"Look…" I search for his name in my mind, until i let out a frustration sigh. "I forgot your name."
"Sergeant Blake."
"Woah, shit-" I stop myself, yet again. "Ehrm. Thank you for your help back there with Lexa. Sergeant Blake."
"You don't have to thank me." Modesty? From this guy? "I wasn't doing it for you. It was for the mission."
Nope. Still an ass. And with that, he's gone. I'm left, wide eyed in my cabin.
I thank the lords above i was wearing tights today. My dark green jacket had become even darker with stains of blood and dirt, and my black shirt was somewhat comfortable. I hung my jacket on the chair and slipped into the bed. Surprisingly, it didn't feel as jagged as it looked. The covers were made of fur, which looked unpleasant to use, but felt like a warm bubble bath.
Needless to say, sleep didn't come easy, but even my brain had to give up at some point. As the waves became softer, their war cries turning into a soft lullaby that eventually lulled me to sleep.
I wake from my sleep abruptly from the sound of a horn. Hurried feet scuttle outside and shouts rifle through the air. Were we being attacked? Did the Mountain Men come for us? For me? Fear strikes me like a spear, and despite the cold air, i start to sweat underneath my covers. I quickly throw away the covers. I take a deep breath, walk towards the door, curse myself for doing this and I stumble outside. It was still dark, but couldn't tell what time it was.
I look around. No one lives around here, but all the noise is coming from behind my cabin. I walk towards it, bracing myself for whatever might happen. The shouting gets louder as i get closer to the glow of the fire that's hidden by cabins. As i approach i hear something unexpected; laughter. I scrunch my brow. What?
The laughter grows louder, as my anger rises. They force me here, slit open my arm, send me off to do some quest, expect me to save them and they can't grant me a whole night's SLEEP? I storm over there. I won't have it. I bustle through the trees and cabins until i see them;
A whole squad of men. Not just any men. They were men who were not from the tribe, but somehow worked here. Men like Bellamy. They held bottles and stumbled around, drunk as i suspected. I'm not afraid to show that i exist.
I get closer and when i'm two meters away from them, i clear my throat and fold my arms. They all of a sudden stop and turn their attention two me, blinking rapidly. I watch as the men scan me from head to toe, and i feel the situation actually seep down in my brain. Dammit Clarke.
"Listen to me." I say low and clear. "You guys want me to save your asses from the mountain men right? How do you expect me to do that when i don't have enough sleep? Huh?"
One of the men, chiseled face and stubble with green orbs for eyes walks up to me, a little too close for my liking.
"Having trouble sleeping? Maybe i could help with that." He smirked, as the men behind him laugh wildly. I cast a murderous glance at them, to which i earn silence and straight faces. Then i look back at this guy in front of me.
"Maybe, you could just shut up and let me sleep, that would be great." I smiled sweetly. The smirk on his face grew.
"Feisty, are we?" He reaches to touch my arm. I have a better use for it though. I punch him right across the jaw. He doubles over, eyes wide with disbelief. A sense of pride swells across me, and probably shows on my face as well. It immediately disappears when he turns back and grimaces at me. My smile fades and nerves trickle in.
I do the one thing i'm good at. I run. I hear him running wildly behind me and the other men howling with laughter as i zip past the cabins and trees. I don't know where i'm going, but i run. Eventually i lose him. It surprises me how huge this place really is. I couldn't tell. I sigh with relief.
Just then, my heavy breaths are cut short. A camp clamps my mouth and an arm wires itself tightly around my waist. I try to scream and struggle out of his grip, but his grip just tightens. My heart sinks and i admit to being afraid. I look around wildly, for a person, a weapon, anything. Nothing. Just grass. He turns me around and pins me against the cabin, those sea green eyes now beginning to look ghastly.
He scowls and then comes close to my ear. His breath hot and his lips moist as they brush against my ear.
"I want you to apologize." I swallow back a gag that forms in my throat. I nod. He slowly removes his hand from his mouth. It's then when i notice his men are crowded behind them, their knives glinting in the moonlight, smirks on their faces.
"I-" My breath catches in my throat. I mentally slap myself for sounding so weak. "Go to hell." I spit. I lift my knee and bash his crotch. He grunts in pain and i make a run for it, but one of his men get a hold of my shirt and pull me back. I scream as i land on my back, injuring my arm further. I look up to see the faces of these men, towering above me. I'm stuck. Green eyes appears.
"Let's have some fun tonight, boys." He snickers. The horror strikes me and i scream my loudest, tears pouring out my eyes. They clamp my mouth shut. But then all of a sudden i hear a familiar voice.
"HEY!" He growls. I turn, my head slightly. Though my vision is blurred by my tears, i would recognize that head anywhere. My head felt lighter as the men immediately distanced themselves from me. It was none other than Sergeant Blake.