All or Nothing || Sequel to Running Through The Darkness (A 100 Fanfic)

Many Happy Returns (Part Two)

"Anya! We've been walking for hours. Where are we going?" Clarke groaned, being tugged along by the rope tied around her wrists.

"Quiet."

"Why not just kill me and get it over with?" Clarke inquired.

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

"So let's work together!" Clarke pulled on the rope, Anya turning around, "We don't have to be enemies."

"And unite with someone as weak as you? I have what I need." Anya spat, turning again as Clarke pulled on the rope, angering her more.
"Hey! We both want the same thing."

"Guys."

"Shush!" Anya pointed her finger at Violet, continuing to argue with Clarke.

"GET DOWN!" Violet yelled at them, grabbing both of their arms as she pulled them out of the way.
A dart hit the tree behind where they were just standing, green laser beams now darting around them.
"Run!" Anya whispered, pulling Clarke with her as Violet kept up with them.
The flourishing plants of the forest did no help in disguising Violets bright blue shirt, nor did it help them get where they were going faster.
They kept up running for only a few minutes before the three of them went to the right, down a hill at a walking pace.
Clarke's weight snapped a branch underneath her, as Anya groaned.
"Quiet! You can't even walk in the woods."
"If I'm such a burden then cut me loose."
"Heavy footfalls, broken branches, you even smell like them."
Anya turned, grabbing Violets hand as the three of them climbed up a steep hill, hidden by thick brush and trees, as they crouched down, watching the direction they came in.
A group of soldiers were walking through, inspecting every inch of the forest with their guns drawn.
Anya stood up, her back crouched below the bushes as she tugged on Anya's hand, leading her and Clarke down the back of the hill.
"Down."
A small stream of water interested Clarke as she knelt down, cupping some water in her hands.
"No. Not to drink."
Clarke sighed impatiently, letting the water loose from her hands, "Then why stop? We should be running!"

Anya scooped her hands through the water, splattering a handful of Clay and mud on Clarke's face.
"You reek. Cover yourself in it."
Violet took no hesitation in smearing mud and dirt across her clothes, making sure to get some on her face as well.
As gross and slimy as it was, whatever Anya said, goes.
The three of them all covered themselves in it, wiping it on each others backs.

"Come on." Anya stood up, trailing off to the right again as the other two followed behind her, one step after the other. "We should be there by nightfall."
Violet sighed a quiet sigh, following Anya through the woods, all of them pausing and hiding at the slightest of sounds. The woods went from dense green tops, and overgrown ripe berry bushes to dusky, podzol taiga land that was once green, to red and brown in the late summer.
After more and more waking, the three of them made their rest on top of the steep ridge, the three of them catching their breaths and keeping an eye out for the Mountain Men, who would soon be on their trail if their luck was still out.

"Oh, come on!" Violet sighed, seeing the group of men coming through the same trail they had just taken minutes ago.

"How are they still following us?" Clarke sighed, exhausted.
"Because of you. It's time to end this." Anya showed no emotion in her words, picking up, yet again, another bulky rock, and holding it up as if she would hit Clarke over the head with it.

"A-Anya! I'm stepping where you step. I'm covered in mud, we're not leaving a trail!"
"They're following something."
"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! Violet, you too! Check yourself."

Anya looked down at her arm, ripping the top of her sleeve, exposing a small inch long raised scar on her arm as she sighed.
"It's you," Clarke whispered, "Okay, I can remove it. But you need to untie my hands, and I need something sharp and sterile!"
Clarke turned, looking around for anything she could use.
Violet groaned, "I think that works too." She looked at Anya with a mix of disgust and amazement- having seen her use her teeth to bite out the small chip in her forearm, her teeth and arm now covered in her blood as she spit it into the dirt.
"I will not go back there."