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

Human Trials

"Spread out, they can't have gone far!"
"Ground One, one in custody, one deceased."

Violet cupped her hand over her mouth, trying to stay quiet as she sobbed. Deceased? Who was dead? Violet exhaled after hearing the footsteps grow farther and farther away, as she slid down the tree she was standing behind, her knees to her chest as she sat with her head down.

It couldn't be Clarke, right? Clarke was fine when she left and ran into the woods towards their right, and she hadn't seen the extent of Anya's wounds so could it be someone else they shot who died? Maybe Anya and Clarke were alive and looking for her.

The thoughts kept encircling Violets head, keeping her so occupied she didn't notice that the sun was peaking through the horizon, and she could actually see more than three feet in front of her.

She stood up shakily, holding herself up against the tree as she took a few steps forward, almost passing out from the pain radiating down her leg.

"I can do this." She whispered to herself, taking more steps into the woods until she could ignore the pain, and it became bearable for the time being.

The trees were turning from bright green, to shades of red and orange, as fall was approaching.

"I got something moving in the east woods."
Violet nearly jumped out of her skin, standing tight against the tree, holding her breath.

"Crap, crap, crap!" She whispered to herself, shuffling into the woods to left, hoping that would be an easy escape.

"Who's there? Come out!"

Before Violet could so much as blink, three gunshots rang out in her direction, as she screamed and took off running. The adrenaline coursing through her body carried her, as she jumped over countless tree roots, shrubs and other obstacles in her path. A few times she caught her foot on something and nearly tripped face first into the damp soil, instead catching herself and only ending up with scrapes and cuts on the bottoms of her feet- not having shoes for the past two days did nothing for how sore her legs were from both running, and being shot.

Three more gunshots echoed as Violet lost her footing and slid down a ledge, her back slamming into the dirt as she groaned, crawling beneath some under brush as she collapsed into the dirt. She stayed there, winded and sore from running, trying to find some sort of direction as to where she was- and should she be here? Could there be a grounder army trotting through the woods nearby, ready to murder her at any second? Perhaps the guards from earlier were out on patrol, looking for her. Acid fog could come rolling in any second, and she would have no where to take shelter. She would die the same horrible death as Atom. She thought back to the weeks beforehand- when her, Wells, Clarke, and Finn were stranded by the river, having to hide in the abandoned vehicle, waiting for the acid fog to pass over them. It was once they got home and Violet woke up that she found the news of Atoms death. He had been caught in the acid fog, not having any sort of shelter, becoming victim to a blistery, aching, excruciating death that all in all killed him from the inside out, his lungs so harshly burned that it hurt to breathe.

"Crunch!"

Violets heart nearly exploded out of her chest as something snapped in the distance from where she had been running. She panicked, rolling onto her stomach as she crawled out from underneath the foliage, running again. They must have been behind her- the men with guns. Probably guards from the Ark who thought she must have been a grounder.   

"HEY!" somebody yelled, probably someone pursuing her. Hearing the voice, Violet glanced behind her, not seeing anyone as she chose to keep running to be on the safe side. The trees were now just a blur of green and browns, some blues peeking through, just as they had done when she was running some forty days ago, from the grounders, for the first time. Only that time, she had her friends to keep her safe, and she wasn't alone.

Being alone was too triggering for Violet. She felt that being alone made her constantly over aware of her surroundings, everything was clear to her, even the small cracks in the ceiling of her cell room, that no one else would care to notice. For a seven year old girl in unfamiliar territory, being alone wasn't just awful. It was terrifying, one of the worst fears Violet had was being alone.

"AOUGH!"

Violet slammed into something, or rather someone, knocking both herself and the other person down, as she curled up into a ball out of panic, screaming as she begged for whoever she ran into not to kill her. "I'M SORRY! PLEASE- PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" She laid on her side with her hands up, her eyes shut out of fear of seeing what could possibly be another ugly, smelly reaper ready to bash her head in with a rock within the next few moments. "STOP!" She screamed, fighting off whoever hands were grabbing her arms.

"HEY, HEY! VIOLET LOOK AT ME!" the person shouted, a sense of panic in their voice too.

Violet opened her eyes, coming face to face with what was now nothing close to a threat. She screamed, practically launching herself over their shoulder as she burst into tears, "MURPHY!"

"You're okay! You're okay, Violet." He held onto Violet, his arms squeezing her as he looked up, Finn, Bellamy, Clarke, and Octavia were all staring at the both of them.

Finn's eyes were glistening, and he looked like he were to burst into tears at any given moment. "Finn." Clarke whispered, holding her hand to his shoulder. "I just killed a village of grounders, I thought they had her." his voice shook. "I-its okay, she's right here. Okay? Go get your girl."

"Look, look." Murphy whispered, pointing to Finn and Clarke, kneeling down besides him as Violet looked at the two of them, sinking into Murphys hug.

"Violet, where the hell were you?" Clarke put her hand on her shoulder as she shrieked, and hugged Murphy tighter.

"Clarke, you're scaring her." Octavia knelt down besides Murphy, looking at the condition Violet was in, "She's in shock."

"How can you tell?" Finn spoke, looking at Violet, and back up to Octavia. "There's a bullet wound on her leg, and she just ran straight into Murphy. I can tell you from experience you aren't running on a bullet wound unless you can't feel it."

"Violet? Who shot you?" Bellamy asked her, earning no response as Murphy repeated the same question. "Who shot you?"

"The guards."

"They shot Clarke too." Octavia spoke. "We need to get her back to camp, she's shaking. We don't know the extent of her injuries. She needs to be treated properly, and we can't do that here."

"How the hell do we get her in? If they shot her trying to get in because she looked like a grounder, what are they gonna do if they see us carrying a grounder in?" Bellamy objected to the idea, turning his heads to the others.

"I didn't think of that." Clarke sighed, "I mean, my mom was there to spot me."

"Yeah, and? Her parents are dead, smart one." Murphy argued, "We carry her in, nobody in their right minds gonna shoot a seven year old in broad daylight, especially if I'm carrying her."

"Alright that works out then. Let's get a move on, we don't have much time before nightfall."