SPLIT | The 100 | 2 [ON HOLD]

The 48

Demetria stood still, paralyzed with fear of what she had done. She looked at where the dagger was embedded in her friend before rushing over to his side.

"Cyrus!" She spoke with emotion as tears ran down her face. She already lost so much, she couldn't bear to lose anyone else. Cyrus sat on the ground, his body leant up against a tree as he was holding his side. Blood managed to seep through his fingers dripping onto the grass. Immediately Demetria placed her hand firm on the wound area and Cyrus hissed.

"I'm so sorry. I thought you were a grounder." Cyrus glared at Demetria, "well a grounder who was out to kill me."

"It's fine, just need to get a fire started, heat up my blade and then fix me up." Cyrus explained through the pain. He gritted his teeth as he spoke but never blamed Demetria for the incident.

Out of nowhere a gunshot penetrated the ears of the two, turning their attention towards the dropship. "We need to get you to Clarke. She can fix you up properly." Demetria stated turning her attention back to the wounded soldier.

He just shook his head. "Are you kidding? Your people despise mine. They rather see me dead. After all what's one more dead grounder after killing 300."

Demetria observed how Cyrus reacted to the dropship bomb. She saw how upset he was which made her feel guilty. It was her idea after all to weaponize the hydrazine.

"Trust me when I say this." Cyrus and Demetria stared into each other's eyes, "they're not gonna hurt you. Clarke and Finn know about Lincoln and he saved their lives a couple times. You saved mine from being tortured to death. Let me now help to save you."

Cyrus was hesitant but soon enough he gave a faint nod before Demetria helped him to stand. He grunted through the motion but nevertheless stood tall, never wavering. Demetria noticed that with all grounders it seemed, they didn't like to show weakness. Must be a thing they learned when being trained for war. "This wouldn't have happened if you saw my signal. You would be safe and I wouldn't have been stabbed."

"The flash of light was you?" Cyrus nodded whilst struggling to walk. Demetria took one of his arms and placed it over her shoulders helping him. "If only I was strong enough to carry you, you wouldn't be in pain right now."

"It doesn't hurt that much." Cyrus turned his head towards the girl and forced a smile, "I've been through worse. Trust me."

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The sight of camp was worse than anything Demetria could have dreamed. The ground was black with ash and soaked with blood. Skeletons were scattered across the camp which caused a sick feeling to grow within her. She had hoped that both her brother and Finn got out safely.

Demetria glanced up at Cyrus to see how he was dealing with all the death but again his head was held high as he kept walking towards the dropship. "We should not dwell on the past" is all he said.

When they entered the dropship, Demetria was taken aback by the sight before her. Raven was across the room, her eyes were almost black and her skin was pale. She looked like a living corpse. Then Demetrias eyes landed on Murphy who looked like he had a rough night with the Grounders. His leg was bleeding, his face was scarred which almost made the girl feel bad for him. Demetria led Cyrus over to the left wall, setting him down carefully before heading over to Murphy.

"What the Hell is he-"

Before he could finish his sentence Demetria had punched him right in his smug face. "You bitch! You have the audacity to come back here where you tried to hang Bellamy! Where you betrayed our friendship! Where you left us without any gunpowder for weapons! You... you should be dead!"