/ haunted/
• showing signs of mental anguish or torment
"She was fierce. She was strong, she wasn't simple. She was crazy and sometimes she barely slept. She always had something to say. She had flaws and that was okay. And when she was down she g...
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[PREVIOUSLY: Bellamy and Clarke head a devised plan that they hope will trick the grounders into making peace with Skikru. Clarke writes a list of the treaty's conditions and Finn, Jasper and Bellamy trek down to the river to find the answer to their all-important question: Will the grounders be willing to meet with them]?
SWISH. SWISH.
My silver blade sliced neatly through the air, the colour of the surrounding green-wood reflecting off it's sharp, jagged edge. I gripped the sturdy handle with both hands, trying to balance the weight of the metal as I made another forward vicious attack.
SWISH. SWISH.
I was small, but I was fast. I might not be a pro at handling this sort of weapon, but I could surprise my enemy and gain the upper hand if I had the chance.
SWISH. SWISH. THUMP.
"Urgh," I yelped out in annoyance as the sword slipped through my fingers and spun out across the ground. I doubled over and placed my hands on my knees as I heaved for breath. The sword felt more at home in my hand than a gun did, that was for sure, but becoming an expert at wielding it was proving no easy task.
"Snap," I muttered, rolling my eyes and shaking my head as I bent down to retrieve my weapon.
"Oi, Samurai, come and take a look at this!" Raven's sing-song voice echoed from across the camp.
I had to bite my lip to stop a chuckle from escaping. Samurai? That nickname was new.
Slowly, I sheathed my sword, prideful satisfaction swelling up within me. I had failed today. But I would try again tomorrow.
I trotted briskly over towards where I had heard Raven; discovering, moments later, that she was in the tent that we'd set up for the radio.
As I pushed the loose flap of canvas covering the tent opening aside, I widened my eyes at the sight before me. Raven was on her hands and knees, a large pile of bullets in front of her. In one hand she was pinching a single bullet between two fingers and in the other she sported a wrench.
"W-what are you doing?" I questioned laughingly.
Raven glanced up at me and smirked. "Before you say anything about Murphy, I got Harper to take over for me a bit earlier so I could do this."
"Yeah, well what is this, exactly?" I raised my eyebrows quizzically.
"I'm checking the gunpowder in these rounds so if the grounders try to kill us all, maybe we can get a few shots off beforehand," she shrugged.
My brow darkened and my fists clenched. I opened my mouth to speak but before I could voice what I was thinking, someone spoke up from behind me, "Hmm. That's intense. Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
