"What the hell?" Bellamy exclaimed in horror as his eyes lay on Miles. "Where's Finn and Clarke?"

"The Grounders took them. They took me too, but, I killed a few of them and now I'm back here," she explained quickly before groaning in pain.

"Loxy," Octavia breathed as she placed two fingers on her thigh, scarlet liquid soaking her skin. "They got you bad," her voice was filled with empathy.

"I'll be fine. Help me get Miles back to camp and—" she gasped as Bellamy unexpected picked her up, holding her the same way as the night he found her the first time she was taken.

Raven and Octavia casted questionable glances, but Bellamy just shook his head at them. "You got him?" He asked the two girls, gesturing to Miles.

Loxy allowed herself to ease in Bellamy's arms, resting her head on his forearm. Her eyes gazed up at his freckle-stained face. "Including Grounders, I've killed twelve people," she murmured sadly. "Thirteen if they didn't save Anya."

"Their deaths are not your fault," Bellamy attempted to assure her. "You do what you have to survive. Whatever it takes to come back to me." His gentle voice wrapped her in a warm blanket, causing a smile to spread on her lips.

"Nothing you can say will convince me of that," she uttered, snuggling closer into his chest. "But I can see you'll never get tired of trying."

Back at camp, Loxy immediately went into full doctor mode, digging through her brain to try and remember the few things Abby had taught her. She could feel Bellamy's eyes on her as she darted around the drop ship, doing her best to help Miles.

"You should be taking care of yourself," Bellamy urged her quietly from where he stood.

"All I can really do for myself is bandage it up and make sure it doesn't get infected. Miles needs more tending to," she answered without a look over her shoulder. "I swear to God if these arrows have poison on them."

"Look at me," Bellamy suddenly snapped, his hand moving her chin to face him. His brown eyes looked more serious than before. It reminded her of how solemn he used to be to her when they first landed. "He's a lost cause."

"You said the same thing about Jasper," she grunted and pulled away from his touch. "He's perfectly fine now. Although Monty isn't. And neither is Clarke or Finn."

"I promise we'll go after them in the morning. For now we need to stay in camp and work on the land mines and foxholes. And I need to stay here and make sure you don't hurt yourself even more by spending all your time on a boy who's halfway dead."

"What is your issue?" Loxy suddenly growled, glowering at him. "I bet if Miles was a girl you wouldn't be having these problems, huh?"

Her words made his gaze become more intense. "I can tell he likes you. He was practically drooling over you as you left camp and you let him."

"Miles knows that I'm with you!" She shouted defensively. "After everything I'm pretty sure everyone knows we share something together. Even if he did like me, you think I would feel the same? You really don't trust me?" Her voice was at a breaking point.

"I trust you. But only you. What he could've done—"

"Oh shut up, Bellamy! You're acting like a clingy, stereotypical boyfriend!" She spat, folding her arms. "I'm trying to save his life, whether he liked me or not. I won't let him die without trying just because you didn't like the way he looked at me."

"I'm only trying to protect you," he mumbled, suddenly finding the ground more interesting to look at.

"I'm not the one that needs protecting." Tears cascaded down her cheeks as a thought struck her mind. "I'm the one that needs protecting from. I've killed so many people and if we were to keep at this, I would lose control and probably kill you."

"No," Bellamy rushed over to her and tried grabbing her hand, only to be sent reeling back against the wall. "Loxy, you're not a monster!"

"No. I am. And I must embrace what I've become," she muttered before turning around to face Miles again. Her eyes darkened as she placed her hands on his warm neck. His pulse was faint, like a baby bird desperately trying to soar.

She twisted his neck, breaking it and instantly feeling the distant beating stop. The sound of Bellamy's breathing halted, making her turn to stare at him. "Fourteen," she hissed.

To anyone, it may have sounded like she was just blurting out numbers, but Bellamy knew exactly what it meant. Fourteen people.

Fourteen people she had killed.

~

Guilt rained down on her like hellfire as she reached the deep undergrowth. She had killed Miles, and for what? To prove a point? Telling Clarke that her best friend killed an innocent boy who could've been saved is a perfect welcoming card for when she returns.

All she could see was his face in her mind. His voice ringing in her ears. He just wanted to get closer to her, and she shut him out without hesitation. And she was the one to shove him into the arms of death. "I'm sorry..." she whispered, her voice croaking under the pain.

She fell into a troubled sleep, her back against a tree and her head facing an unknown forest. One filled with the blood of others and murderous Grounders.

Blinding white light greeted Loxy's gaze as she opened her eyes slowly. Her entire body was numb, the only thing she could feel was her own hot tears spilling down her face.

"You did good today," Abby's sophisticated voice was a distant mumble in her ears. "I'll walk you back to your cell."

"Can I at least go walk for a bit?" She pleaded, wincing at the feeling of the straps scratching her skin. "I don't wanna go back there yet." Her own, petrified thirteen year old voice was speaking.

Abby gave her a reluctant look before blinking and nodding. "How about I introduce you to someone today?"

"A person?" She breathed, sitting up at incredibly slow speed. "Who?"

"Her name is Clarke," she responded, fiddling with her tablet for a few quick moments. "She's my daughter."

"Clarke? That's a pretty name," she commented slowly, bewildered at the fact that Abby had a daughter.

"She's only eleven but, I'm sure she and Wells would welcome you into their pack," her faint smile could be seen behind her chestnut locks of hair.

"Wells? You mean—"

"Chancellor of Earth," a strikingly familiar voice cut her off.

Murphy was strutting towards Wells and Loxy, and they were back on the Ground the day they landed.

"You think that's funny?" Wells fired back, his eyes narrowing at the scrawny-framed boy.

"No," Murphy snickered. "What I think is funny is that your friend Little Red Riding Hood fell in love with you." He pointed at her accusingly with his knife, only it was stained with blood. "Only for her to end up being the reason you're dead."

Loxy snapped her head towards Wells, screaming when she found his dead body now sprawled out on the ground. His dark red blood stained the soil. "No..."

His eyes popped open again, sending a ferocious look right at here. "You will kill us all."

The loud boom of a gunshot made Loxy spring up, a short gasp escaping her lips. She forced herself up, ignoring the throbbing pain in her leg. Slowly, she made her way to the camp wall, where the gunshot was fired.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Bellamy's sharp voice sounded, his head popping up as he stormed over to one of his men.

"S-Sorry," he stuttered, messily getting to his feet. "I must've fallen asleep. I've been on watch all day." His voice was trembling with fear as Bellamy grabbed his shoulders.

"We've all been all watch all day!" He yelled angrily, slamming the boy against a tree. "That bullet was one last dead Grounder."

"Stop it!" Loxy screeched, coming up behind him and shoving Bellamy off the terrified boy. "You're scaring people."

"They should be scared! The bomb on the bridge bought us some time, but that time is up!" He growled, pushing her harder than he's done before.

She lightly gasped as she tumbled backward, her head hitting the back of another tree. Glancing at Bellamy, he was staring at her. Something in his eyes wavered but was quickly replaced with fury again.

"The Grounders are waiting for us to leave so they can pick us off one by one! Finn, Clarke, and Monty are gone! Probably dead by now," he scoffed.

Loxy felt her heart twist with sympathy as she watched Raven and Jasper's face contort with pain at his words. Bellamy had no right to stand and face the hundred, saying their friends were dead when he didn't know.

"He's right," she cut in, "the Grounders are out there." She bit down on her bottom lip angrily before continuing. "But I don't believe our friends dead. They all have skills that can be useful to them. Otherwise the Grounders wouldn't just take them."

All eyes were on her now, some even beginning to murmur their agreement.

"Times are tough right now, Bellamy," she spat, turning on her heel to face him again. "But that doesn't mean you let your paranoia take over. Your fear is controlling you right now because you're yelling out nonsense."

His eyes sunk to the ground, his jaw clenching and unclenching in reaction.

"We need to stand together more than ever right now. Which means that we can't have a tyrant yell out orders and not do any work to help his people." She snapped, narrowing her eyes at Bellamy. "We will work together to finish building the foxholes and landmines. I will help all of you."

In the true silence of the night, she walked over to a small patch of boys and accepted a shovel from them. Then, she began digging, working on the foxhole they had started. Slowly, work began around her too.

People were shooting grateful looks at her, and Bellamy was nowhere to be seen.

After an hour of work, Jasper approached her with a anxious look on his face. "Hey, Loxy," he mumbled with a nervous tone.

"What's wrong, Jasper?" She asked, wiping her brow and sticking her shovel in the soft soil.

"Can you come with me? To talk to Bellamy?" He murmured softly, scratching the back of his neck. "We need to convince him to go after Clarke, Finn, and Monty." His head rose slowly, his earth-colored eyes stained with tears. "My best friend is out there."

"Okay," she answered gradually, wiping her palmy hands. "I'll do my best, but you know how Bellamy is."

Together, the two of them crept into the drop ship. Loxy was filled with relief to see Miles's dead body was gone, meaning Bellamy had disposed of it. Right then and there, at thought of the boy she killed, she wanted to sink into the floor. But she continued forward to face Bellamy.

"You think I don't wanna go after them too?" He snapped, facing her before she could even reach him. Hurt filled his voice. "It looks like you don't trust me either."

Loxy blinked, hoping it would prevent the tears from coming. "If it was you out there, you think I would hide behind these walls? You think Clarke, Finn, and Monty would stay behind and leave you?"

"No," he answered. "But you'd all go out, and then you'd be dead too." His chin faltered as he fought back tears. "I'm trying to do what's best for the group."

Jasper scoffed, slamming his gun down on the table. "Funny you didn't think that way when Octavia and Loxy went missing," he growled harshly.

"Where are you going?" Bellamy demanded.

"More gunpowder for your landmines, sir," Jasper hissed with a insincere salute, clambering up the ladder.

"You of all people should know that I'm only doing what I think is right," Bellamy spoke to her now, but she wasn't listening.

Loxy was eyeing the table where Miles had laid unconsciously on, unaware that the girl he'd develop feelings for was about to kill him. She said nothing aloud as she walked over to it, sitting down on the edge as if she were mourning an invisible body on it. Thinking about it, that's exactly what she was doing.

"Loxy, why did you kill him?" Bellamy whispered, standing right behind her. His shadow enveloped her in darkness.

"Because I'm a killer, and that's what killers do. They murder people without second thought," she answered wryly.

She walked out of the dropship with turning back, feeling hot tears spill down her cheeks.

"Loxy, no!" Bellamy called out, grabbing her arm. She was pulled into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around her torso protectively. "You killed him because you don't want people to love you."

"Then why haven't I killed you?" She whispered into his chest fearfully.

"Because you love me too," he responded, his breathing tickling her hair.

The sound of a short scream came from the dropship, making them both turn their heads. "Jasper," Loxy whispered before bolting inside.

She was horrified to see Murphy pointing the gun right at Jasper's head