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"Guess we got more in common than meets the eye, huh?" Bellamy asked Wells as we continued into the woods.

We had been trailing behind Finn and Clarke for a while now, and the whole time it seemed like all Wells was looking at was the blonde. I wouldn't have been surprised if he had tripped over, that's how much he was staring.

Wells seemed almost disgusted at the thought, "We have nothing in common."

Although I was inclined to agree - Wells appeared to have a heart, for instance - but I was intrigued to see where Bellamy was going with this insinuation.

"No? Both came down here to protect someone we love."

Wells went to disagree, but Bellamy was quick to smile, "Your secret's safe with me." Secret? Was I not supposed to be listening in on this conversation?

Oh well.

Bellamy continued his mind games, "'Course, for you it's worse. With Finn around, Clarke doesn't even see you. It's like you're not even here."

He then walked off, smirking as he did.

"Don't listen to him, Wells. He's just being an ass for the sake of it," I tried to console.

Wells' jaw clicked as he looked over to me, "I have no idea what you're talking about." He walked faster to leave me behind.

Was everyone sent to the ground a dick? Seriously, you try to be nice to someone.

And honestly, it was obvious he liked her, so why was he being so cagey about it?

As we walked forward, Clarke and Finn were coming back to meet with us. Something had happened; they wouldn't have turned back unless they had found something.

"What's going on?" I asked, feeling bile rise in my throat. If they found his body, I think I was going to be sick.

Clarke looked at Finn nervously, who bit his lip, before turning to me and holding something up. In his hand was a pair of oversized goggles. Goggles which didn't belong to him.

"They're Jasper's," I mumbled as I quickly grabbed them. Holding them in front of my face, I could see my reflection in the spots that weren't covered in dirt. "Thank you," I said to Finn, remembering my manners. Just because we were criminals, didn't mean we had to act like it.

Finn nodded, "He's out there somewhere, and we're going to find him."

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I reexamined the goggles; there was blood on them. I hope Finn was right, because this wasn't adding any sparks to my hope that he would be out there somewhere.

Clarke and Finn took the lead again, but not without any attempted defiance from Murphy. "Hey, how do we even know this is the right way?"

"We don't," Bellamy chipped in. "Spacewalker thinks he's a tracker."

Well's took it upon himself to reply to Finn, "It's called 'cutting sign'. Fourth-year Earth skills. He's good."

"Of course Finn knows what he's doing," I said. "Blake just likes to think that he's better than everyone else."

"'Blake?'" Bellamy smirked, watching me. I just rolled my eyes. He had to make a joke out of everything.

Finn shook his head, "Do you guys want to keep it down or should I paint a target on your backs?"

He was right, but there was no need for the sass. We all did as we were told and allowed Finn to do his thing. He stopped at a certain bush near us, where some of the thinner limbs were snapped. He then knelt down to the stones below it, which appeared to be stained with blood.

Wells wasn't wrong - Finn was good at this.

Clarke lowered down to be beside him, and they exchanged looks. They almost seemed to be having some private conversation between themselves. And apparently, I wasn't the only one who had picked up on this.

"See," Bellamy leaned towards Wells so that Clarke and Finn wouldn't hear. "You're invisible."

I wanted to say something to Wells and Bellamy - two very different statements, keep in mind - but was interrupted by a noise coming from what sounded like not too far off in the distance.

It didn't sound like an animal though, more like a human. A human in pain.

"What the hell was that?" Murphy asked.

Clarke looked concerned, which only made me more worried. "Now would be a good time to take out that gun," she instructed Bellamy.

For the first time since we had arrived on the ground, Bellamy took orders from someone who wasn't himself, retrieving the gun from his waistband. Crouching down, we all began to make our way towards the sound slowly.

As we grew closer the sound began to become clearer. It sounded like moaning from what I could make out.

When we reached the tree line they all stopped, I was at the back, so I had yet to see what had them all so quiet. "What is it?" I asked.

Clarke looked at me, her face rippled with concern, "Theo, I don't think you should-"

The way she was talking and acting only had me more curious, so I stepped around her to see what the fuss was about. In the middle of the small clearing ahead of us was a tree which had twisted and wicked looking limbs protruding from the trunk, layered with thick green moss. And tied against the cruel tree with vines, bleeding steadily, was one of my best friends.

"Jasper!" I gasped, before rushing ahead to get to him as soon as possible.

I could hear the others calling my name as I ran forward, but I just ignored them. Jasper needed my help.

Unfortunately, a couple metres out from the tree, Finn grabbed my arm, "You need to wait. There's no way they just tied him to a tree and walked away. Something is off."

Taking a few breaths and understanding what he was saying, I nodded, but I didn't take my eyes off of Jasper. His head was lolled against one of the branches, his eyes shut and his hands bound above his head. The spear was gone, but his chest was still covered in blood. How was he still alive right now?

"What the hell is this?" Bellamy asked, right before it happened.

Clarke had been walking ahead, not watching where she was going. The ground she had stepped onto wasn't ground at all, it was dug out, with leaves and branches to disguise it.

Just as she fell, she got a hold of Bellamy's arm, and he grabbed onto the wristband.

"Clarke!" Finn shouted as he made his way over. "Get her up!"

Neither of them moved, just staring.

"Pull her up! Pull her up! Get her! Pull her up!" Finn shouted repeatedly, but Bellamy still didn't do anything.

When Bellamy still didn't move to help Clarke, I waved for the boys to follow my lead. Running over to Bellamy, I reached down beside him and grabbed onto Clarke's arm, helping to lift her. The boys all did the same, getting in at any angle to be able to reach her.

With the added strength, we managed to lift her out within moments, helping her safely to her feet.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Clarke breathed out as she looked down to where we had retrieved her from. The hole they had dug out was deep, and there were multiple wooden pikes sticking out. If Clarke had fallen she would've been impaled for sure.

And if Finn hadn't grabbed onto me, I probably would've ended up down there.

"Thank you," I whispered to him. I was thanking him a lot today. He nodded in recognition, one side of his mouth tilting in a smile before he focused back on Clarke.

"We need to get him down," Clarke stated between breaths, staring at the tree.

Walking around to get a better vantage point on how to get Jasper down, I nodded, "Couldn't agree more, Clarke. Can someone get over here, I think I found a way to him."

Finn followed me, "I'll climb up there and cut the vines."

Wells then stepped up also, "Yeah, yeah, I'm with you."

"No," I said, shaking my head. "I appreciate the fact that you want to help, but you and your bum leg aren't going to be any help if you can't even hold your own body weight."

I went to help Finn, but he shook his head. "No, you both should stay. Theo, stay with Clarke. Wells, watch him."

He nodded towards Bellamy, who scoffed at the boy.

"You," He gestured to Murphy. "Let's go."

He looked to Bellamy as if asking for permission. Bellamy bobbed his head, so Murphy went.

I couldn't figure Bellamy out; one minute he was having a joke, then he was being an ass, and then he was just being silent.

At least I could read Octavia.

"There's a poultice on his wound," Clarke mumbled, eyes squinted as she looked at Jasper.

My eyes searched Jasper's chest, spotting what Clarke was referring to. Right where the spear had hit, was a mound of some green mud-looking stuff. How had I not spotted that before?

"Medicine?" Wells questioned. "Why would they save his life just to string him up as live bait?"

He had a point. This didn't make any sense; so what were the Grounders trying to accomplish?

"Maybe what they're trying to catch likes its dinner to be breathing," Bellamy suggested. Would he ever shut up?

"Maybe what they're trying to catch is us," Finn said from the base of the tree. He and Murphy were examining the binding, trying to figure out the safest way to get Jasper down without causing any pain or further injury to him.

Combing my fingers through my hair, I looked up in frustration, "Can we please get a move on, then? If someone is waiting to kill us, we need to get him out of here."

Finn nodded in reassurance, before he and Murphy began to climb the tree. They got on either side of Jasper and began to saw at the vines which bound him to the tree with knives. Unfortunately, he was still unconscious, so he wasn't really of any help to them.

"Hurry up, Murphy," Finn instructed, still cutting at the vines.

Clarke stood beside me, her face contorted in concern. I couldn't tell whether she was more worried about Jasper or Finn.

"Be careful."

A growl echoed through the forest and the clearing, rumbling lowly.

"What the hell was that?" Murphy asked, quickly surveying our surroundings.

We all spun on the spot, trying to locate the epicentre of the noise. All I could see was foliage, and nothing seemed to stand out.

"Grounders?" Bellamy questioned.

"I kind of hope so, because I don't want to know what else that could've been," I admitted, taking a step away from the sound. We still didn't know what the skull belonged to, and after seeing that two headed deer we really couldn't know what to expect.

We all watched as a panther-like animal came creeping out of the tree line, it's snout wrinkled in a wicked snarl. It didn't stop when it saw us, just kept growing closer and closer.

"Bellamy," I whispered, "I think you should consider getting your gun out."

He examined me with wide eyes, before his hands began to search his waistband for the weapon. "It's gone," he told me quickly.

"What do you mean it's-"

And then a bullet was fired. Three of them, each shot sounding with a loud crack, causing me to cover my ears. Wells had stolen Bellamy's gun and was now pointing it at the creature who had been preparing to attack us.

Wells managed to hit it, but that only seemed to piss it off. It got to the bushes surrounding us and camouflaged itself within the foliage.

"Where is it?" I asked, turning in circles and looking for any sign of movement.

Wells had gone over to Clarke, standing in front of her with Bellamy's gun at the ready. When we saw movement near Bellamy, Wells prepared himself to fire the weapon if need be.

The whole area fell silent, everyone waiting for something to happen. I could hear my heart thumping inside my chest, and I hoped the animal wouldn't come and rip it out. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, just in time to scream Bellamy's name as the animal leapt out of the bushes. He turned around, but he wasn't fast enough.

Thankfully, Wells was. He shot the animal without hesitation, hitting it with precision this time. Bellamy had his hands up to protect himself as the animal thumped to the ground.

Taking cautious steps, I moved closer to it. It looked kind of like a cat, but much larger, and definitely not as cute as the pictures I had seen of cats. This thing was black and it's eyes even darker, taking heavy breaths as it eyed Bellamy.

Wells pulled the trigger over and over again but nothing happened, he had used all of the ammo. Bellamy didn't look too pleased to hear the empty cartridges, but Wells did just save his life so. . .

Bellamy looked over at us, his breathing heavy, eyes unafraid. "Now she sees you," he said to Wells as the boy dropped the gun onto the ground, staring at the thing he had just killed, before looking over his shoulder at Clarke.

"Great," I breathed out, pointing to the tree. "Now can we please get him out of there before any more of those decide to show up?"