Up.

                Down.

                Up.

                Down.

                I couldn’t move, but I could feel as my body lifted up and down, though I was unsure of the cause. It was faster than walking; I was not being carried. My mind, awake now though my body was not, raced through the recent memories, trying to piece everything together. Before the memories made their way in, I discovered the current situation that I was in; leaned back against a rough body; armour. My legs were spread over the warm back of a horse.

                “Mmm…” I tried to speak, but my lips and tongue failed to assist.

                No reply came from the person behind me.

                My vision began to return, and the horse came to a slow trot. Fires burned all around; small but numerous. My eyes focused on the black figures that were walking around, or sharpening knives beside the warm glow of the fires. In my mind, it reminded me of an old history book I had read in my schooling years; war camps often sat out like this, moving in closer to their target before striking. My stomach churned and twisted. The horse stopped the trot and the man lifted me up, handing me to another man on the ground.

                I groaned again, but they seemed to neglect me.

                I felt my feet hit the soft mossy ground below me, and I was almost able to stand, but still leaned on the Grounder who was holding me up. I saw a woman with sharp features stalk through the hoard of Grounders, stopping only a foot away from me, then looking me up and down.

                “She’s the one?” She asked quizzically.

                “The blonde, leader, right?” The male who had been on the horse asked. “Their male leader was with her in the forest.” A snicker followed, suggesting that he had seen everything with me and Bell.

                “Yes, but is she the leader?” The woman asked.

                “Ask her, Anya.” The man suggested, but he seemed to wither as Anya glared at him.

                “You, what is your name?” She asked.

                “A…. Ava.” I groaned, deciding to be honest with these people.

                “You are the leader, of the camp?” She asked.

                I wondered what answer would save me, keep me alive. If I told them that I was not the leader, believing that they were referring to Clarke who was also blonde, they might off me right then. But if I told them I was the leader, would they use that to get all my secret out? Would they torture me like we had Lincoln?

                I shook my head, “We do not have leaders, we work together, we just want to survive.”

                She slapped me hard, but I could hardly feel it due to the tranquilizer that was still in my system.

                “Don’t bother lying, we’ve been watching you since you arrived.”

                “We are all criminals that they sent down, some people try to be leader, some people fell…” I admitted, thinking of Murphy. “But now we have come to terms with our living situation, and each other.”

                “I think she is telling the truth.” The man holding me said.

                “What do you know of truth, Lincoln?” Anya snarled.

                My heart hammered in my chest. Did she just call him Lincoln?

                “Bring her to the ward.” Anya growled.

                Another tranq was stabbed into my leg and everything faded from my body.

                When I woke from the forced nap, I was on a concrete bed, only a thin sheet of animal pelt underneath me. I sat up, surprised that I was not bound. My eyes danced around the dark room, lit only by the sunlight that was coming in through small windows; the glass so thick and worn that the light seemed spotted. There was a young woman, about twenty, jumping from person to person; they were all wounded.

                So I was in the Grounder medical care.

                The woman bounded over to me, but her face went from soft to distrustful when she saw me.

                “Intruder.” She muttered, pushing my head to the side and pulling a bandage off from the tranquilizer dart, then applied a new one.

                I sighed, “We never meant to cause trouble to you.”

                “Felicity, stop talking to her.” Anya snarled as she walked into the ward.

                “Anya, right?” I asked.

                The woman nodded, stepping in front of Felicity, who bounded to the side, watching nervously. Anya grabbed my chin and tilted my head from side to side, studying me.

                “You’re a plague.”

                “We did not choose to return to Earth.” I told her, but her eyes suggested that she was not listening to me.

                “Your leader will come for you?” She asked, neglecting to realize I had spoken.

                “I thought I was the leader.” I muttered under my breath, but she hit me again and I ended up spitting out blood from my lip. “He probably will.”

                “He?” She seemed interested.

                I glanced around the room, hoping to see Lincoln, but I knew the chances were slim to begin with.

                “Answer me.” She snapped.

                “There are two who are seemingly ‘leaders’.” I told her, wondering how much I could truly give away. “I am neither.”

                “My eyes and ears told me that the leader was seen with a blonde today.” She explained, “He was seemingly soft with her.”

                The words were startling, and I felt distraught. “You got the wrong girl, then.” I lied.

                Anya eyed my viciously, “My men saw you with him.”

                I grimaced, “He gets around; none of his lays are anything special to him.”

                I was speaking what I hoped was far from the truth, but I had a way of lying that was convincing enough. If I could get the Grounders to believe that Bellamy, whom they thought to be the leader, had no interest in saving anyone they might let me go. But I knew that Bellamy would be putting together a group to bring me back just as he had done with Octavia.

                “He went after the brunette…” Anya said, feeling her argument wavering.

                “Because that’s his sister.” I blurted, but bit my tongue quickly wishing I could take back those words. What if they caught Octavia because of me? Then I remember that Lincoln was here, somewhere, and he wouldn’t let that happen.

                “Dani, watch her.” She said to another woman, strong cheek bones and with bold shoulders. “I don’t trust a word that comes from her lips, we hold her until he comes.”

                Dani nodded firmly, armoured arms crossed over her chest as she stepped in front of the doorway after Anya had departed.

                I didn’t have a chance, and Bellamy wouldn’t know what hit him when they took him down when… if he came after me.

Alright, so the updated cast includes Katee Sackhoff as Dani, and Rose Leslie as Felicity. And of course, Dichen Lachman as Anya (Who resembles Aja Volkman to a T!). Please comment and vote!