Chapter 2
Chapter 2
They say the eyes are the windows to someones soul, where all the emotions flourish to the point you know what they are thinking… well these dark auburn eyes were pissed. When I say pissed I mean there was a fire in these eyes that burned my own soul. That “bear” which hit me with the force of a car was nothing but a petite brunette more relatable to a cub. After our little run in with each other she landed on top of me with her head tucked between my neck and shoulder like a couple would hug lying down. Her head popped up suddenly with her eyes stretched wide and hands shoot out in panic as if I was actually on fire. Without thinking she pushed her self up to be keeling with both hands beside my head… now in any other situation I’d be more then a little excited to have a beautiful brunette straddling me, but now was not the time for my signature smirk and wink.
I was too caught up in the eyes boring through me to react to the palm smacking across my face followed by a hefty punch snapping me back to reality.
“um OW!” driving my hips up and swinging my leg up and over I swiftly change our positions all while trying to hold her hands above her head.
“Sto- “ SLAP, “jeez calm down lad-” PUNCH I had enough and with a little more force then I wanted to use, grabbed both arms and laid my body flat against hers.
“BLOW ME ASSHOLE!” The scrappy brunette bellowed out. “JUST KILL ME, I WONT TELL YOU ANYTHING SO SAVE YOUR PATHETIC TIME. GET OFF ME!”
To say I was stunned is putting it lightly. ‘What are you talking about? You tackled me remember?” I couldn't help but stare at this girl, she was beautiful. Amber eyes, full lips and a body of a goddess…. She flailed her body every which way to break lose of my grip.
“I'm not going to hurt you, just please stop resisting” I tried in the most soothing voice I could muster given the situation.
“Oh trust me, its not you I’m worried about!” the brunette muttered out as her eyes grew big again with fear as she peered over my shoulder. I was very off my game this morning considering how I failed to hear loud footsteps closing in behind me.
“What do you mea-“ Giant strong hands grabbed the back of my jacket and threw me like a weightless rag doll. Landing on my left side sliding in the grass until my spine collided with a tree stopping me dead. “I. Really. Really. HATE. This. Place.” I grunted trying to gasp for air. My new found friend was shouting out her feelings on the situation as well. Looking up I saw the ogre in furs grab the brunette by the neck lifting her up while producing a sharp knife from behind his waste band.
Now, now I’m pissed. I clench my fists feeling the adrenaline flood my veins, pupils dialing and heart rate increase focusing my mind on the what I’ve been trained to do, kill. With a slow, deep breathe I relax my mind.
Forced breathes and the sound of feet kicking a against a tree stump draw me out of my bubble. My eyes snap open zoning in slow motion onto the target, senses heightened to the point I feel clarity. From my angle I can see the ogre talking to the brunette, a smirk ghosting his features, raising the knife to her neck. I’m already on my feet as I charge the large man at full speed.
“Yo Shrek!” is all it took for him to lose focus turning his body slightly towards the sound of my voice. He lowers the knife just enough to safely tackle them both to the ground….
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I notice the blonde struggling to run with two other ogres closing in fast, swords at the ready. I sigh knowing I promised to help her, but absolutely hate running. I hear voices in the distance closing in fast to our location, I need to go and now. I run in the direction after the blonde as fast as I can move in order to gain some ground on them. I hear a war cry of sorts closing in on them where I see the young girl thrust out her arm with the gun only for one of the ogres to knock it out with a swift motion followed by a forceful back hand across the face knocking her to the ground unconscious.
I take large strides as I come close gaining momentum jumping up thrusting my legs kicking hard against the warrior behind while wrapping my arms around the other one in front of his chest forcing him hard to the ground. I managed to knock one out but the other was a different story. He was faster then expected jumping to his feet and swinging with a cause aiming high for my throat. I easily dodge the strikes one after another. I see my opening when the ogre gets sloppy forcing his full weight into the swing, I round kick him square in the jaw then sweeping his feet from underneath him causing him to fall limp.
“CLARKE, RAVEN!” I hear shouted from just over the tree line in multiple frantic voices. I can feel the ground moving as the hooves stomp the turf, they're close and in numbers. I peer at the girl laying motionless, deciding what my options are from here. With a heavy sigh I know I cant just leave her here, I don't know what the others are capable of. I stride over to one of the fallen balls of fur and grabbing their daggers storing them away where I can quickly and walk over to the blonde.
“CLARKE, RAVEN, WHERE ARE YOU!” the voices are close enough I can feel the staggered breathes of the tired party. Without taking the names into thought or consideration I keep to the task at hand bending down and lightly shake the girl. “Hey, hey I need you to wake up” Not even so much as an eye flutter. “Great” I mumble lifting the small women into my arms carrying her bridal style. The moment I stand erect is the moment I caught myself staring into cold, hard, amazingly emerald green eyes. This women sat on her horse with a purpose and my god was she gorgeous. Are all the women here this mind blowingly hot? She broke her gaze from mine staring at the limp body I hold in my arms. Her eyes softened and what I can only imagine as a sigh of relief only to be replaced with rage again staring me down.
She clicked her horse closer to me, close enough to see a small army trailing her. The rider looked over my shoulder seeing the two dormant warriors with a raised eye brow.
“I am Lexa kom Trikru, Commander of the 13 clans…” she spoke with authority enough to send chills down my spine. I had to figure out a way to get out of this alive while surrounded by a freaking army.
“Well?!” her tone snapped me back to the conversation at hand.
“um, I apologize, what was the question” I could see her jaw set and rage heighten as her face hardened. “Lexa” quickly jumped down from her horse taking long purposeful strides towards me.
“What clan do you preside from? You do not look like any of my allies, so I ask again.. Who are you?”
“Oh, ugh my name is An-“ I was cut off by a low grunt from behind me, but before I could fully answer, my head snapped back by an annoyed loud voice.
“Put her down or I’ll kill you where you stand!” Oh look another beautiful women yelling at me…. “And where is Raven!”
I heard “the Commander” try to rush me from behind while the other pushed forward.
I held the blonde closer to my chest while I took a quick step back kicking the feisty brunette in the abdomen and the raccoon faced beauty with a subtle back kick hard to her ribs.
The commander was quick to her feet, a reaction I was impressed with and held her sword out with a steady hand. Her voice was harsh, yet calm…
“Hand over Wanheda to me.”
My look of confusion must of been a dead giveaway for the so called Commander as she lowered her blade and spoke more directly “The women you have in your arms name is Clarke Griffin of Skaikru and she is my g.. my ally. I will give and do anything to have her back unharmed. Please.
The feisty brunette was now getting to her feet with a real pissed off huff. “She is important to us all and we will do anything to have her back, anything” She gripped her sword tight.
Without a seconds hesitation I step forward to the commander while holding out the blonde, Clarke, to her as carefully as possible. I wasn't hear to make enemies or hurt anyone and I wanted them to see that.
Lexa closed the gap quickly and took Clarke from my arms carrying her back to a very large, bulky hunk of a man. He took Clarke and placed her own the raccoon ladies horse.
The little brunette spoke with a desperation in her voice “Where is Raven. She was with Clarke, you have to know where she is!”
“I..”
I didn't have time to answer as Lexa again turned my way with a kinder demeanor and thanked me again asking me my name.
“Hunter. Anya Hunter.”
“I apologize in advance for what happens next Anya Hunter” and subtly nods her head.
Everything went black.