I had this idea just as long as I had the idea for Natblida. Maybe even a little longer. Back then I decided to post Natblida. Now I decided to put this one out, too. The first chapter isn't much, just a little prologue. Hope you'll like it though.

There will be mentions of a gun in the prologue just as there will be some deaths.

Prologue

Clarke smiled as she looked out of the kitchen window, loving the rays of sunshine warming her face and she closed her eyes contently for a moment while she opened a pack of popcorn. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon, and her mood further improved when she thought about the game she'll watch with her dad and the Jaha's. The only thing that would make this day absolutely perfect would be her mother's presence with them, but she respected her mother's work. As a doctor, her mother had a difficult work load. Maybe her mother would be back later and watch with them the end of the game.

Another great thing was that the next week would be the last school week before the break. Clarke had already made plans with her friends and she was really looking forward to spending as much time as she could with them. Also, the blonde girl would work a few hours in the hospital her mother worked in, but that was nothing new. It was almost a little tradition for Clarke to work at the hospital during school break, the staff knew her since she was little.

Clarke herself thought of it as some sort of training, seeing that she wanted to become a doctor like her mom. She loved spending time at the hospital, had spent quite some time there. Some of the doctors and nurses where already joking around, telling everyone that she'll be their future colleague.

"Do you have the popcorn, Princess?" Clarke heard her dad call out from the living room, tearing her out of her blissful state and emptying the pack into a huge glass bowl.

"Already on the way."

She took the bowl and made her way out of the kitchen and into the living room as she heard a knock on the front door, her smile growing. "I'll get that, Dad."

"Thanks."

Making her way towards the door, Clarke opened it and beamed at her best friend Wells Jaha. Wells had been her best friend since they were toddlers. Their parents knew each other from school and never lost contact. They lived in the same neighborhood, but that was rather a coincident than anything else, though no one really minded it.

"Hey."

"Hi." Wells replied and smiled at her, lifting a pack of popcorn.

"We already have popcorn waiting for us in the living room."

Wells shrugged. "Then think of this as back-up popcorn. Wouldn't want us to high and dry at the end of the game."

"Good thinking." She chuckled and moved to the side to let her friend enter the house. "Where's your dad?"

He sighed. "Got called into work."

Lieutenant Governor Thelonious Jaha was usually a very busy man, though always found time for his son, especially after the death of his wife and mother of his son four years ago. However, now and then it happened that he was called into work without further notice. He still tried to spend as much time with his on as he could.

"That sucks. My mom had to go to the hospital, too."

"Well, maybe we should think positive." He smiled again, his eyes shining mischievously. "More popcorn for us."

Clarke chuckled at his reply and followed him to the living room where Jake already had turned on the TV, listening to the comment of the stadium announcer.

"Hey, Jake."

"Hi, Wells. Ready for a great game Sunday?"

"Absolutely." Wells smiled and took a seat on the couch, his eyes already plastered on the screen knowing the game would be on any second now.

Clarke moved to the other side of her dad and sat down, pushing the bowl of popcorn to the middle of the table so that everyone could reach it easily. Jake smiled and wiggled his brows, apparently happy that the bowl was standing directly in front of him and Clarke just shook her head at his antics.

It was shortly after the halftime when they heard the front door open and close again.

"Looks like your mom is finally back home, Princess." Jake smiled and bumped his shoulder slightly against his daughter's while keeping his eyes firmly on the screen.

"Hey, Mom!" The blonde called out, but the game was too exciting and opted to stay put instead of greeting her mother. Abby already knew how her family was while watching a game and Clarke knew that she didn't mind their behavior. Clarke had often seen her mother shake her head smiling, eyes dancing while glancing to her family now and then.

The blonde's greeting went unanswered and Clarke left her little bubble she was in, getting up to see where her mom was. Maybe one of her patients died and she wasn't in the mood for the game. Though even when her day was a bad one, the blonde woman had always answered her daughter's greeting when she came home.

She made her way to the entrance and turned the corner to face the hall leading to the front door when she suddenly stopped and widened her eyes, looking surprised and confused at the person standing in their house.

It wasn't her mother.

It was a man.

A man with cold and dead eyes, clothed completely in black and his stare caused a cold shutter running through her body. He had a stubble covering his chin and cheeks, and his brown hair was combed carefully backwards. There was a long scar on the right side of his face. She noticed the man's black leather gloves, though the day was definitely too hot for them. There was something about this man that made her uneasy. How did he even enter the house? Hadn't she closed the door earlier?

"I'm sorry, but who…" Clarke started but got cut off by the man whom rose his right arm and only then did she notice that he was holding a gun in his hand. The girl went immediately into action, searching for cover while opening her mouth to call out to her dad and Wells, but the man was faster.

All she heard was a dull shot, the noise being covered by a silencer and the next thing she felt was a piercing pain in her chest. Clarke lost her footing and went down like a sack of potatoes while she desperately gasped for air. The man ignored her completely and climb past her towards the living room.

The two male must have heard her fall because she heard footsteps coming into her direction. "Clarke?"

Her dad rounded the corner and took in the scene in front of her, an armed man and his daughter lying bleeding on the ground. "Clarke!"

The man aimed his gun at Jake and shot, Jake's body crashing down like Clarke's did. The blonde let out a silent scream, tears welled up in her eyes as she stared into the dead eyes of her father's. This couldn't be happening. Her dad couldn't be dead. No, this was all just a dream. She was still standing in the kitchen enjoying the sun on her face.

Clarke crawled over to her dad, her hands seeking out her father's body. He wasn't breathing, his heart stopped working. Tears were streaming down uncontrollable.

She looked up and saw Wells swinging a lamp at the intruder, but he wasn't fazed by this. He aimed his damn gun again and shot Wells several times.

"No!" Clarke screamed and tried to get up. To do something.

But her legs failed her and she stumbled down again.

This brought the man's attention back towards her. He calmly made his way back to her, kneeling down while looking emotionless at the blonde girl. The tears blurred her sight and her heart hammered wildly in her chest, certain that it wouldn't beat for much longer.

Though the next thing she saw was the man widening his eyes slightly in surprise as voices could be hear outside the house. He quickly stood.

The front door opened.

The man hurried away the other way.

Clarke head her mother's voice, speaking to someone.

Her eyes got heavier, closing them just as she heard her mother cry out her name in panic.

The last thing she remembered was the damn sun shining on her face, reminding her of her earlier thought that this was one of the better days.

But it wasn't.

It will forever be one of the darkest in her life.

And the sunrays were mocking her.