Authors note: Hey guys, I'm sorry for deleting my story Polis Academy for the Gifted but I wasn't feeling that storyline anymore. I realized that I wanted to write a more darker series with a more brutal Lexa and that won't happen if I make her the head of a school for mutant kids but don't worry tho, the Academy will still make an appearance but I want to lay down some groundwork first.

P.S Please suggest some cool mutant powers, I am running out of ideas lol.

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"Prisoner 319, on the wall"

Clarke barely registers the voice; too busy sketching a birds-eye view of the Manhattan skyline from the Empire State Building at her room floor. She caught a glimpse of it from the mind of one of the guards that was passing by. He might be new, Clarke surmised, because all of her keepers know to keep their minds blank when she's in the vicinity.

Metal baton clanged against her metal door "Prisoner 319, don't make me get the electric prod. On the wall, NOW!"

Clarke scowled, she debated whether to test her luck and finish her work but getting prodded this early in the morning is unpleasant. Pushing herself up, she placed herself at the farthest wall, her hands up in compliance.

"It's your lucky day, you're getting moved" the guard commented, Clarke watches him impassively. She notices the twitch in his hands, he's nervous. Maybe he knows how much of a handful Clarke is when conscious.

Clarke's eyes narrowed when she sees a familiar face behind this guard. He's keeping his head down but she knew that mop of curly black hair anywhere.

Bellamy

Her heart thudded wildly in her chest. He never let himself be assigned to her; he was always assigned to the prisoner beside her cell. It was safer that way, he was close enough to see her but never close enough to rouse suspicion. She let the other guard put electronic cuffs on her and she let him manhandle her out of her cell, all the while trying to catch Bellamy's eyes.

Something is wrong

Play along

She breathed out a sigh; it doesn't escape her notice that the other cells beside her are also empty.

"I got this, you get the last one" She hears Bellamy say, the guard nodded, relieved that he wasn't the one to take care of the troublesome teen.

Living in solitary for almost three years with only her thoughts and a lone peephole at her door had a lot of downside, her only companion were the guards that bring her food. Over the course of her stay she met Bellamy. He was employed by her mother to keep watch over her and pass the occasional letters of what was happening on the outside world. They never discussed anything damning, too scared of getting caught, but she had a feeling that her mom is working on something big.

For three years, Bellamy has been her saving grace. He kept her from going insane, kept her company, smuggled the occasional Hershey kisses, she never really asked why he was helping her, Clarke just took it in stride.

The thing about having psychic powers and only having one friend for years, Clarke became quite good at reading him. His jaws are locked in anger, his fists digging into her arm.

"Where am I going?"

"The Mountain"

Her spine went rigid at Bellamy's words. Coldness started to seep into her whole body, "I'm being turned into a reaper?" she breathed out "Shit shit shit shit shit. But it thought that was just stories like the boogeyman or whatever. What the fuck. It's real. Oh shit.", she can feel herself spiraling down into a panic attack.

She had heard rumors, of course, of the Mountain; of mutants being sent to that place and turning insane with bloodlust. It's been the Government's badly kept secret for nearly a decade now.

After the existence of mutants has been exposed, the world nearly fractured. Suddenly the police were ill equipped to handle people with superhuman abilities, terror and mass panic started. So the Government had no choice but to start Operation Ark, mutant offenders are slapped with life sentences (no matter how minor the offense might be), and they are sent to the Ark but it did little to appease the public.

Mount Weather has been the greatest advocate for mutant annihilation. Devoting all their weapons production to capture or kill mutants. There was even talk that they have been taking prisoners and experimenting on them. Turning them into Reapers, mindless and feral mutants that obey only Mount Weather.

Of course Mutant advocates could never prove any of this and Clarke being locked up for three years (her only source of news is the occasional glimpse into guard's heads) wasn't really convinced that it was real.

Her mom was part of the council, of course her mom would not agree to that…right? Clarke would never admit to herself that she doesn't know the answer to that question. She fears that she doesn't know her mom anymore or she didn't really know her.

"Clarke, calm down." Bellamy's fingers are digging into her arm now; the pain is the only thing anchoring her. "We don't have much time." Bellamy pulled her towards a dimly lit corridor and into a camera blind spot "I need you to listen. Your mom and Kane have been overruled by the council which means that the plan for a coup de tat is fucking over, your mom told me to tell you that your father was right, everyone of them is dirty."

Tears ran down Clarke's face "Fuck!"

"She told me that it's all up to you now." Bellamy's hands found hers and he handed her a small flashdrive "This contains everything we can gather on Mount Weather. We need you to get this to the Grounders"

"What? Are you crazy? Those people are savages!"

"Yes but they might just be our last hope to win this thing"

"This is insane, Bellamy"

The radio attached to his hip cackled, they only have a few minutes left "There is no way to save everyone. There are 30 unmarked vehicles that will be taking different routes to get to the Mountain. Once you have enough distance between you and this place, a girl named Octavia will unlock your cuffs and you can gain control of the vehicle. I placed a gun under your seat. I need you to be ready because once they realize you're not going to be arriving at the Mountain; they are going to go after you. There will be supplies at the back of the vehicle, enough to keep you alive for three months so you need to get to them before then or all of this will be for nothing."

"You're not coming with me?"

"No, I do have one favor" he whispered, "My sister Octavia, bring her with you. At the very least, you can keep her out of trouble. Tell her that once I'm clear, I will come find her. No matter what. I told her what is happening, she knows to take you and run. She has the keys to unlock your cuffs so that it won't be suppressing your abilities anymore. Please…please don't let her die"

"Shit, you have a sister?" Bellamy shot her a look "okay, not the time" her hands trembled as she clenched onto his hands "Shit, okay. Fuck. Are you going to be okay? There is no way someone is not going to get the blame if something happens on the bus"

"It's okay. They still don't know my connection with you and O. I'm still safe. Your mom and Kane are too high profile to be touched. Just worry about yourself"

Clarke nodded, though everything is happening so fast, she doesn't know if her body even knows what's happening, "Tell my mom…" what? Her mom and her have too much bad history between them to even start although one look from Bellamy gave her the feeling that he knows what to tell her. He always knows what to tell her.

"May we meet again"