A/N: So this story comes about from an idea requested by celesse201. I do take requests so feel free to inbox me if you have an idea! Now I will do some explaining briefly beforehand to set the scene so you the reader understands. So bear with me.

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I do not own the characters associated with this work. It is a work of fanfiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of my imagination (unless otherwise stated) or if real, are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All statements, activities, stunts, descriptions, information and material of any other kind contained herein are included for entertainment purposes only and should not be relied on for accuracy or replicated as they may result in injury.

The story begins before season three's events have begun to unfold, except with a twist (or two). That delightful first kiss between Clarke & Lexa still happened with all the awkwardness accounted for. Now here's where it gets tricky. The events leading up to the inevitable conclusion of season two continue to follow the timeline as we all witnessed however, as you will see (read) this is where we begin to deviate. If you please reader after you now as we take this journey together into the unknown…

Clarke

Night time on the war front always made me edgy. Admittedly we hadn't exactly been at this all that long, since we begun the march from Ton DC to the mountain, but that still didn't change the fact that my unease rose by the minutes. Despite having roamed through these forests and uncharted land ever since we came down from the Ark, you never knew what to expect or what you were going to get in hostile territory.

I was sharing a tent with Raven but after some brief conversation she had decided to have an early one tonight. Seems that most days take it out of her now thanks in no small part to her injured leg. Looking over at her now as I put the book I had been reading down, I wished I could fall asleep at the drop of a hat like that.

Sadly, I couldn't fall asleep at all tonight so far, I was too on edge and too keyed up for what laid ahead tomorrow. The tent was feeling more than a little claustrophobic at the moment, so I unzipped the flaps and decided to stretch my legs for awhile and enjoy the fresh night air. Other people both Grounder and Sky people were still up some under the glow of torchlight others by fire, but right now I wanted to be alone.

I had more than just this war with the mountain men on my mind as I walked away from the campsite but not so far as to lose sight of it completely. Another such issue that was on my mind was that kiss I shared with Lexa. Hearing her say that she cared about me and seeing the way she was looking at me had me more than a little confused.

I'd come to rely on Lexa's insight and wisdom when it came to this war and leadership in general but I'd never in my wildest dreams would have imagined that kiss happening. To see cold and distant Lexa, Commander of the Grounders open up her heart like that as difficult as it must have been for her was really something.

I'd never kissed another girl before much less considered being with one and now these feelings she had awoken inside me were leaving me more than a little sexually confused. I admired and respected her so much and it hadn't escaped my notice how pretty she was, so why shouldn't I consider it? The only thing that would be different between any of the other sexual interactions I've had in the past is her gender but that's not an issue.

But at the same time, I wasn't just all of a sudden dropping my interest in the opposite sex, hence why I was so confused. Especially when you throw in the recent ordeal I've gone through with the break up and death of Finn. I sighed as I faced a tree focusing solely on it's rough bark before looking back up at the campsite once more. It was time to go back, I'd wallowed out here long enough, for one night at least.

Taking a step to the side to move around the tree, I let out a small sound of surprise when a rag was hastily shoved onto my mouth muting the sound coming out of my mouth. Using my hands I tried to grab the rag and pull away from covering my mouth and nose to no avail. I bucked with all the remaining strength I had, as I begun to feel drowsy.

I heard an angry curse muttered from behind me when I made contact with my attacker's foot but it wasn't enough to shake his grip as I faded into unconsciousness.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed as my surroundings begun to come into focus. My vision clearing and my hearing returning slowly. The room was bland and non-descript. Grey walls with no windows or pictures or anything on them. I looked to be in the centre of the room, I couldn't tell what was behind me as I was strapped to a bench on a 45 degree angle, unable to move anything really other than my head.

I could see a couple of tables pushed against a wall to the side with a computer and lab equipment spread across them. I gulped when I saw some syringes and chemicals and I was starting to feel even worse about where this was going. I'm pretty sure they didn't tie me up for some light bondage is all I'm saying.

My random musings about the predicament I found myself in was cut short when the door that was directly in front of me and several feet away opened. Striding through the door was none other than the President's son. I managed to see some guards out in the hallway before the door closed again, leaving me alone with him.

He strode up to me and eyed me off as if observing a test specimen in a laboratory and believe me when I tell you that the irony was not lost on me. I didn't have to wait too long for him to break the silence, "So Clarke, here we are again," he gestured with a sweeping motion of both arms outward, "together at last."

He paused for a moment as if hoping that the terror of the situation would seep into my body through my pores, "I won't bore you to death as I'm sure you have a pretty good idea of where this is going," he said as he gestured theatrically to the tables to his left, "but the long and the short of it is I wanted a different test subject for the Reaper program. All of our previous...applicants have all been Grounders as you call them."

I turned my head to the side to see him filling up a syringe with a reddish liquid as he continued to speak, "We've had good success with them so far, but to be able to test on a varied genetic subset well that was an opportunity too good to pass up."

He was now standing in front of me as he finished up his speech, "You be subject #1 for your people, well that's just a bonus. Think about what it'll do to your mother and your friends when they see you charging at them intent on killing them, crazed with bloodlust," he stared at me dead in the eyes now, "this is going to be fun."

I felt the syringe placed against my neck and felt the slight pressure and prick of my skin as that liquid was injected into my bloodstream and I now knew it was only downhill from here. He soon left the room without so much as a word and I was left to deal with this poison travelling inside me.

At first I felt a degree of pain but this was quickly overridden by an overwhelming feeling of bliss and contentment. All of my worries and troubles had disappeared thanks to whatever that was that he injected me with. As there was no clock in the room or any other means of telling the time, I couldn't be sure of how much time had actually passed. But soon I begun to have an itch I couldn't scratch in the figurative sense.

I started to feel dizzy and tired like everything else was moving at normal speed around me but I was perceiving it slowly. I was feeling nauseous which was really conflicting with the hunger I was feeling now. This feeling only begun to intensify and soon I was dry retching which was painful when strapped in so tightly as I was.

Just when I thought it was going to be too much, I was both relieved and sickened when HE walked in through the door. Once again he was alone and I cursed silently for being tied up. I wanted to tear his head off for putting me through this. I'm not talking about the usual mad at someone rage. I'm talking full-on bridezilla mode here.

He said nothing as he walked over with the syringe filled with that same red liquid once more and I hated myself for wanting him to inject me with it. He noticed me eyeing it off, "You want some more Clarke?" He had a shit eating grin on his face which I wanted to smack off, "No I'm good."

He just chuckled at this, "That wasn't a very believable lie Clarke." He spun my bench around so I was facing the wall behind me. This wall had a big screen adorning it and a small projector now in front of me. "You're going to watch some footage I've put together Clarke and some footage I've discovered. It'll help make you into an even deadlier version of Reaper than ever before."

He pulled a small remote from his pocket and presumably clicked play as some footage of soldiers demonstrating combat manoeuvres begun to play. The sound was low for the time being however. Returning the remote to his pocket he pulled out a scalpel, "Only when you've finished watching will you get another hit, so I better put this out of the way so you can concentrate fully."

He stepped closer to me and dropped his voice to a whisper, "Oh and by the way, the scalpel is for when your eyes close. Keep them open, stay alert and you won't get cut," the menacing tone to his voice not at all subtle. He turned the sound up and pulled up chair to monitor me.

This soon became routine for me over whatever length of time had passed. I had been snatched early on before we'd really made any progress on the mountain at all, but all thoughts of anything else beyond me situation were being driven clear. It was made clear to me that in order to get a fix, I had to kill.

I was so full of rage and pent up energy I didn't think it would be a problem. I needed an outlet to express myself now that everything had been taking from and focused into this singular desire, to kill. There was no need to speak any more. I just growled my displeasure usually especially when I was put on display.

HE would usually have a bunch of Reapers myself included fighting it out until there was only one left standing and the winner would get another fix. I made sure it was me, always me. He placed a mirror in front of me on day and despite my body having scars, bruises and some unhealed cuts I cared about any of that no longer.

I had the blood of my latest victim dripping from my mouth after I'd torn his throat out with my teeth, the tang of the blood calming me slightly. "I have some news for you Clarke my shining success, it appears you'll be getting to let loose outside the bunker. So don't do anything I wouldn't do," he whispered before jabbing my neck once more with the red liquid and then again with another liquid causing me to pass out instantly.

I wasn't prepared for when I woke up however. I could hear the sounds of the forest around me and a gentle shaking of my shoulders, "Wake up Clarke we must get you away from here."

My eyes snapped open and I sprang up into a crouch snarling at my adversary who had moved back to a safe distance. "It's okay, you're safe now Clarke," this voice sounded familiar. I had a connection with this female once. She was taking slow steps towards me and I snarled at her causing her to stop.

I watched her unsheathe a sword and hold it in a manner suggesting she may attack me, "I don't want to hurt you Clarke but I will if I have to," this girl with her face smeared with warpaint and her confident stance said to me as we slowly circled each other for the battle that was going to happen.

A/N: Alright! So that's the start of it. Let me know what you thought with feedback and don't forget to follow and/or favorite!