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I hope you enjoy my headcanon made into a fanfic.
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"...May we meet again."
I hear the soft whispers of Bellamy's voice bounce around through the still air.
'We will meet again', I think. 'We always do.'
My eyes scan the sky above as if I'm searching for a sign. The Ark... It's hard to believe that Humanity managed to thrive in a place so high for over three generations. Well, I wouldn't really say 'thrive'... Survive was more like it.
But me? Where do I survive?
I've survived on the ground for nearly a year now, but I have yet to find a home. As soon as I find myself coming close to a new settlement, something seems to get in the way. Camp Jaha was easily my best choice... But I found that couldn't live there. Survive, yes. Live? No. How could one live a happy life knowing that they killed off an entire group of people to get that life? I caused a genocide. It's the darkest thing anyone could ever live with, and I did it.
Lexa. My mind instantly flashes to the tough, heartless, solid leader that had pushed me to make that decision. If she had tried to strike a better deal with the Mountain Men, I could have gotten through it all without anyone losing their life. We could have helped them reproduce marrow samples. We could have unified our people. We could've saved lives instead of destroying them. But no, Lexa was too impatient to take that chance. A fatal flaw.
I pause and take a breath. Part of me screams to cut her some slack... But the other says that what she did was unforgivable. Slack should not be given to someone that is at fault for causing mass murder.
Blame, blame, blame... It's all I'm finding myself doing. I blame myself, I blame Lexa, and I blame Crag.
My gaze falls to the ground once more. Where do I go from here? Camp Jaha is out of the question. Going anywhere near the Grounders is out of the question, too. And the Mountain Men? They don't even exist anymore.
I carefully slip my backpack off of my shoulder and zip open the front pocket. After a few moments of rummaging, I pull out a worn, wrinkled, and familiar map. It had been a while since I last used it... The initial trip to Mount Weather, I'm sure. The trip that had started it all.
I need to go somewhere... So I pick a place. A random spot on the map that feels promising, and I begin to head east.
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Days go by and I find myself growing warier by the hour. The temperature is dropping, and I don't know how warm this make-shift jacket will keep me. The crappy thing about leather is that it's hot under the sun in warm weather, but cold to the touch in winter weather. So here I am; freezing my ass off... Who knows where.
That's when I hear it- something in the trees.
My attention flickers from branch to branch, attempting to find the source of the commotion. Instinctively, my hand reaches to my left pocket and I take hold of my knife.
"Clarke," a familiar voice gasps out. Just as I knit my brows together in confusion, I see Lincoln. He's bruised, battered, and looks as defeated as I.
"Lincoln?" After a second of hesitation, I rush up to his side and check his injuries. My fingers fly across his skin gently, careful as to not disturb his tender flesh.
"What happened?"
Lincoln shakes his head, "Mountain Men. A while ago. I'm fine."
Comprehending his dismissive tone as a sign to not interrogate further, I back off.
"Where are you going?" He finally questions, eyes unwavering.
"I'm not really..." I purse my lips and grip my map. "I'm not sure. Somewhere away from there." A slight shift of my gaze shows that I'm referring to Camp Jaha; where all of my people reside.
Lincoln's features calmed. "I know a place that will take you in. I'm headed there myself."
Another place? This is the first I've heard of somewhere safe and out of the Grounder's control.
"Where?" Is it right to ask?
"East."
"East where?"
"Across the lake. There's a settlement, lead by a woman named Luna. She takes in delinquents, like us."
"Is she... Friendly?"
"They have an agreement with the Woods Clan. So yes."
I nod, understanding. After a few seconds of awkward silence, I speaks up once more.
"How far?" It seems like a reasonable question. Apparently, Lincoln agrees.
"A days trip from here."
I fall silent again. A day trip? That doesn't sound too bad at all. Not nearly as bad as I had expected. Though, a day meant another bit of my rations would be gone... If something were to go wrong, I would be in trouble.
Not saying anything more, Lincoln stepped forward and into the path I had been walking upon. Taking his movements as a silent queue we began our journey.
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Before long, I find myself growing more and more curious with our current situation. Why was Lincoln here in the first place? Where had he come from? And why, more like how, did he leave behind the other Grounders?
"... Did something happen?"
My frown fell further. (As if that were even possible.)
He visibly cringed a slight bit, but covered it up immediately.
"You said that this place we are going to is for delinquents. ...They accept delinquents." I wait. Still nothing. "What did you do? Why are you headed there?"
After a few more moments of silence, he finally spoke up.
"I killed Cage."
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Author's Note: Next Chapter will be up sometime soon. Hope you enjoyed! Please leave a review, or favorite. Thanks!