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Everybody makes mistakes. After all that's what makes us human. However the question is when the line between a mistake and intention get crossed, where the accidental mistakes ends and turns into intent. What happens then? Obviously, you can get in serious trouble, even more trouble than you thought you were in the beginning. You know the saying Karma is a bitch...well, in most circumstances that is true.
Either way it doesn't matter when that line is crossed because at that point there are no turning backs. So you should rather say the real question is why the line was crossed and how far are you willing to go to undo or face the mistakes you have done. Are you brave or a coward? If you knew the things I have done and the mistakes that I have made, then I'm sure even you wouldn't be able to pinpoint exactly if I'm brave or indeed a coward, but in my personal opinion I will always view myself as a coward. A coward, who ran from everything and left behind a bunch of crap for everyone, and simply tried to forget and start over somewhere else where your past and your mistakes didn't matter. Still it's funny how life tracks you down wherever you are and has the nasty habit in biting you in the ass when you least expect it, especially when it comes in the form of murder and mayhem.
Clarke Griffin wasn't sure how her business partner and friend, Lincoln Woods, managed to convince her to return back to her hometown and start up her new gallery there, but she had a stinking feeling that life was punishing her somehow and it was using Lincoln to do it. So to be frank, she was definitely not in a good mood as they were driving down the road towards Arkadia in Washington and she was certainly not hiding the fact that she disliked the idea either.
"Why can't it be any other town or city in Washington?" She asked for what seemed to be the hundredth time since they left Nevada. "No, wrong question. Why are you so damn fixated on starting our new gallery in Washington, more specifically in my hometown that I haven't been in for the last…I don't know three years?"
Lincoln shrugged his shoulders silently, still not moving his gaze away from the road. She scoffed by his dismissive response and leaned further into her seat and folded her arms. Things weren't going her way and Clarke knew perfectly well why it wasn't and what reason her meddling friend was doing by relocating and starting their gallery in her hometown. He had heard some of the stories, not all of them, but enough to reach the conclusion that it was in her best interest to return to the town that she abandoned. Which would have ordinarily been fine if her departure had been a smooth exit instead of a blasting grenade, obviating everything on its path.
They drove in silence after that. When they finally entered the state and were driving onto the almost concealed road that led them to the town that was pretty much surrounded by trees and nature. The closer they came to the town; the suspense in the car increased as they waited for the other one to crack and couldn't handle the killing silence anymore. It wasn't they were closing in on the town line that she finally gave in and said defeated, "Look, it's not that I don't want to open our business there, it's just…just a few people in that town is going to welcome me back with open arms while the rest of the town will probably do anything to chase me out. I don't want you to get caught in the middle or worse receive the same treatment because of me when you don't deserve it."
Lincoln closed his eyes for a second, processing her words before he answered in his usual calm and deep voice, "Sooner or later you need to face whatever happened back there and it is better that you do when you are prepared and know that is going to happen, rather then getting the surprise punched in the face. Besides you need and deserve to move on from what happened and finally get the chance to enjoy life."
True, there was little to nothing she currently liked and/or enjoyed about her life, but she really couldn't see how that was going to change by going back to one of the most messed-up and corrupted towns in Washington state. However as much as he was right on that point, there was no way she was going to admit it out loud about the matter and it certainly didn't give her the reassurance she wanted. So she remained quiet and doubtful in her seat. Lincoln must have noticed this as he continued in a lighter tone, "Don't worry. Whatever happens we are going to get through it. I promise you."
Still unconvinced, but nevertheless she smiled and turned her gaze on the front window, staring at nature. She was so caught up that she almost didn't see an animal running into the road, but when she did she shouted in panic, "Watch out!"
Lincoln was caught by surprise as he noticed what she was shouting about and reacted immediately by turning the car hard to the right side. At that point everything just span out of control and happened so fast that she or Lincoln could barely comprehend or get control over the situation. So when the car turned to right, they drove off the road and down the hill straight into the forest. Without the car tilting or rolling down and literally crushing them to death between pieces of metal, they came straight down and hit the first hard thing on their path, which turned out to be a huge tree unsurprisingly.
Clarke felt pain in places she wished she didn't feel pain, but ignored it as she opened her eyes that she had closed before the impact happened and turned to look at Lincoln. His eyes were closed and blood was dripping from a cut close where his hairline was supposed to be. Bruises were starting to appear here and there, on his face appeared a bruise from the impact of airbag or the staring wheel or other factors that resulted in trying to protect him. Either way he was without a doubt unconscious or what was important was to call for an ambulance. So she unlocked the car door, which didn't have much effect to open it afterwards, before she kicked the door as hard as she could. The door gave away a small crack, not large enough for her to slip through, but enough so that she could continue to kick and push the door until there was enough room for her to get through it.
Once she was out of the car, her legs felt like jelly and threatened to give away the moment she began walking a few feet away from the messed-up car. So in a desperate attempt to keep her balance, she used her right hand and supported her against the car meanwhile using her left hand to retrieve her phone from her front pocket of her pants. Then she did the most reasonable thing in this situation and called 911, giving as much and needed information she could provide before she hung up and waited for the cavalry to get here. However as she was standing there, waiting and watching over Lincoln's condition, she noticed something white just a couple of feet away, far enough distance from the car and the accident site, but close enough for her notice and for her curiosity to get spiked to get a closer look of what exactly was there. So against all better judgment she walked as slowly and as careful as she could towards the spot.
She stopped right in front of the whiteness, which was in actuality a white bed sheet of some kind, but whatever it was she wasn't entirely sure. However what she was indeed sure of was that the young woman, who was lying posed in the sheet, was in matter of fact dead. Her suspicion was confirmed as she carefully placed her fingers on the woman's wrist to find a pulse and found none. If this had been a natural death she might have responded differently, but she has seen too many dead bodies to know that this woman died of anything except from natural causes. She suspected based on the condition of the body and previous experiences that this poor woman in front of her was in fact murdered. Nevertheless she removed her hand from the body instantly once the realization set in, making her own body start to tremble and shiver. Whether it was due to fear or something else she wasn't sure, but seeing and experiencing this scene brought back memories she didn't want to remember. So she did what she has learned to excel in, running away from her troubles and her grave mistakes, and went back to Lincoln and the car. Not realizing how her life suddenly changed and how she was about to venture back to her former life that had brought her purpose in life, but also an unbearable pain that had eventually lead to her damnation.
"What do we got?" Detective Bellamy Blake asked the moment he got out of the car and walked through the yellow crime scene tape and met up with his partner, Nathan Miller. His question was short and direct, leaving no room for ridiculous small talk or chatter of some other kind. In a small town like his, it was rare that murders happened and when they did happen it was always a high-profiled case that required his full and prompt attention. Then there was also the fact he wanted to catch the scumbag who did it and if he didn't then the whole town as well as the media would be on his ass. Either way he practically jumped on the case the minute he heard about it over the police radio how an accident call turned out to be a found woman in the woods. So here he was, hoping to get to the bottom of this before everyone in town was on his ass about it.
"Female, mid-twenties maybe early thirties, found completely naked with only a white bed sheet to cover parts of her body," Miller replied, looking over his handwritten notes as they walked towards where the body was located. "No identification, so our victim is a Jane Doe for now, but we are searching the area just in case we find anything that ties to our victim. The assistant coroner hasn't been able to determine what cause of death is, but he estimated that the victim might have been dead between 24 and 48 hours. However the coroner will know more once the body is cut up for further examination back at the morgue."
He nodded, but didn't change his route to talk to the assistant coroner as well as looking over the body to see if there was something he or anyone else missed. It was a small detail, but it was of a great significance when he realized something peculiar about the body, "Did someone move or touch the body before we arrived?"
The question caught both the assistant coroner and Miller off guard, but his partner answered his question as he went over his notes again, "According to the first witness on the scene, one of the two passengers in that car accident, she went over and checked the victim's pulse and didn't find anything and then went back to her friend and waited for the paramedics to arrive Why do you ask?"
"Other than the fact that there are no obvious signs of foul play and that our Jane Doe was actually killed here, there is not a speck of dirt on her, indicating that she didn't get here by herself. So it is quite obvious that she has been posed and dumped here," Bellamy replied, pointing out the lack of disturbance on the ground. "I would like to talk to this witness if you don't mind, see if there might be something else she knows."
Miller gave a pointed look towards the ambulance and the paramedics, indicating that the witness was there. Bellamy went over there in a quick stride, while losing himself in thoughts of what exactly he was going to ask the witness. He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn't realize or recognize the familiar long blonde hair that was facing him until he said professionally, "Miss, I'm Detective Blake. I want to ask you a couple of questions…"
The blonde turned around and answered completely shocked, "Bellamy?"
Just as shocked, he stared into those familiar blue eyes that had once brought warmth and joy in his heart, and replied in the same manner, "Princess?"
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Hope you guys like the first chapter. It was something that has been on my mind for a long while now, and I got the inspiration from the Veronica Mars, but also the 100 season 3. I found the intense emotions between Clarke and Bellamy incredible and exhilarating to watch, and it gave me the idea to sort of bring in the emotional issues from the show into my story. Sounds complicated, but continue reading this story and hopefully you guys will understand it. Anyways just to be clear this is a pure Modern AU with a few twists along the way.
Clearly I don't own either the series, they belong to their respective owners.
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