Note from the author : please don't be too rude with me because it's my first fanfic and for the english it's probably not the best cause I'm french and only 15.
Do not hesitate to let reviews so that I can know if you like the story and if there is anything I should change.
I don't know exactly what will be the lap between each chapter because I have a lot of work but I assure you it will be 1 week maximum.
Hope you'll enjoy ; )
Chapter 1 :
Clarke wasn't seeing anything and she had a terrible headache. She was just so fucking confused and didn't understand at all what was happening.
Suddenly, her memory came back. « Oh shit ! ». No, it wasn't possible, it must have been a bad dream again. She will wake up in her bed, or probably on the floor since she always fall of her bed during those dreams.
But then she realized that she wasn't in her room. Still confused and numbness, she hadn't get that her hands were tied together with a solid link. And the darkness probably came from the bag of fabric around her head. She reconsidered the memory that she thought was a bad dream. Now she understood that it probably wasn't one :
After a good day of business, Clarke was finally going home to sleep a little. She was happy about the fact that she had concluded lot of big deals in the day. Her people and she were finally getting important in this dark world, where everything was possible. For an instant she remembered of who she was when she had join the SkyGang five years ago wich she was now the chief of : she was twenty, so young and naive. But after being let by herself by her parents and incapable to find a job she had no choice. Her friend Octavia had then told her that her brother Bellamy was winning a lot of money by doing some ladle but easy stuff in a gang. At first, Clarke was totally shoked by her friend idea but then she realized that she had to, if she didn't want to live in the street. So she had just follow her friend and start doing easy stuff like carying packages (probably drugs but she didn't know at the time) from one place to an other. And then she had just be rising in the gang hierarchy, developping talents that she never thought she could have. Even if she still had a hearth, she was tottaly insensible when it came to killing. She actually only cared for her gang and the people in it. She had just past througheveryone, even people that where there well before her, like Bellamy, who was now her second and the only one with Octavia that she considered as a friend. And now she was the gang chief at twenty-five. She could be proud of her quick evolution and she was.
« Ah, I sometime wish I could just be the old Clarke, so naive and innocent... » she whispered, living those memories.
She tapped the code of her building and entered in it. She was still a little bit worried about what Bellamy told her : two members of the GroundersGang (the most powerful of the city) had been killed in a conflict by a group of her own gang. But as it was the GroundersGang who tried to attacked first, she had nothing to worried about, it was there fault.
She put off her keys to enter in the darkness of her flat.
Suddenly, she felt a pinch on her arm ans the only thing that she remembered after that was the voice of a young man saying : "Okay, we got her without problem. Heda will be glad". Then, the darkness.
Clarke left her thought when a big shock happend, pushing her to a wall. She only then realized that she was in some truck, and that it was stopping. At this moment a hand grabed her by the arm and made her left the truck.
"Common" said the man, "we arrived".
They walked a little before stopping. The man removed the bag from the head of the blonde, who was dazzled by the sudden amount of light. After a few seconds of adaptation, she clearly saw the woman in front of her. And when the blue eyes met the green ones, Lexa smirked.
"Hello Clarke, happy to see me ?"
