[I obviously don't own anything.]

She's beautiful. She's dangerous. She's like a hurricane, she's unstoppable.

Lexa.

I taste her name on my lips as she puts some ice on my cut lower lip.

It's three a.m. I'm beaten up. Did she win or did I lose?

'I had no idea it was some bloody fight bar', I spit furiously. She took me to her tiny house just two minutes from that shady building.

'You're a good fighter, Clarke', she replies, a taunting smirk playing on her full lips.

'Shut the fuck up', I roll my eyes, but surprisingly, she laughs. It's quite a beautiful sound and I catch myself listening to it intently.

'So, how did you find me?', she asks as if my sole purpose this night was to find this exact woman.

'I didn't find you. I got lost in the area. Besides, I think you got the wrong person to fight', I raise my eyebrow at her in a teasing manner.

'I thought she'd come', she shrugs as if I knew whoever that poor human was.

'Well, she didn't. I did', I say angrily through clenched teeth. My entire face burns, my fists are bruised and I feel like my head's about to explode.

'Stop being so angry, Clarke. It's what the game's about', she shrugs and breaks the eye contact.

I want to ask what kind of a sick game she means, but I decide against it. She looks like some wild, exotic animal to me, the one that destroys everything to provide its own survival.

'I need to go. Thanks for the ice', I stand up, swaying on my feet. She glances at me amused, but doesn't say word.

'See you around', she raises an eyebrow as she watches me leave.

'Maybe in hell', I counter bitterly. I don't plan on coming back here any soon. Or at all.

I hear her mocking laughter as I close the doors.

I spend the rest of the night trying to fall asleep at the back of Miller's bar. He's nowhere to be seen and I'm glad, because he's been worrying too much about me these last few days.

I spend the next week just walking around the town, talking with Lincoln in his car at parking lots at night, trying to forget about Lexa and her twisted world.

I see her one night though, when I leave Miller's bar to buy a pack of cigarettes. She's standing in front of a 24/7 shop and talks with someone on the phone. She notices me just as I'm about to enter the building.

'Hey, blondie. Where have you been?', she smirks and puts her cell-phone in a pocket of her worn-out jeans.

'As far from you as possible. You know, just trying to live a normal life', I counter impatiently. I want to go away from her, she makes me feel very self-conscious and very uneasy.

'Didn't think you were that weak', she retorts sharply. I see her glaring at me teasingly, so I break the eye-contact.

'I don't know what you're talking about', I utter through clenched-teeth.

'You gave up after one fight, Clarke. I was hoping you'd come around', she comes closer, perhaps to intimidate me and I feel the urge to step back. I don't.

'I might be weak, but apparently you're the one who's insane. I've never even wanted to fight in the first place. Why would I want to ever come back?', I stare at her incredulously. For some reason, she chose me as her prey.

'All I know is that the underground is much better than the purgatory, blonds', she drops her attitude and steps back, mockery all over her pretty face. I frown, not fully comprehending what she just said.

'Yeah, it's a bit crowded though. Lest you choke on the smoke, Lexa', I finally counter and leave the area before she has a chance to retaliate.

I don't sleep the night. Her face keeps haunting me whenever I close my eyes, her words ringing in my ears. I catch myself walking around the shady building where I first met her a few days after our last encounter. I try to stop doing that, but I realize that I have nowhere else to go. I work at Miller's bar, but his worried looks leave me uneasy, so I spend as little time there as possible. Besides, I don't want to run into a very certain brunette boy or his pretty little sister.

Finn calls me around twenty times a day, sends dozens of texts; some of them are polite, asking me to come back, others accuse me of betraying his feelings. Sometimes I see Raven taking shots of vodka with random strangers, leaning her elbows on the countertop, trying to hide visible hurt in her eyes. Did he reject her?

Monty sends me a text every evening. It's always the same question: Call me if you're ok. I'm worried. I never call him. I feel quilty though ever time I see the message.

Lincoln tells me stories about the town's history, his job (he's become a martial arts instructor, again), tries to avoid Octavia's subject, but cannot resist to praise her fighting skills, sometimes he tells me something about Murphy, which I don't understand since I no longer care about the guy (not that I ever did). We meet in his car once or twice a week, he parks in strange parking lots where no one can see us, even though it doesn't make any difference. The town's empty at the night, not even a ghost on the streets.

Sometimes, he reminds me of the old times, sometimes we sit in silence for an hour, listening to his radio.

He never mentions Bellamy, even though he well knows that I'm aware of the fact, that Nate must've told him about Octavia's brother weeks ago. Hell, she probably told Lincoln about Bellamy herself, or even introduced them, she loves her brother just as much as he loves her.

Lincoln's the only person I can be almost completely honest with. Mainly, because he always picks up his phone and offers me a place to stay, even though he knows what the answer is. My dad used to say that true friends come when the entire world leaves.

I tell Lincoln about Indra's bar, which leaves him stunned. How did you find that place? I used to go there to fight. He warns me not to visit the place, it's dangerous, he says, but that doesn't scare me, quite otherwise actually. I remember the note with the address of the bar he left on the counter in my kitchen at the apartment during one of the parties and I almost laugh at how everything flows, goes, comes around... Was it just an accident that I'd seen the address before? Fate?

Panta rhei, I hear Murphy's mocking voice in my head and shake it with disgust. He's the last person I need to have on my mind.

Second to last, actually.

Against my better judgement, I start visiting Lexa's bar everyday. I watch her fights, I stay after them to practise, I find strange pleasure in it. Weeks pass and we meet everyday, sometimes day in, day out, sometimes I don't see her for a few days straight. Whenever I do so, she greets me with a strange expression on her face and I almost believe she's worried about my safety. But then we meet at the ring and she doesn't care about my soft skin or weak stamina. She doesn't care about my health. She's so full of herself it's almost mesmerizing, how the only value she treasuers is... survival.

'Got something today', she says and I follow her. We use the train to get to the town nearby, The Ark. I get a strange feeling in my stomach when we watch the sunrise.

'Feeling sentimental?', Lexa smirks and I shake my head, glancing at her annoyed.

'Piss off', I only say and turn my face away from her eyes. My guts squirm as I remind myself all the bizarre moments I've lived through a few weeks ago. I see Bellamy's face in my mind, I hear his voice and it's not bad things he said about my life. I see him opening the doors of his house, making a mint tea for me, following me to my house, which now seems to me more like an attempt to keep me safe... Something I've realized just a few days ago when I saw him searching the shelves of the library with Murphy saying something (probably spiteful) over his ear. I saw his familiar, gentle face and realized that he only followed me for one reason and it wasn't because he's some sick stalker.

I truly believe he cared about me in some twisted way.

And it's a shame, but it could only work when I was still that girl, when I lost myself and couldn't do anything about it and the only option, my only choice was meeting him. Fate.

But now, it's different.

I have eggs in my hands.

I see police in front of me, the entire wall of dark uniforms. They have shields, we have eggs. I stop in my tracks, but Lexa runs, she runs ahead of me and only turns around to check if I'm behind, an extra force to take them down. She grabs my arm and I move, but it feels like slow-motion. I shout at her. She doesn't listen.

'Clarke!', she screams, crowd of people in front of me and plenty of youngsters behind me. I think I might get trampled, so I run with them, but then someone throws at me me a black shawl and I hear somebody scream hide!. Someone sprays some kind of gas and I get jerked aside by Lexa's tight grip.

'Do you have a death wish?!', she screams at me as we lie on a grass.

'Do you?!', I manage to counter. We've been running for ten minutes.

'If they say hide it means hide!', she snorts and leans her upper body on the outer side of her forearms.

'How would I know? You're insane', I shake my head and look at the sky.

'I hate them. If that makes me insane... good', she only replies and I glance at her, but her face remains expressionless.

'If the queen hates them, they need to be punished', I say ironically and she huffs.

'Come on, I always hear them talking. Is that because you always win your fights?', I look at her amused, it turns out her nickname honestly bothers her.

'I don't care what they say. It's personal', she adds and I'm not sure whether she's referring to the nickname or the police.

We walk around the town and buy ice cream. Vanilla's her favourite.

'Think we should go back', I say, but Lexa shakes her head.

'I have someone here. They could put us up for a night', she replies firmly.

'Not gonna happen, I... I have something to do back there', I cross my arms, pointing in the train's direction with my head.

'What? Your friends miss you?', she mocks me and I want to punch her.

'I have to go', I only answer coldly and turn around.

'Clarke, wait!', she yells and for the first time since I met her, I hear concern in her voice. She's worried I'll leave her, just like everyone else. I want to laugh, because it's exactly how I feel about her. It's how my life is at the moment. Just me and her.

'I'll be at the bar tomorrow', I say without turning around.

'You better be', she spits as if it was her order. But we both know what it is.

My choice.

Hello, everyone! Again, I'm sorry for this late update, I hope there's still some of you left. Hopefully you liked the chapter and I'd LOVE to hear what you think of Lexa! Thank you for reading and all the reviews, you're absolutely and utterly superb!