A (very) short one-shot where Clarke faces a dark destiny

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Life on Earth had never been easy for them. Far from it.

When Clarke was still quite young, she had find a book lying in her father's office. She was bored, having studied for the pas few hours, and her mind was going batshit crazy. Wells being busy elsewhere, she had thought that she could give it a try.

This book didn't end up being one of her favorite and once it was done, she put it down and never ever read it again. To this day, her memories about it were pretty fuzzy. However, at this moment, a particular sentence from it haunted her.

'Hell is empty and all the devils are here.'

Could this be even more accurate?

Clarke had thought she had lived everything. She had thought the worst was behind them. She had thought that their powerful enemies had all been defeated.

She was so damn wrong.

Never in a million years Clarke would've imagined that their worst enemies could be their own people. The people she had fought for. The people for whom she would have killed and for whom she would have sacrificed herself without any hesitation to save. No, she never thought that her people could become the enemy. But they were. And it wasn't as if they were manipulated by some advanced technology. It wasn't really them back then. They didn't know what they were doing.

But now, they definitely knew.

She was afraid of her own people. Her people, who were thinking clear - well, kind of - and had been, yes manipulated, but not by something they couldn't understand. But by someone just like her. Like them.

She was afraid, because her own people wanted her death. What could she do against that?

The remaining delinquents, the only ones still loyal to her, were hiding with Bellamy, trying to find a solution. But she knew it was hopeless.

So now, Clarke was alone. Alone and scared like she'd never been. Her own mother had been killed for standing up for her. Kane was in prison, waiting for his worthless trial and then, his execution. Bellamy and what was left of the 100 had to act fast and not get caught, or else they would all die, too.

At this point, Clarke didn't have any hope left. She wouldn't let them die to save her. She had caused enough trouble in her life to the people she loved.

Clarke took a look at the men who were escorting her. They were both tall and well build. She didn't have any chance against them. And she would have to fight all the others around her to escape. All the people who came to see her execution.

She then glanced at the girl, the one who asked for all of this. The girl who was smiling, sitting on a chair, waiting for the show. Clarke didn't even knew what she had done so bad that could make the girl hate her this much. But whatever it was, it was about to cost her her life.

They went up on the platform, under the exclamations of the crowd. They claimed blood. And her head.

The crowd stopped screaming abruptly when the girl stood up, one hand in the air.

"Clarke Griffin." The girl started, a hideous smile distorting her face, "You have been found guilty of crimes against your people. Crimes punishable by death. Do you have any last words?"

Clarke looked at the horizon. To this Earth full of unfulfilled promises.

She straightened her back, stared straight at the girl, and said in a loud voice; "I did what I had to do. I'm not sorry."

For a reason that Clarke still didn't understand, that set off something inside the girl. She looked like she could jump on her and kill her with her bare hands.

"Proceed." She shouted instead, causing the exclamations of the crowd.

The men put her on her knees and another man who had remained in the shadows stepped forward with a blade in his hand. Now at least, Clarke knew for sure how she would die. She just hoped it would be fast. But knowing their hatred for her, they would certainly not let her die peacefully.

She kept her head upright, her gaze fixed as the man stepped forward and tried to calculate how hard he had to hit to make sure her head was properly cut off from her body. He clearly had never done it before. It would indeed be painful.

She looked up at the sky and watched the stars that shone a thousand lights. If she were to die tonight, she would at least have the most beautiful of views.

"Okay, I'm ready." Murmured the man with the blade to the others.

At the same moment, a shooting star flew through the sky, as if to taunt her. She closed her eyes, knowing exactly what to wish for.

"May we meet again." She whispered.

A voice then rose from the crowd, stronger than all the others. Clarke's heart, already beating wildly, rattled a beat. She opened her eyes, just in time to see Bellamy leading Raven, Octavia, Miller, Monty, and all her other friends. Weapons in hands, they were ready to fight.

But it was too late.

Bellamy screamed in a loud voice. A scream that perhaps, could've broken the heart of one of the most insensitive person on Earth.

But it was the look in his eyes that broke Clarke's heart, the tears finally running down her cheeks. She had tried so much to hold them back. She hadn't wanted to show the girl that she had won. But she had nonetheless. And the smile on her lips red as blood proved that she knew it, too.

Clarke watched helplessly as Bellamy and all her friends fell to their knees in a position similar to hers. Weapons were aimed at them, they had lost without even having a chance, but they couldn't care less. They all had their eyes locked on Clarke. And Clarke only had eyes for Bellamy. And he for she.

She saw his face reflected the most devastating terror in the world just before everything stopped in a searing pain.

In a way, when her world and her life ended, she did have one of the most beautiful views. It was her most beautiful view.

Unfortunately, happily ever after never happened for them.

It's hard to, when you fight against the devil itself.