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Chapter 2:

3rd person POV

There is no good and evil, there is only power and those too weak to seek it - J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

Carl Emerson couldn't help but smirk at the wall. He was no idiot. Do you really think he'd let someone like Atom Finley find him at alpha station? He was better trained then that. He was right where he needed to be.

He leaned his head back on the hard cold wall as he sent a playful grin to the camera. He continued to mock the camera until the door swung open to reveal a blonde.

"Wanheda," he chuckled humorlessly as the scary blonde approached the man tied down with ropes. She squinted her eyes at him before pulling out a pocket knife she happened to have in her pocket. She always knew that would come in handy.

"Carl Emerson," she greeted with a cold expression as she leaned against the wall across from him. She watched as he leaned his head down and chuckled, his head shaking. "What we're doing in alpha station, Emerson?"

His eyes showed his madness and resentment towards the girl interrogating him. He wants her dead and will stop at nothing until she's gone. He remained quiet, his slips sealed.

She sighed and jumped off the wall, she brought the knife to his cheek. She nicked his cheek before her eyes met his. He could read her like a book.

Her eyes revealed her true emotions. Unlike him, she shows humanity and guilt mixed with sadness and disappointment.

"I don't want to hurt you," she said with a saddening smile. Shes trying to guilt him until telling her what she wants. He won't fall for it.

"Shut up," he growled as he tugged on the ropes. "You killed my children," he watched as her face twisted to guilt as she remembered the events of what happened last time she visited mount weather.

"I'm sorry for your loss," she choked on her words, her vulnerability visible for him to see.

"No you're not, you act like your the hero but in reality - your just as evil as a me," he replied with a pause. His head cocked towards her and he stared into her eyes with a unreadable expression. "Do their faces haunt you at night?"

"Shut up," she simply said.

"Make me," he shouted as he spit at her feet, his saliva landing next to her shoe.

She was done playing nice.

She stormed him, the pocket knife in her hands. Anger took control and she slashed his cheek this time, a howl escaping his mouth.

She shook in anger and brought the knife to his neck. "Why were you in alpha station?"

He laughed at her. Her face scrunched up as she shouted and punched him in the face. He groaned but continued to laugh as she kicked at his stomach.

A loud knock was heard on the door before it opened. Miller stared at Clarke, a unreadable expression appeared on his face. His lips were in a line, nor a smile or frown.

She gave Emerson one last glare before shaking her control on and following Miller out of the room, closing and locking the door behind her.

"What?" She spit at him as she leaned against the door. It was obvious Miller pulled her out for a personal reason - not work related.

She shook his head and gave her a pointed look. "Clarke, you're losing control again."

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She mentally cleared her head to reduce all of her stress before she opened her eyes with a smile.

"I'm okay. I want Indra and Malcom taking turns playing good cop - bad cop with Emerson," she said before turning around, but turned his way once again and gave him a silly look. "Indra being the bad cop - obviously."

He chuckled.

Clarke opened the door to the apartment only to see her two best friends passed out on the couch next to two empty boxes from the pizza place. Clarke swiftly walked into the living room, quietly putting her purse down.

She turned the tv off and laughed as Octavia began to drool on Ravens neck. She walked through the living room and into her room to check the time. The clock struck eight o'clock.

All three of the girls have class starting at seven in the morning. Both Raven and Octavia think it's outrageous the university doesn't let their students choose their own times for classes.

Clarke on the other hand loves having class in the morning. She's always been a morning person, always waking up at the crack of dawn and falling asleep before the sun goes down.

Most people say she's boring and acts like a grandmother, but she cares about her future. She'd rather study and fall asleep at a decent time then be sleep deprived and partying every night.

That doesn't mean she doesn't get down and dirty once in a while. She does have Raven and Octavia as roommates and they're party animals (mainly Octavia).

Clarke sat down at her desk and cracked open her organic chemistry textbook and began studying chapter five. She personally thinks organic chemistry is one of the hardest classes she's had to take so far as a junior in college.

It took her two hours to finish reading and taking notes on every page of the chapter. She needs to memorize this for the test next Thursday. She doesn't want to disappoint her mother.

Ever since she was little her mother has had the idea of Clarke going into the medical field for a career and even planned her whole future out. She'd force her to take summer courses and CPR classes and even had her certified as a lifeguard as soon as she turned fourteen.

She forced Clarke to become the perfect daughter, and she was the perfect daughter - until she couldn't take it anymore.

When she was sixteen she was mugged on the side of the street. The man held a gun to her head and groped her ass before stealing her wallet and jewelry. Once he realized she was Abigail Griffins daughter he attempted to kidnap her but two nearby cops were around to contain him before he caused further harm.

She broke after that. She could barely walk outside without the fear of someone killing her. There was also the fact that the paparazzi was up her ass about the accident. They even showed up at her school several times.

She finally reached out to her father about fighting and he agreed that it was time for her to become more in depth with the family business.

Abby immediately disagreed and told them both no - but they ignored her anyways and began training. She was a quick learner and a natural fighter, that's what her father said.

By the time she was seventeen she could easily take someone's hand off without blinking. Unlike most of the people Jake trained with, Clarke used both her heart and head when fighting.

Most fighters - warriors even fight with either their heart or head, never both. They either let their emotions control their decisions, or think with their brains and chose the most logical choice, ignoring their hearts pleas and humanity doing so.

When she was 18, her father died. He was killed during a bombing set off by the mountain men. Cage Wallace led the attack and ever since Clarke's been seeking revenge and justice.

Her mother hated the fact she took over the family business. Clarke knows she hates the fact she can't control every aspect of Clarke's life now that she's the boss of a dangerous organization.

Clarke's not someone you want to mess with.

Abby urges Clarke to go to medical school - and Clarke wants to, she just hates all of the pressure Abby forces upon her.

In high school, her mother would always get angry if she got anything below a ninety-six percent. Abby got it in her head that Harvard wouldn't accept Clarke if she had any grades below a ninety-six percent.

In the end Clarke didn't even apply to Harvard. She had a fat chance of getting in, but declined the many, many chances her mother gave her, but instead she applied and got into a nearby school to stay near Skaikru.

"Clarke," Raven said in a questionable tone as she paddled into her room. "It's ten-fifteen, why are you still studying?"

Clarke sighed as she closed her textbook. Her head pounded from all of the reading. She leaned back in her chair and stared at Raven in front of her. "I have a test next Thursday."

Raven rolled her eyes and leaned over to grab at Clarke's textbook. She protested with a hey and tried to get it back but Raven put it behind her back. "You're done studying tonight," she demanded as she pointed a finger at Clarke. "The test isn't until next Thursday," she laughed. "It's Tuesday, stop stressing out."

"I know," Clarke sighed as she yawned, bringing a hand up to her mouth.

"Get some sleep, grandma. Octavia left to pick up her brother from the airport, I think she's spending the night at his place," Raven said as she stole Clarke's blue hairbrush and began brushing through her long, brown hair.

"Ooh," Clarke laughed. "Her mysterious brother is finally appearing. Should we be scared? Imagine another Octavia."

Raven shook in mocking fear before bursting out laughing. "I think we'd die."

"Literally," Clarke said as a afterthought.

"What happened at work tonight that was so important you had to miss another movie night?"

Clarke scraped the back of her brain for a answer. She paused for a moment and let out a deep sigh to give her a second to think.

"A client came in trying to sell a fake painting," she rolled her eyes in annoyance. "The other co-worker couldn't tell if it was fake or not so they called me in."

"That's stupid," Raven snorted.

"Yeah..." Clarke sighed as she took off her shirt and looked through her shirt drawer for a oversized t-shirt to wear to bed.

"I'll see you in the morning, I gotta go call Wick," she said before walking out of her room.

Clarke closed the door behind her and turned off her lights, keeping the lamp on her bed still plugged in. She had already thrown on sweatpants earlier so she had no need change them.

She hopped in bed and pulled out her phone, only to see a message from her mother pop up. She rolled her eyes and wanted to ignore it - but knew she shouldn't.

She opened the message without a second thought.

Clarke, have you been studying?

Really? Clarke thought. Abby hasn't reached out in two weeks but only contacts her daughter to make sure she's studying? She couldn't even a send a I miss you or I love you.

She left her on open before slamming her phone on her dresser and turning off her light. By the time she fell asleep the apartment was silent, no one could hear the mysterious man creep into their apartment.

I'm back.