So since there's not much to do in quarantine for several months, I binge watched a couple of shows, the 100 being one of them. I got really into it, and this idea popped into my head awhile ago.

Note: Takes place in early season 4, just because I felt that the setting worked best with what I wanted to do.

Hope you enjoy, let's begin.

Polis

Octavia was sitting in a chair by the marketplace, eavesdropping on any conversations that infer a rebellion against Roan.

Octavia scoffed. "I hate say it, but I have to give Echo credit. It takes a lot of patience to just sit here and listen to..."

Octavia's monologue was interrupted when one of Roan's guards came up to her.

"The king has requested your presence." the guarded informed.

Octavia reluctantly got up from her seat.

"Where do I go?" she asked.

The guard pointed towards an alleyway.

Octavia made her way to the alleyway with the guard in tow, when she got the sense something was about to happen.

She turned around with her sword unsheathed, but before she could accomplish any other action, the guard stuck a needle into her neck.

Octavia hissed as she swung her sword at the guard, grazing his check as he fell to the floor.

Octavia then took a few steps towards the floored guard. But then, her legs began to go numb, and she was unable to stand anymore.

She fell on the ground as every other muscle failed to respond to her requests.

She looked at the guard who got up from the floor, and darkness began to consume her vision.

"Shhh." the guard hushed. "Don't worry. When you wake up, you won't be alone."

Octavia tried to resist the darkness, but to no avail.

Her eyes betrayed her as she let the darkness take her.

Outside Arkadia

Clarke and Bellamy were in the woods, hunting for anything they could bring back.

"I don't know if we'll find much out here." Clarke stated. "Raven said that the radiation would affect the animals before us."

"Even if there's nothing out here, I had to get away from it for awhile." Bellamy replied.

Clarke sighed. "I get it. But we can't let it get to us. We have to make these decisions."

"I already made one, and 300 people died because of it."

"Bellamy..." Clarke then grabbed his arm to have him face her. "You did what you felt was right."

"Would you have done the same?" he asked her. Clarke didn't reply. "That's what I thought."

Bellamy then turned around and continued walking.

"I'm not always right Bellamy." Clarke said to get him to feel better.

"Neither am I." Bellamy said in a regretful tone.

"Bellamy..." Clarke then reached for his shoulder. But before she could grab it, a hand grabbed the side of her head and slammed it into a tree next to her.

Clarke fell to the ground, her hand on the side of her head.

Hearing this, Bellamy immediately turned around to face a dark haired woman in her late teens to early 20s.

Bellamy reactively reached for his gun. But before he accurately aim it at her, she unsheathed her sword and hit the gun out of his hand.

Bellamy then reacted and charged her. He grabbed her by the shoulders, and the two of them smashed into the ground.

Bellamy then put his hands on her throat and began to choke her. But then she pulled out a needle and injected it into his neck.

Bellamy instantly put his hand on the side of his neck, giving her a chance to throw him off of her.

Bellamy tried to get up, but his body refused, and his field of vision depleted as he fell asleep.

Clarke managed to stand herself up. But before she could contemplate her surroundings, an arm wrapped around her neck, placing her in a choke hold.

Clarke tried to fight it, but the figure behind her was much stronger than she was.

"You're the great Wanheda?" a male voice whispered into her ear. "I expected you to be a bit more... intimidating."

Clarke tried to inhale, but so very little air made it's way into her lungs, and she fell under the same spell Bellamy did.

Unknown

"Bellamy?" a female voice cried.

'Clarke?' Bellamy said in his head.

"Bellamy, please wake up." It wasn't Clarke's voice.

"Oc.. Octavia?" Bellamy asked as he opened his eyes.

Bellamy looked in front of him to see Octavia's arms chained as she was hanging from the ceiling.

And to her right, Clarke was in the same predicament.

Bellamy tried to move, but saw that his arms and legs were bound to a chair.

"What's going on?" Bellamy asked.

"Does it look like I know?" Octavia retorted.

"Allow us to shed some light on your situation." the female from earlier said as she approached behind Octavia and Clarke with a male figure.

"Some would call this revenge." the male began. "Others justice. I call it reckoning for your sins."

"Who are you?" Clarke asked.

"My name is Jules." the female introduced herself. "And this is my accomplice, Asher."

"Look," Bellamy began. "if this is about Alie and the City of Light, we didn't start it. We even destroyed..."

Bellamy was interrupted when Asher raised his hand and backhanded Octavia.

"HEY!" Bellamy screamed with rage in his eyes. "Don't you touch her!"

Asher chuckled at Bellamy's threat.

"You're not here because of the City of Light." Asher explained. "You're here because you murdered my sister when she was sent to protect your people."

The rage in Bellamy's eyes then softened into regret at Asher's explanation.

"Ok, I get it." Bellamy said. "You want revenge, or justice, or whatever the hell you want to call it. I get it. But let them go. They're innocent."

"Really?" Asher asked rhetorically. "They're innocent? Your sister murdered the leader of the slaughter your people committed, denying me peace. And Wanheda over there murdered 300 people, including Jules' father."

Clarke then looked at the two with confusion, followed shortly by realization.

"You mean the dropship?" she asked.

Jules then walked over the Clarke, knife in hand.

"I have waited for this for months." she said as she brought the knife close to Clarke. "Studying you. Learning about you. And now, all my patience is about to pay off."

Jules dug the knife into Clarke's shirt, but not her skin. And in one quick motion, Jules sliced the shirt in half, causing both pieces to fall to the floor, leaving Clarke's top half completely exposed, other than the bra she was wearing.

"What are you doing?" Bellamy asked with worry clouding his face.

"You'll find out in a moment." Asher replied as he grabbed Octavia's shirt and split it in half with his bare hands, leaving the girl exactly as exposed as Clarke.

"What about him?" Jules asked.

Asher shrugged. "Just in case."

Jules then walked up to Bellamy and sliced his shirt in half, leaving his bare chest completely exposed.

"What is the point of this?" Octavia asked, staring down Asher.

Asher smiled as he pulled out something from the back of his pants. When the trio got a look at what he had, they got the general idea.

"Is that an electric baton?" Clarke asked. "How the hell did you get that?"

"You'd be surprised how careless your people can be with your resources." Asher replied.

"So that's it?" Bellamy asked unimpressed. "Torture? I get why you want to do it. But I hoped you'd at least be a bit more original."

Jules chuckled. "Well, me and Asher may be doing the torture directly. But we won't choose who suffers, that honor belongs to you."

The trio faces then evolved into a mixture of confusion and horror at that statement.

"I choose me." Bellamy said without hesitation.

"Bellamy..." Octavia pleaded.

"Don't!" Clarke yelled.

"Unfortunately, you're not on the chopping block Bellamy." Asher said. "No, you have to choose between Clarke and Octavia."

Bellamy shook his head.

"No." he said defiantly.

"If you don't choose, we'll torture both of them."

Bellamy then shook his head again. But this time, he had to close his eyes in order to stop the tears that threatened to stream down.

"Please... don't do this." Bellamy begged.

"Last chance Bellamy." Jules said. "Who's it going to be?"

Bellamy still had his eyes closed shut, shaking his head.

"I... I... I don't..." he was completely speechless.

Tired of waiting, Asher lowered the baton to Octavia's stomach and had it make contact with her flesh.

Octavia screamed, eyes as open as they could be, mouth forming a near perfect O, and terror throughout her face.

Hearing this, Bellamy's eyes immediately opened, causing several tears to fall down his cheeks.

"STOP! PLEASE!" Bellamy yelled.

After about 15 seconds, Asher removed the baton from Octavia's skin. Giving the girl a moment to catch her breath.

"Was it really that bad?" Asher asked in a taunting tone.

"Screw... you..." Octavia replied with a death stare.

Asher frowned at Octavia's reply. And in response, he brought the baton back on top of her stomach. Octavia then resumed her screams and cries of agony.

"Next time, be a little more humble bitch." Asher said on a level that was barely above a whisper.

Seeing this, Bellamy jerked around in his chair, trying to free himself. But no luck, the rope was too tight and the chair planted firmly on the ground.

After about 30 seconds this time, Asher withdrew the baton from Octavia, leaving the skin of her stomach as red as the sun.

"I hope you learned your lesson." Asher said.

Octavia's head fell in front of her, completely motionless. She was still awake, but her energy and will were depleted.

Seeing how damaged Octavia was at the moment, Asher then made his way to Clarke.

"Don't." Bellamy begged, eyes red and tears still streaming down his face. "Please... don't."

"If you really loved her, you could have spared her from this pain by choosing Octavia." Asher stated as he sadistically smiled at Bellamy.

"When I get out of this, I'm going to kill you." Clarke stated.

"When you get out of this, the only person you'll want dead is yourself." Asher replied.

And in that moment, pain was sent to damn near every nerve in Clarke's body.

Screams exited her mouth and tears fell from her eyes as pain entered her from the pit of her stomach, to the rest of her body.

Asher wasn't as gentle with her as he was with Octavia. He was smiling, he had a firm and powerful grip on the baton against her stomach, and at least a minute elapsed since he started.

"STOP! YOU'RE KILLING HER!" Bellamy yelled at a pitch that could pierce ears.

"No, you are." Asher responded.

70 seconds.

80 seconds.

90 seconds.

100 seconds.

That's how long Clarke lasted before everything went black.

Wow, talk about intense. Been a while since I got the stakes up that high at the first chapter.

Anyone, if you have any predications, prompts, compliments, criticisms, or anything in general, please review, fav, follow, and I'll see you in the next chapter.