Ai Hod Yu In

Chapter 13

Clarke was trying her best to get some rest. The mysterious man had untied her hands for a while so she could care for Madi, but now she was back to being tied up. She just wanted to go home. She just wanted to break down and wallow in all she had lost. She just wanted to be free of this man.

Then there he was. He was wearing the clothes that the Ice Nation scouts had been wearing before they were killed, but he looked pretty similair. At first she thought he was just a figment of her imagination, that this was something in her brain trying to remind her that she had more than just one reason to keep fighting. She had to fight to get back to Bellamy too.

When he brushed her hair to the side, though, she realized that he was very real. More than that, though, she realized he was very much in danger. The man who held her would kill him just as he'd killed every other person they had come across. She couldn't let that happen.

"I'm gonna get you out of here," he promised, taking the gag out of her mouth. She noticed the man behind him, and she'd was surprised how much terror it caused her. This terror… It was like how she'd felt that night, realizing that something was wrong at home. Realizing that Marcus, Nala, and Gustus were in danger. It was similair to how she'd felt every moment she thought about how much danger Madi was constantly in.

"Look out," she screamed at him. The sound woke Madi, who was safely hidden from view. She could see the confusion in Bellamy's eyes as he whirled around, his sword already drawn.

Unfortunately, Bellamy was no match for this man. He had his sword pressed against his neck in no time, Bellamy pinned to the ground. Her terror had only grown, because it was at this moment that she finally realized what this meant.

She had known that she had feelings for Bellamy for a while now. She'd even half admitted how far those feelings went. She was in love with Bellamy Blake, and she was only now admitting it with the fact that he was likely about to die. She was pretty screwed up. And she was starting to cry, damn it.

"No, please! Please, don't! I'll do anything! I'll stop fighting. Just, please, don't kill him."

The man looked at her for a moment, seeming to debate whether she was telling the truth. Then he pulled his sword back, "Thank you."

She hadn't even seen him pull out his knife, but suddenly it was plunged into Bellamy's leg. Bellamy screamed in pain, and Clarke herself felt like she was about to cry.

"Don't follow us," he told Bellamy. He kicked Bellamy in the head, causing him to pass out. He sheathed his sword and looked at Clarke.

"Can I leave the baby with him?" she didn't know what possesed her to ask. She certainly didn't think this man would allow it, but she had to try. She'd meant what she said, about no longer fighting. Still, she couldn't allow her child to die with her. Bellamy would take care of her daughter. He'd always been good with kids. Mostly from necessity, but still.

"Now why would I let you do that?" the man asked her. He was looking at her like she was stupid. Like she was some idiot that he couldn't wait to be rid of. He was looking at her like she was nothing but his ticket back home, and she didn't really like that.

"I'd imagine it's a whole lot easier to travel without a baby, wouldn't you? No crying, no having to stop to feed her. It would make the rest of this trip so much smoother," she told him. She'd never hoped so hard for someone to do as she asked.

"Nah. I think she's better as insurance to make sure that you don't try to run," he responded. He took her ropes off the wall, and once again they were off.

At some point during their journey the man had put the back back over her head. She could see vague outlines, but nothing more. She even heard some speaking, though all she understood was Wanheda. The man made her kneel, and she wished once again that her child was not involved in this.

The bag lifted, and she spent a moment scanning her surroundings. She was in some type of throne room. In front of her was Lexa. Lexa, who had betrayed her. Lexa, who had turned her into this monster. Indra was also there.

"Hello, Clarke," Lexa said, beginning to walk towards her. Clarke's anger was growing and growing, "The deal was for you to bring her to me unharmed."

"She didn't come easy," the man told Lexa.

"I'd expect not," she conceded, looking once again at Clarke, "And the child?"

"Hers. I've done my part. Now do yours. Lift my banishment."

"I'm told your mother's army marches on Polis."

"That has nothing to do with me. Honour our deal."

"I'll honor our deal when your queens honors my coalition. Lock Prince Roan of Azgeda away." Clarke wasn't quite sure why she was shocked that this man Roan was a prince.

"Yes, Heda," one of her guards told her. They took the prince away at once.

"What of Wanheda?"

"Leave us." All of a sudden the room was emptying but for Clarke and Lexa, "You heard me."

Lexa said something, and two men helped Clarke up. Lexa took Clarke's gag out, "I'm sorry. But it had to be this way. I had to ensure that Wanheda didn't fall into the hands of the Ice Queen. I did not expect that you had a child with you. War is brewing, Clarke. I need you.

Clarke spat in Lexa's face at that. She needed her? Clarke had needed her, back at the mountain. Lexa had left her then. Clarke began to struggle and scream.

"You bitch. You wanted the Commander of Death, you got her!" Clarke screamed at her. "I'll kill you."

The men dragged her out of the room screaming.