Captured

Chapter Five

Bellemy Blake and his team of infiltrators stormed the dark cold hallways of the Azegda fortress, their footsteps as light as a summer breeze. So far they hadn't been detected thanks to the use of stealth killings, but the bodies would soon be discovered and so they had to move fast. Otherwise none of them would be leaving the compound alive.

Octavia flanked her brothers left whilst another Trikru warrior flanked the right. As they crept down a particularly dark corridor a light began to shine from around the next corner. Bellemy flattened himself against the chilled stone, a single finger held to his lips to indicate for the others to do the same. Footsteps echoed, and the sound grew closer and for one split second Bellemy thought they would be caught. That was, until the footsteps began to disappear in the other direction. A relieved sigh escaped the man and once the torch light had completely dissipated they continued to move further into enemy territory.

He knew judging from Roan's detailed map that they would be getting close to the cells and they had been described as something similar to a Medieval dungeon. So as they rounded that final corner they knew they were in the right place. The first thing noticed was the door that was ajar and once again Bellemy urged everyone to stop. But as he heard no sounds and stepped inside the room, the dead guard laying lifeless on the ground said it all.

Clarke had escaped.

"What do we do now?" Octavia asked her brother in a stage whisper, the look of bewilderment reflected in both of their eyes. They'd risked their lives to save Clarke after all but of course she'd saved her own life. They really should have known.

"Retrace our steps back towards the exit, the body's still warm so she isn't far away." And with that the assembled group headed back towards the way they'd come, hoping they'd find Clarke before it was too late.

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Echo and her band of captors struggled against the joint restraints that bound them all together. Locked in a ready made cell, Lexa stared down at her in detest. It was a temporary solution whilst they figured out what to do next. They simply could not go unpunished, but again Lexa reminded herself of their new chant 'jus souda nou don jus.' Blood must not have blood.

Of course, being held hostage did nothing to calm Echo's taunting manner.

"What are you going to do? Release us?" Echo sneered, knowing full well of what Lexa was capable of doing to them. However, their enemy was far braver than that and she herself knew it. Azgedakru were a kind of brave and ruthless all on their own. Unfortunately for Lexa she had since changed the ways of their people to build a far better and safer society. It was a dream she had made a reality with Clarke by her side.

Just two years prior, when the talk of starting a family was brought up, Lexa and Clarke had vowed that they must abide by and rule under 'blood must not have blood'. This was for the sake of their child so she could grow up in a world with no blood shed, and no fear of harm or death if she ever broke their rules.

However, now Lexa found herself in a position to once again give that command but this time without Clarke's valued input. She understood Clarke better than anyone else and knew the side that was Wanheda would most likely call for bloodshed. But even with that in mind she still struggled with this decision, once again her duties as Heda weighing heavily on her shoulders.

Instead of appeasing to Echo's angered remarks Lexa simply walked back towards her tent feeling eyes boring into her back. Forgoing 'blood must have blood' had always been a risk, but a necessary one to create a better world for Akalya and their people. But a slither of doubt entered her mind whether this had been the right choice to make.

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Bellemy and his team tried to pick up on Clarke's trail, the leader knowing the blonde the best out of them all. He attempted to read her as best he could, then realised she would first seek out a weapon. As if reading his mind a shot suddenly rang out from the other side of the building, a sound that seemed to pierce through the now disturbed night air. The panic was palpable as they held their weapons at the ready then began to head towards the sound, now knowing their task to remain undetected would be much harder to achieve.

An Azegda man unexpectedly appeared from the darkness, a large knife outstretched as he began his attack. He swung it methodically, clearly a rather skilled fighter. Bellemy knew the guns were only to be used as a last resort as he raised his gun and placed his finger on the trigger, knowing he only had a split second to react.

Octavia appeared from his left and in a moment the blade of her sword had pierced through his chest, red instantly welling as she removed the weapon and watched him fall unceremoniously to the ground. "Come on." The young warrior urged, her tone devoid of emotion as she stepped over the lifeless body. None of them hesitated as they followed her.

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The camp had fallen quiet since bringing the Azegdakru back many hours ago and now they only had to wait for Bellemy and his team to rescue Clarke and bring her back to camp. Guards stood surrounding the cages and no one was permitted to approach. No risk would be taken when it came to Clarke's kidnappers.

Lexa sat her desk with the map sprawled out in front of her, her finger tapping slightly at the edge of the surface. Her gaze turned towards the framed drawing Clarke had given her on the birthday after Akalya had been born. It was a picture of the three of them the morning of their daughters Naming Day, a day in which Lexa would relive over and over if it were possible.

That regretful pain in her gut rose once more, again reminded that this was the first time they'd ever been away from her. And even though Nadia was very much trusted, and they talked through radio every night it was still painful to be away. If Lexa had been asked years ago if she saw herself in the life she now lived she would have told them they were insane. But now that she knew just how content life could be and she was extremely grateful for everything she had.

A small sigh escaped her as she placed the picture back down on the desk, the door to her tent moving aside as Indra entered. "It is time for your verdict Heda."

With a solemn nod Lexa stood, casting one last glance at her family picture before slipping outside to present her people with her decision.

AN: I do apologise for the quality of this chapter, I feel as though it lacks its usual standard but I've rewritten it over and over so this is the final result.

I know I do this often but thank you all again for following this story, you guys are the reason that I write and upload so quickly.

~xoUselessLesbianxo~