Captured
Chapter Six
Silence settled over the group of warriors that had gathered to hear the Commander's verdict over the prisoners' fate, Lexa making her way towards the crowd. A guard walked on either side of her as more and more of her most trusted and loyal warriors came into view.
Lexa took a deep steadying breath, unsure on how well her decision would be received by her people. She did not know if it was the right choice, considering the threat these people had already made towards her family and the Coalition. However, it was the alternative that felt right, and one she knew Clarke would almost certainly approve of.
As the Commander strode past the prisoners, a blunt reminder of why they were gathered so far from home, Lexa knew it would not be wise to blatantly disregard them. The guards still stood in position as their Heda glanced at Echo and her accomplices, an eerily calm resolve on her features, a look that would send shivers down any man or woman's spine. But again, she was reminded of Azgedakru's exceptionally tough exterior and only received a cold hardened look in return.
A throne was not necessary for this gathering as Lexa intended for it to be short. She was here to reveal her verdict and nothing more. The crowd had parted to allow for their Heda to walk through, murmurs of 'Heda' and bowed heads greeting her in respect. Finally arriving at the front, Lexa turned to address her people.
"You have all been summoned here to bear witness my decision and fate to be brought down on these Coalition traitors. It is true for the first time in our history I have strayed away from our customs in hopes of building a less bloody and far more just system to the one we have all known and have grown up with. But in making that decision I knew there was only one path to chose in order to keep to our new and just society."
Lexa could see the uncertainty reflecting in each set of eyes she gazed into, but she did not flinch or look away. She inhaled inwardly, mentally preparing herself for a possible rebellion. "Six years ago, the Coalition of the Thirteen Clans was officially signed in a blood oath and in order to keep what we have built, the decision should not just fall on my shoulders. Upon Wanheda's return we will travel back home, and a Clan meeting will be announced. I will not be the only one deciding the fate of these traitors." Lexa's voice began to climb by the time she reached the last sentence as both murmurs and yells of protests sounded amongst the clearing. But before it could spiral out of control the Commander held up her hand and the camp fell quiet once more.
With mouths gaped open in astonishment Lexa turned on her heel and walked away from the gathering, Echo and her followers just as surprised as everyone else. Echo's mouth morphed into an icy, hardened smirk. She definitely knew this wasn't over.
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No other gunshots sounded after the first initial two as Bellamy and his team followed Clarke's tracks as well as they could. Clarke had many talents and during her time living in the wild she had learned the skill of covering her tracks, even in a building rather than the forest. So following her merger trail was somewhat challenging. All Bellamy had was that fact that he knew her well and could guess which direction she would go.
Their group eventually were met with a door that opened up to the outside world which fortunately for them created tracks that were much easier to follow. Two Azgeda guards suddenly appeared before them, apparently making their rounds of the perimeter. Before anyone could react, Octavia stepped forward once more with her sword in hand and swiftly but silently took them out.
Clarke's tracks began to lead them off into the snow-covered woods, her trail now easier to follow as there were footprints in the snow. Broken branches and scuff marks on the ground steered them deep into the forest, Roan's map now being absolutely useless as it only showed the area of the compound.
Bellamy and his team moved deeper and deeper into the woods and eventually came face to face with a cliff. Just as they were about to discuss any possible paths a shout sounded from above them and everyone's eyes snapped up to search the clifftop. The blur of blonde flashed before them and it only took a second to realise who it was. Clarke. But she wasn't alone.
Two more Azgedakru chased Wanheda through the snow and Bellamy wasted no time in finding a way to reach her. For only a moment his team behind him hesitated but soon he could hear their footsteps following his trail. His heart pounded in his chest as he chased after Clarke and not one, nor two, but three pursuers. One more than what he had originally sighted. He only hoped he reached her in time.
They finally rounded a bend that led up towards the cliff's ledge, and again charging on Bellamy scaled the steep snow-covered hill. He almost lost his footing on multiple occasions but thankfully his team was not directly behind him. Panic seemed to crawl away at him even despite his best efforts to keep it at bay as the Azgeda men gained some ground on Clarke.
Bellamy swore as Clarke suddenly stumbled, apparently not seeing the fallen tree branch that too was covered in snow. His eyes went wide as he watched in horror as the men came to a halt before her, Clarke already trying to scramble backwards. Two outstretched their weapons and hauled Clarke to her feet, the blades of the knives they carried held directly to the hollow of her throat. Bellamy swallowed thickly as his friend tried to yank her arm away, struggling to break free. Alarm spiked through everyone present as yet another man appeared from behind Clarke and Bellamy moved to rush forward.
"CLARKE!" Bellamy screamed out, but before Clarke could even turn her head the man was already behind her with a sword digging almost painfully into her side. Again, Bellamy went to run forward but the hand on his shoulder stopped him in his tracks, if only for a moment. "If we go now, we'll live to fight another day." Octavia urged fiercely, clearly not liking the situation they now faced any more than her brother. Not only were they leaving their closest friend behind but there was also the fear of the wrath of the Commander if they did not bring her lover back to her.
With gritted teeth and fists balled tight, Bellamy watched on helplessly as the men hit the blonde over the head, rendering her unconscious and drag her away and out of sight.
AN: Annnnnnd I'm back. At least, to me this chapter was a lot easier to write and better written than the last.
I just wanted to make a note here that I am definitely not a Bellarke shipper, so if you were hoping for some plot twist, Clarke cheating type of story then you might want to stop here. The Bellamy in this story is one of Clarke's closest friends and of course as a result of that knows her very well, but still not as well as Lexa.
Thank you again for reading and until next time~
~xoUselessLesbianxo~