Captured

Chapter Ten

Lexa subtly scaled the entire room, looking for a direction for her plan. One little detail that would help get them all out. Her plan had worked this far and had depended heavily on the guards not finding the smuggled weapon currently resting against her ankle.

A distraction, they needed a distraction and with Indra's quick manoeuvres and Lexa's flexibility and foresight, they had a chance to make it out.

Lexa started towards Ontari then, counting to be at least knocked down as an excuse to reach for the knife. She had to be cunning, one step ahead of the enemy. Just as she'd been taught by Anya all those years ago. The distraction presented its reward as the Commander had so desired, allowing Indra to attack the guards at their flanks just as Lexa tackled into the nightblood.

They fell to the ground and as Ontari struggled to maintain the upper hand, Lexa used the momentum to bound back to her feet and grasp the weapon from her shoe. An amused grin that could very belong to a mad man spread across the other nightblood's lips like a wildfire, this time she herself charging for Lexa who in turn managing to dodge the attack. This was a game to Ontari, a game with high stakes.

The Azgeda woman breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling in excitement. It was a rather sad sight to behold, but Lexa did not allow herself to wonder how she'd come to be the person standing before her. Her only thought in mind was to win this battle.

Lexa knew Ontari's next move before it had been made, another charge from the crazed nightblood which Lexa so easily sidestepped. She was buying time, and from the corner of her eye she saw a guard move towards her in an attempt to subdue Lexa.

By this time Clarke was battling her own fight, the two guards on either side holding her forearms tightly. Painfully tight as a grimace graced her purple features. Indra fought hard to take out the remaining of the men, her own knife retrieved from her boot during Lexa's disturbance.

The knife Indra held flew through the air towards one of the men holding back Clarke, piercing his chest and he fell to the ground with a strangled cry. The blonde took her opportunity then, managing to elbow one of her captors in the chest before grabbing his head and slamming it into the closest wall.

Clarke stepped over the body and retrieved the knife from the other fallen guard, then turned to fight her next opponent. Her eyes widened as she stared across the room, just in time to watch her wife swiftly and gracefully take out another guard.

Chests heaved in exertion as the last one standing was Ontari. Without warning the two Nightblood's began to circle one another, Ontari's teeth gleaming in the dimly lit room. Indra made a moved to intervene but Lexa held up her hand. 'No one fights for me.' The gesture's silent meaning reached the warrior and she stepped away without argument.

Clarke fought the urge to move to her wife's side, knowing well that she needed to do this. Ontari wanted Lexa's position, her power. And only Lexa could defend that.

"Just you and me Commander." Ontari spat in disgust, the two continuing their dance for dominance. Lexa knew little of the other nightblood's skills and manoeuvres, but her ability to foresee an opponent's attack may very well come in handy.

Lexa knew better than to strike first and Indra called out her name from the corner of the room. "Heda, take this." The sword flew through the air upon receiving her attention and was caught seamlessly in her grasp. The weapon twirled once then twice in her hold, testing the weight of it as her eyes never left Ontari. The introduction of a weapon only seemed to fuel the crazed woman's delight as the circling continued.

Ontari struck first, just as predicted and Lexa smoothly avoided her assault. The Azgeda woman proceeded to attack relentlessly and consistently, and each time Lexa darted from the blow of the other woman's sword.

The frustration that was smeared across Ontari's face grew with each passing minute and every failing blow. Lexa could see the cracks begin to form as she watched the woman's strength and stamina deteriorate.

Ontari struggled to breath as beads of sweat began to gather on the crease of her brow. "Fight me you coward!" She challenged feverishly, her knuckles turning white as she clutched the weapon in her hand.

As if on cue, triggered into action by the now shattered nightblood Lexa began to descend upon her adversary, her face still a mask of calm. The Commander twirled the sword once more, this time using the momentum to strike out at the nightblood, causing her to temporarily fall off balance. She started to stumble backwards and with another quick jolt of the hilt of Lexa's sword she finally knocked her onto the ground.

"The very first lesson taught to Natblida's, on the very first day. Use your opponents weakness to your advantage." The Commander placed her foot on the woman's hand, preventing her from lifting up her weapon in retaliation before kicking it aside. Lexa placed her own sword under Ontari's neck, applying just enough pressure to drive her point home.

"You would know that, if you had trained correctly instead of cowering behind Queen Nia." The words seemed to flare Ontari's hatred as she struggled to fight against Lexa's hold. The sword only pressed further into her jugular and blood began to trickle down her neck.

"I didn't cower! I waited for my moment and now its here!" Ontari continued to thrash like a wild animal, untamed and very much unpredictable. Lexa's gaze never wavered, even as she felt Clarke move to stand beside her. They both knew she couldn't be allowed to walk free.

Clarke's hand moved to rest atop Lexa's on the hilt and they shared a look, a simple gaze of silent understanding. Lexa wanted to protest Clarke's involvement but on their wedding day she had vowed they would do everything as one. Neither expected the other to face anything alone.

Ontari's eyes widened in fear, the first emotion of its nature surfacing since the beginning on this ordeal. Lexa's hold tightened and with a small nod they simultaneously pushed the end into the nightblood's throat.

Blood the colour of the night sky began to trickle from the woman's mouth, gargling sounds radiating around the room as she slowly slipped away. No one dared to look away, not even Indra who stood the furthest away in the room.

Ontari choked her last breath and as she did a sense of both dread and relief settled over the Commander. She turned her gaze towards Clarke once more and without a pause pulled her into an embrace. Clarke shuddered against her and she knew she was crying. All she could do was hold her and whisper soothing words until the tears subsided.

Lexa eyes asked a silent question and her wife nodded as she gently pulled away. "I'm fine." They could talk more later, in the safety of their home.

Indra led them from the room, with Lexa and Clarke flanking. The threat of new guards appearing was imminent as they hurried through the halls.

Upon hearing footsteps all three flattened themselves against the cold wall, an urgency of boots on concrete rushing past them. Shouts of discovery reached their ears and in an instant they were sprinting onwards.

They tried each doorway, hoping to find an exit. Then Clarke suddenly recalled a hallway and took over from Indra, leading them towards the door she had escaped through on her first attempt.

Light instantly reached them as the door was opened, the cold air blasting them for a second. Icy but fresh air filled their lungs, and without peering back they started to run towards camp.

AN: I know this outcome might not be to everyone's liking but in my mind there wasn't any other way to play this. In this story, Ontari is unhinged far more than she's depicted in the show. Lexa and Clarke's understanding and conversation about wanting to be better really comes back into play here and drives home the fact that sometimes you can't be the good guy just like in the show.

I really feel as though both Lexa and Clarke are neither the good guys or the bad. They're just trying to lead as best they can and join the clans, something that Lexa never amounted to achieve in the show (yes I'm still bitter).

Thank you all again for reading. At this point only an epilogue is to be written and this is done. I know I struggled along the way to write this in regards to direction but thank you for sticking with it.

~xoUselessLesbianxo~