The streetlights always flickered and usually went out in this part of the city. Downtown to be exact, as she prowled the streets. Her target tonight was members of a local gang that had sprung up over the last few months and were selling drugs to kids and getting them involved in their gang related activity.

It was just another name to cross off and a chance to find out who was further up the chain of command. Small time gangs always work for a major player and said major player may have the answers she was looking for. She crossed the dark street, keeping to the shadows as much as possible to avoid detection as she spotted three gang members up ahead. They were dressed in clothes that would be expected to be worn by street gang members, jeans, tank tops and one of them wore a bandana.

Their arms were covered in tattoos as she expected their backs would be also, and it was these signature tattoos that often were the key identifying feature that distinguished members of one gang from another. This gang in particular had their turf run in the area where Lincoln was murdered so Octavia was looking to pump each and every member who might have some information for her regarding the aforementioned murder.

As it so happened, this gang had a nasty habit of getting innocent people either killed in the crossfire of their activities or the signature strategy used by them, which was to get people, teenagers specifically addicted to the product they were selling, infecting them with their drugs and letting them go, knowing that 99% of them would be back and would do anything for another hit. Including doing the gang's dirtywork, which was how members had eluded prosecution for so long.

Until now. She watched as they approached an unwary teenager who happened to be walking home, oblivious to their nefarious presence and as she watched them follow the teenager, she crept closer, keeping pace with them as she plotted a way to take them down. Her plan was simple. She was going to wait for them to stop the teenager and she was going to surprise them from behind, incapacitating two of the three and taking bandana boy for questioning.

Meanwhile, the teenager had caught on that he was being followed and panic forced him to increase his pace. What he didn't realise was that bandana boy had split off from the trio in order to cut off the teenager, which he did a moment later. Whirling around and seeing he had no where to go, the boy stopped as did his three new 'friends.' Octavia had moved into position now and she blocked out everything but what she needed to do.

She jumped out, catching the first gangbanger by surprise slamming him into the wall, knocking him to the ground. The second pulled out a knife and took a few swipes and stabs which were expertly avoided. As he went for another stab, Octavia dodged the attack, slamming her elbow into his face stunning the second gangbanger.

Quickly grabbing his knife from his hand she held it to his throat as a shot was fired by bandana boy, narrowly missing her as she positioned herself behind the second gangbanger, knife still to his throat. Bandana boy hesitated before asking,

"What do you want?" he asked trying to sound threatening but his heart wasn't quite in it. The teenager was on the ground now watching on frightened by what he was witnessing.

"Put the gun down and your boy doesn't get hurt," Octavia replied using a British accent. As part of her need for secrecy regarding what she did of a night time, she figured a way to make her less identifiable would be to not only not allow her to be seen clearly but to not have her typical voice heard.

She hadn't been looking towards Bandana boy but she looked up now, giving him the full weight of her gaze. She saw him visibly recoil as his eyes locked with hers. The startling feature that stood out was her red irises, a neat trick by her wearing contact lenses.

His gun pointed down and waved a bit, and it was from this lapse of concentration on his part where she took her opportunity to strike. Quick as lightning, she pulled her human shield out of the way, flinging the dagger at the Bandana boy, knocking the gun from his grasp, scattering on the ground into the darkness. She withdrew her gun from the holster pointing it at his heart.

"Don't move!" She yelled as he froze on the spot. Her former human shield begun to move on the ground and she fired directly next to his head.

"The next one doesn't miss," her voice devoid of emotion as he shrunk under her brief gaze. Walking over to Bandana boy now, he put his hands up as if to say, 'I don't want any trouble.' The problem with that was, trouble found him.

She looked back up at her main target this evening,

"Julio Granero!" She said in a raised voice addressing Bandana boy using his name. He flinched slightly at her tone.

"I need information about a murder that happened on your turf a few months ago. It's about the death of man named Lincoln." She said striding forward towards him purposefully.

Motioning at him with the gun she said, "Get on your knees with your hands behind your back!" He did as he was told as she circled around him the gun trained on him with one hand, the other reaching into her jacket to produce the wire she needed to tie his hands.

She'd been recently targeting members of this particular gang in the hopes that they'd have something, anything that could help her uncover the truth. So far, she received nothing so she decided to move up the chain of command in the gang hierarchy.

Grasping his shoulder firmly with her left hand, she placed the barrel of the gun against his temple,

"Start talking. What do you know about that murder?" He spat on the ground and gave a brief chuckle,

"You're not going to kill me chica, you won't get info that way if I'm dead."

She jammed the gun more forcefully into his temple,

"Maybe not, but if I don't get anything from you, I'll find someone else," She holstered the gun and withdrew a knife, making sure he felt the chill of the steel blade against his skin,

"I think you will talk. You just need a bit of persuasion." She could see the effect her words were having on him as his breathing begun to increase rapidly and a lite sheen of sweat adorned his forehead.

"If I talk at all, you know that they'll kill me right?" He said with a slight tone of desperation in his voice.

She drew the blade across his back, cutting through his shirt like a hot knife through butter, a line of crimson appearing in its wake. He gasped and struggled as the pain radiated across his back.

"I'll make sure you're in custody when I'm done." She tapped the blade against his mouth, the metallic scent of his blood beginning to fill the air, "Talk."

After several questions and vague answers later, Octavia begun to think that only the absolute top of the food chain of the criminal activity in the City, as in those who planned it, were likely to be able to yield any actual useful information. As she drew another cut across Granero, he broke.

"Okay, okay! I'll tell you what I know," he sobbed, his shirt a tattered bloody mess. Taking a deep breath he continued,

"You know the Don of the Parchezzi family? Rumour has it that he has a special group that he uses to handle certain situations. They're called 'Murder 4 Hire' and chances are if this Lincoln knew something he shouldn't have, they'd have been the guys to ice him."

His words were greeted with silence and as he turned his head to try and see what she was doing, she strapped a recording device at the base of his neck,

"Thanks for the information Julio. Now I'm going to need you to speak nice and clearly into the device. You're going to confess all of your crimes as are your pals," she informed him.

A couple of hours later, the Skyfall City Police Department became aware of three felons bound and placed unceremoniously on the front steps leading into the precinct each with recording devices strapped to their chests.

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"I'm getting breaking news here, so I'm going to have to cut you off there. We've just received word that the Crimson Death has delivered three criminals right to the SCPD. This has been confirmed by the one and only image captured this evening of the Crimson Death by a camera outside of the precinct," said the news anchor as the image flashed onto the screen.

The image was crystal clear but the visual of the Crimson Death was not able to positively ID the individual. She's standing facing 90 degrees away from the camera and no face is visible, just the red eyes beneath the hood, looking back at the camera.

"SCPD detectives have confirmed the 'confessions' are legitimate as the perpetrators, one of them Julio Granero, a notorious drug dealer has backed up what he said, but has refused to offer any information regarding the Crimson Death. We'll have more developments for you as we receive them."

The next few days passed in a blur, without much of anything memorable occurring. Octavia had agreed to hang out with her friends like they had initially planned on the Thursday night, watching movies and it wasn't too long before the conversation strayed to boys.

"So who have you got your eye on Clarke? Wells is pretty keen to get back with you I hear." Raven said as she nudged her in the ribs. Clarke scrunched her face up as if she'd tasted something disgusting.

"After what he did, there's no way that that is ever going to happen again," was what she offered in reply. She looked over at Octavia, "So how about you O? I know it's been tough."

Octavia shifted uncomfortably as the subject of her personal life was still difficult to deal with. She still felt a touch raw about it and even though she knew in the back of her mind that she had to move on at some point, she wasn't quite ready for it just now. So as usual she deflected, and this time onto Raven,

"What about yourself Raven? I know that there's a boy or two that has been asking about you?" She said as she bumped shoulders with her.

Raven took her time before meeting her eyes, "Ever since Finn and what he did, it's been kind of hard to get in the mood for any of that." She looked back down at her crossed legs. Octavia put a hand on her shoulder causing her to look back up,

"Any guy would be lucky and would love to be with you Raven. If they could see you the way Clarke and I do." She paused for a moment. "You're strong and brave and you always stand up for your friends. You don't let anyone push you around and there isn't anything you can't fix or problem you can't solve." Raven smiled at her but it wilted at the edges as she wiped her eyes,

"I've got something in my eye," was all she said as she walked off to the bathroom. Clarke sighed,

"Well this isn't going the way I was hoping," with click of the remote, she paused the movie they'd been watching. Octavia got to her feet,

"I'll go get her. She'll be fine in moment." She walked down the hall and knocked on the door to the bathroom, "Can I come in Raven?"

She waited for moment before the door swung open. It was plain to see that Raven was still upset, but she was trying not to show it.

"Do you really think all of that about me? All of what you just said?" She asked Octavia, who nodded. She admired Raven even if she'd never said it out loud so openly before as she had earlier. It had been tough for her, having become an orphan at such a young age and being taken in by Clarke's family.

Then on top of that, having Finn who had been a long time boyfriend of hers, cheat on her after all they'd been through, it had broken her heart and in many ways she was still in pain. Pain was something that Octavia understood all too well.

She had to brace herself to prevent falling to the floor given the force with which Raven launched herself, wrapping her arms around her friend in a hug. It was like this that they stood, even as Clarke came and made it a group hug, that these girls knew that no matter what the future would hold and no matter what obstacles they may have to overcome, that they'd be there for each other.

It was when she realised this during this moment of closeness, that she felt a twinge of guilt. Knowing that she couldn't be truly close with her friends, not when there was so much work still to be done.

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Finally the day was here! The day on the calendar which marked the Skyfall City annual marathon. Even though Octavia had only entered the race because she was forced to by her teacher Mr Kane, she still had that excited and nervous feeling that people get before a big event. She'd carpooled to the race with Clarke and Raven as they were going to watch their friend race. She was limbering up near the starting line along with a number of other competitors, most of which near the front were professional athletes. Octavia was wearing black athletic shorts, her trusty Nike running shoes and a white athletic tank. She also had her allotted number visibly displayed on her torso front and back.

She looked over into the stands and when they realised she was watching, her friends started waving madly, holding a banner which read, 'Let's Go O!' Slowly but surely over the next 20 minutes or so, the stands begun to fill and the noise, excitement and energy was elevated exponentially.

Skyfall was a big city and the marathon was set at the traditional length of 26.2 miles, taking in every aspect that the city had to offer as the course snaked its way through the heart of the city and the finish line was right in front of city hall.

"Runners please approach the starting line," the announcer's voice called out over the PA system. Octavia bustled her way to the front, looking left and right as she took her stance. She noticed that some of the most notable long distance runners in the world were lined up alongside her and she was briefly starstruck.

The sound of a pin dropping could be heard as she looked up and watched the starter raise his gun aloft. BANG! The race was off and Octavia turned her attention to looking forward once more as she pushed off. The sound of many pairs of feet hitting the pavement was quickly drowned out by the roar of the crowd.

Her strategy for the race was simple. She figured that she'd try and do as well as she could even though she was at long odds to win the race. This was down to the agreement she'd made with her PE teacher Mr Kane, along with the fact that the better she did, the increased likelihood that he'd leave her alone in the future, which is what she wanted.

Before long, a breakaway group had formed with the professional athletes taking the lead, but not too far behind them was Octavia and a few other competitors, one of whom was a rival from another school. As she looked over at him, he looked over at her grinning as he upped the pace. Not to be outdone however, Octavia matched his speed as she begun to feel the burn.

It wasn't until she crossed the iconic bridge that separated the two parts of the city, that she had the feeling she was being watched. As she continued to run, she kept glancing out of the corner of her eye and even over her shoulder but she couldn't see anyone besides other competitors and spectators. 'It's not like I'd be able to pick out whoever was staring at me specifically from the crowd anyway,' she thought to herself.

As she could sense the finish line just around the corner, she began to dream of taking a long nap afterwards, when she could relax after a hard race. BOOM! As she rounded the corner to the final straight, an explosion rocked the street further up the road closer to the finish line, where the main group of contenders was about to finish the race. She was shocked at what had just happened and had begun to slow down when BOOM! Another explosion closer to her rocked the street, causing the ground to shake and debris to fly from the nearest building.

Octavia was thrown forward, her hands out in front of her preventing her head from making contact with the ground and softening her impact. She slid forward, grazing her hands which instantly became bloodied. Her ears were ringing as she tried to catch her breath, looking left and right but seeing nothing but smoke filling the air.

As she looked forward once more, from the smoke emerged a figure, dressed from head to toe, all in black, the only part of his body visible was his eyes. He was looking straight down at her and once he was aware of her gaze locking onto his, he made a gesture, pulling his index finger across his throat.

She pushed herself off the ground and onto her feet, watching as he dissolved into the cover that the smoke provided.

"Wait!" She yelled as she took off unsteadily on her feet, barely managing a jog in the direction she saw the mysterious figure. As she got closer to the finishing line, she could see bodies lining the streets, limbs disconnected and blood and debris littered across the pavement.

Her hearing started to come back and she could hear screaming coming from the stands and the sounds of sirens as the emergency services were no doubt on their way. She dimly noticed the brief pressure the ribbon marking the finishing line placed on her as she walked over the line, feeling it give way and the flash of a camera going off as her picture had been taken.

Out of the corner of her eye, movement had caught her attention. An official, who had been standing over near the podium when the first explosion had hit was struggling to breath. She rushed over to him and saw the wounds which were oozing blood. A shard of metal had pierced his leg and despite her lack of medical training, even she knew that he was beyond help.

She knelt down beside him on one knee, taking his nearest hand and watched as his gaze slowly shifted over to hers. 'This was I time when I wish Clarke was here. She'd know what to say or do,' she thought. Clarke, who spent most of her time volunteering at the hospital her mom worked at, studied all things medical. Octavia just decided to keep it simple with what she said,

"Just hang in there buddy. It's going to be alright." She felt his grip tighten on her hand fleetingly, as she stared down at him for a few moments, the rest of the world and sound drowned out. Too soon though she felt his grip slacken and knowing there was nothing else she could do she tried to stand. Feeling light headed herself she stumbled, before her body met the pavement unceremoniously as she passed out.

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Opening her eyes to bright lights and a lot of white had Octavia momentarily disoriented. The last thing she could remember was being out on the street near the finish line of the marathon before she passed out. Moving a hand to block the light as her eyes adjusted she took in her surroundings.

She noticed her clothes were folded up and placed on a table at the end of her bed. Lifting up the blanket she was under revealed the scrubs she was wearing, wincing as she did so, brought the memory of scraping her hands across the road. They were wrapped tightly in bandages but still allowed some range of movement in her fingers.

The room was empty otherwise; the chairs at the side of the room underneath the window were devoid of life, although one looked as though it had been sat in recently.

"Oh good you're awake now," stated the enthusiastic and smiling doctor as she entered the room, quickly shutting the door behind her, drawing Octavia's attention away from the window.

"Can I get some water?" Octavia asked as her voice came out a little croaky and her throat dry. The doctor nodded and collected some water in a plastic cup from a water cooler before handing it to her. The cool refreshing water felt good and what she imagined it would feel like for someone who had gone days without the stuff.

Setting the cup down, she looked back at the patiently waiting doctor,

"So can I go now?" She asked bluntly. Octavia didn't like spending time in hospitals at all, mostly due to an accident that Bellamy had been involved in a couple of years back. She remembered how scared she'd been for him and that feeling just stuck with her and always came to mind when she even just thought the word hospital.

The doctor nodded quickly before looking down at her notes, "Nothing too serious here, mostly cuts and scrapes, you were mildly dehydrated as well from the race, but we've evened that out with fluids. You were very lucky though unlike a lot of competitors." She flipped over a page on her notepad. "I just need to run a quick test or two, have you sign a form and you'll be all set."

Octavia went through a number of tests the doctor told her were routine checks and after seeming pleased with the results they indicated, she was allowed to dress privately before the doctor and Bellamy both came in through the door.

Bellamy hugged his sister quickly and she returned the affection evenly. "Tell me you're alright O!"

"I'm fine Bell, just a graze or two," her brother had always been fiercely protective of her from the moment she had been born. He told her when she asked one day that their mom had made him promise to always look out for his little sister and he did. Sometimes it got on her nerves a little bit, especially when she started noticing boys, but she knew that he'd always look out for her.

Bellamy released her and looked over at the doctor,

"Is there any way we can get out without having to go through them?" He asked as he indicated by pointing out the door.

The doctor looked pensive for a moment, "I can stop them from entering her room but besides that, unless they do something they can sit out there as long as they like."

Octavia looked back and forth between the two of them, puzzled and having no clue as to what they were talking about. She pulled on Bellamy's arm so that his attention was now directed at her,

"Get out without having to go through who Bell?"

He scratched the back of his head, a nervous gesture as he answered, "The press O." If her face was confused before then it was bewildered now,

"Why would they want to speak with me Bell?" He placed his hands on her shoulders as he looked down at her,

"You won the race little sister and you survived the blasts when you were right in the middle of them."

Turning away and trying to process it at the same time, she sat down on her now vacant hospital bed, "Oh."

The doctor coughed successfully gaining the attention of the Blake siblings,

"I may be able to help you out though." She turned her attention squarely onto Bellamy. "I can hold off the press with a friendly nurse or two, while you take her down the fire escape. It should buy you some time at least."

Octavia and Bellamy looked at one another before turning back to the doctor, Bellamy indicating to the door, "After you Doc."

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"In other related news, all of Skyfall especially but the world as well eagerly awaits what its newest star has to say. I'm referring to the winner of the Skyfall City marathon, Octavia Blake seen here." The anchor disappeared as an image of Octavia appeared on the screen as her and Bellamy watched on their TV screen at home. The picture was the main image that had been floating around since the race yesterday.

It was of Octavia walking forward across the finish line, the red ribbon straining against her body. Her arms were at her sides, palms facing outward as blood ran down from cuts on her arms, her hands already bloodied; her shirt stained red and black. The number on the front of her top had peeled away and was still hanging by a thread. Her legs were dirtied and scraped from her impact with the ground.

"You look pretty badass in that pic O," Bellamy said, bringing a smile to her face as they continued to watch the news.

"The 17 year old is the youngest ever winner of the event now in its 93rd year of running and she's already proving to be a polarising figure in light of the tragic and unforgettable end to this years race." Another image took over the screen as it was a moment that will always be seared into her mind forever. The image was of her holding the hand of the dying man on the pavement as she comforted him with some last words.

It took her by surprise as she gasped, remembering the moment in crystal clarity. Seeing him look over at her, watching the light leave his eyes forever and the feeling of helplessness that she felt in that moment.

"We cross live to our reporter in the field Martin Lackenby who is standing outside the Blake residence now." The anchor adjusted her notes in front of her before continuing, "Martin good morning! What updates have you got for us?" The screen depicted two images, one of the anchor on the left hand side and the other of the reporter with the Blake house in the background.

"Yes good morning Cassandra!" The reporter said after a few seconds delay before continuing, "So far we've had no activity from the Blake residence so far. They have not come out to comment, but we've received word from her publicist that a statement is not far away."

At these words, Octavia and Bellamy looked at each other,

"My publicist?" She started to say as the door swung open and a woman in a pant suit entered, quickly closing the door behind her to stop any press from sneaking in. She sauntered over to Octavia grasping her hand firmly,

"Pleasure to meet you darling, I'm Kiki van Stratten, your publicist, agent and stylist…for the time being." She pronounced it van Str-ahh-ten adding to the poshness with which she carried herself. She was immaculately made up and her hair had not one single lock out of place. Everything about her screamed designer and her outfit probably had been made by a fancy designer Octavia guessed.

Octavia got up as Kiki shook Bellamy's hand, the TV forgotten for the time being,

"Okay, why are you here?" She asked as she crossed her arms, a frown on her face as she stood opposite the woman.

Kiki let out a sigh as she placed her handbag on the floor, placing her hands on her hips,

"First of all, no frowning buttercup you'll age faster. Secondly, I just explained who I am and why I'm here." She placed a hand out facing up while the other stayed on her hip, reminding Octavia of a teacup pose.

"You said that. But why are you here and who sent you?" Placing extra stress on the word why, indicated to her with both hands.

"Darling, everyone wants a piece of you." She said as she crossed the room in her high priced pumps, using her hands to indicate down the length of Octavia's body.

"As for who sent me…why Llewellyn Weatherstone of course. I'm her publicist and she wants to lock in an interview; so consider my services free of charge for now and the start of a wonderful relationship." She bent down a withdrew a card from her handbag, thrusting it into Octavia's hands,

"Just read that outside to the press after we've cleaned you up a bit."

Octavia started to shake her head, not having any of it as she moved to the side of the room,

"I'm not saying or doing anything!" She gestured to the door, "Please leave."

Kiki fished out a smaller card and handed it to Bellamy, "When she's ready to talk give me a call. They won't leave until you give them something. Bye for now." Was all she said as she gathered her things and left the house. Octavia looked over at her brother now that that had all happened still not quite sure what to believe.

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Two days later and the media still hadn't quieted down and it was starting to wear down Octavia's resistance. They'd be on to her every time she left the house to go to school, always asking her questions. On social media she was trending like there was no tomorrow, and the story had only quieted down marginally on television.

When night time came she thought that maybe she'd get some respite and she'd get some time away from it by continuing her search for answers about Lincoln, but she couldn't risk exposure of her evening identity and she was coming down with a severe case of cabin fever as a result.

She relayed her concerns to her brother the next morning as she paced the kitchen. She'd gotten up early so she could get ready, just so she could prepare herself to walk through the awaiting reporters again. Bellamy had a simple solution to the problem,

"Just talk to them for a bit O. Give them something, anything and they'll go away." He said this between mouthfuls of his morning cereal before waving the spoon at her.

"They just want to talk about 'you' for now O. Think of it this way. Not every story that makes it onto the news or trends stays like that forever. It'll die down eventually. Just have your 15 seconds and move on."

She leaned against the kitchen counter, looking up at the ceiling as she prepared herself for what she was about to do. She wasn't 100% sure about what they wanted to hear exactly, but she'd tell them something and go about her day. 'Once they figure I'm not that interesting, that'll be that,' she thought to herself as she walked to the front door.

She placed her hand on the doorknob and took a deep breath,

"Good luck out there O," Bellamy said as he watched her from the doorway leading into the kitchen. She turned around and got the reassurance she needed from his smile, as she pushed open the door, closing it behind her as she was immediately barraged by the nearest reporters. Questions from all directions immediately assaulted her,

"Octavia, how did it feel to win the race? Are you planning on running marathons professionally? What did the win mean to you? Is it true that you've got an interview booked in already?" Were just some of the more notably questions posed to her.

She raised a hand up to silence the gathered crowd, as microphones were thrust in her direction, so they could capture every syllable. Cameras facing her now in a variety of angles to document the moment.

"It was good to win the race, although I had no idea I had for a few hours at least." She looked around as if trying to capture everyone's eye as she spoke, "It doesn't even feel like a win though, I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. I'm just glad to be alive."

"What did you say to the official who died as you held his hand after crossing the finishing line?" Was a question shouted over the din of noise. She instantly flashed back to that moment in her mind, once again seeing his face and the last moments of his life.

She looked down for a moment before resuming, "I told him everything would be alright, even as the light left his eyes. I see his face when I go to sleep now; he didn't deserve what happened to him."

"How are you handling the increased pressure on social media? People are talking about the brave, heroic champion of the city. Your determination has inspired people after all. Do you have many followers?"

Octavia smiled at this one as she pictured the reactions she might get with her answer,

"I'm not signed up to any social media, which annoys my friends," She said with a laugh and a few reporters joined in. She once did join in with the rest of the people of her generation in regards to social media, but once Lincoln was murdered and she began her hunt, she took to the shadows in more ways than one.

The reporters had more questions but she left them and made her way to school before she'd be late. As she walked up the front steps of the school, she could hear her voice through a video that two girls were watching on one of their phones, but this wasn't the first instance of this happening. Other students looked away when she caught them looking and she was a bit daunted by the scrutiny.

As she was walking down the front steps of the school at the end of the day with Raven and Clarke, a sleek black limousine pulled up, catching the attention of the students nearby. The electric window rolled down and to her surprise, Octavia saw Kiki in the back seat. She looked over at Octavia and said, "Hop in."

The driver, who Octavia hadn't noticed until now was wearing a suit, a driver's cap and white gloves as he opened the door and stood there patiently waiting. Clarke gave Octavia a slight shove,

"We'll catch up with you later Rockstar," she said as her and Raven walked over to her car. Left with no other choice and not seeing the harm, Octavia slid into the backseat, the door swiftly shut behind her by the driver.

As the car pulled out and begun the drive back to Octavia's place, Kiki tapped her on the shoulder and as she looked over at the woman, she was caught out by the cell phone held in a position as if she was about to take a photo,

"Smile!" She said and on impulse rather than conscious action, Octavia complied and was blinded momentarily by the flash. "Okay, now we have a base profile picture for all your social media accounts and its already been verified, so everyone will know it's you," Kiki continued as she turned the phone around to show Octavia a glimpse at her twitter account with the picture that was just snapped, next to her name and the blue tick.

Octavia sighed and slumped back in the chair, "So this is really happening I guess," was all she said as she looked out the window as they turned down her street.

"Yes it is and you might as well make the most of it."

The car came to a stop outside her house and looked over at Kiki,

"What if I don't want any of it?" Kiki grabbed her hand in hers, giving it a light squeeze,

"Honey you accepted it when you talked to the press earlier and besides you won the race. People see the potential in you for more. They're curious and they want to know more about you because you inspired them."

Octavia threw her hands up and ignoring the driver, she opened the door herself. She turned around and looked through the window,

"I didn't win the race, I just survived it." With that she walked up to her house and through the front door, not looking back for even a second.

Bellamy had draped himself over the couch and was watching TV,

"A letter came for you O. I left it on the table in the kitchen," he called out as she walked by. The letter stood out on the kitchen table, as it was cream coloured with red writing on the front that looked very elaborate and fancy which simply said 'Miss Blake'.

Opening the envelope, she found that it was a simple card, with a message written or rather crafted on one side. Letters had been cut out from different magazines, newspapers for effect as each letter stood out. The message read,

'I know what you've been up to. I know who you are.'