I do apologies for that death in the last one but each character has their significant moment 'kill' I suppose we call it in season 1 and Clarke's one was when Anya captured her but since I avoided that it means that she wouldn't have killed anyone so the mountain man would be the first she killed. It was necessary because as Raven said to Wick, this is what we do, and it's definitely a kill or be killed place… Especially the mountain. It's important for Clarke's character ark and I feel that she will begin to take her place amongst the grounders after that and her realisation that she's willing to do all this shit to save her friends and the ones she cares about.

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Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters? I've seen things, angel. There are guerrilla armies that make little boys kill their own families. Such acts rip out the soul and make space for beasts to grow inside. Armies need beasts, don't they? Pet beasts, to do their terrible work! And the worst part is, it's almost impossible to retrieve a soul that has been ripped away. Almost.

Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone

Clarke was doubled over staring blankly at the dead man in front of her. She couldn't quite form a sentence to speak but allowed herself to move without meaning and pick up the key. Ignoring the clenching of the hand where it lay and handing it to Anya through the bars without looking the grounder in the face.

Her chest was heaving as if her body still hadn't decided whether it would be sick or not. Clarke wandered round to the front, her gaze never wavering, and fell back slightly against the cages. There was blood. God there was a lot of blood.

"If you are going to be sick get it over with"

Clarke looked up at Anya who was staring down at her and immediately bent double, the contents of her stomach painting the walls and floor. She made the mistake of looking up again only to return to the floor as she heaved again.

Anya was nodding and moved over to where the doors were, "We need to go sky girl"

"Don't you care?" Clarke gasped out, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand and standing tall, "Don't you see the two bodies on the floor?"

She moved to heave again but Anya gripped her head tightly and stared into her eyes, "You cannot afford to be distracted. They deserve what they got or did you not see the bodies they dragged from this very room? They would not care for your death, so do not care for theirs. They are dead. We are alive. Now let us make the most of that opportunity"

She nodded and blinked away the tears. She would have to be stronger than that and she knew it, "Why was it so easy?"

Anya snorted and pulled away from her, "Taking a life is easy. Living with your actions after the deed is done? That is hard"

"How do you do it?"

"You find a way"

"How?" She growled.

"Because you have no choice. This is survival"

Clarke nodded and moved past Anya for the doors, "We need to hurry"

She pushed the doors slightly to peer through and spotted another set of doors at the end of a long corridor yet no guards were visible.

"This way is clear. Come on"

They slipped through without bothering to mend the mess behind them. People would realise they were gone with or without the bodies, no need to waste time on clearing up the mess. They moved silently to the other doors and she glanced over and through the window. On the other side she could see a silhouette of a guard but apart from that he seemed to be alone.

"One guard" She whispered to Anya who nodded.

"We can take him"

Clarke swallowed and pulled the door open just wide enough for Anya to slip out. She heard a scuffle, a groan and then the sound of a body hitting the floor.

"Sky girl"

She slipped out to find another much larger corridor. The guard was unconscious on the floor and she knelt down beside him, her hand moved to his pulse almost instinctively but she pulled back deciding she didn't want to know.

"Leave him. We need to move" Anya snarled whilst whipping her head round for anymore guards.

Clarke was about to stand when she spotted the gun protruding from his back holster. She smirked slightly and pulled it out, weighing it in her hand, and stood. Anya gave her an incredulous look.

"We do not use guns"

"You might not" She aimed it to the ground, her finger at the ready on the trigger, "But I do"

Anya looked as though she might argue when a shout sounded from behind them. They spun round to see two guards veering towards them from the corner. Clarke heard Anya snarl but she didn't even think as she raised the gun up and aimed.

One shot missed but another found its target in one guard's shoulder. He cried out and fell to the ground but alive. The second wasn't as lucky as two shots landed directly in his chest.

Anya raised an eyebrow at her, "Never hesitate"

"I didn't-" But she didn't have time to finished her sentence as the sound of more guards approaching reached them.

"Come on" Anya cried and Clarke nodded realising they needed to move.

Racing down the opposite direction Clarke found that they had no direction or clue where in fact they were going. The plan had only stretched as far as the first two doors because they didn't know what lay beyond them but Clarke was still adamant that they should find where the bodies were taken. That plan however had been scrapped along with the death of the two doctors. They would have to find a way out on their own.

They turned a corner only to find steps leading into another corridor. Clarke moaned in annoyance as Anya screeched to halt.

"This place is a maze!"

The sound of a light ding drew her attention and Clarke's eyes widened at the sight of a lift just ahead of them.

"Anya" She looked at Clarke, "This way!"

She lead the way forward just as the doors opened to reveal a man in a suite with white hair and another guard. The guard was the first to spot them and called out instantly pulling out a gun. Clarke's raised up and fired two shots. He slumped back against the wall of the lift.

The man in the suite stared at them panicked and slammed his fist against the buttons to close the door. Clarke pushed Anya in first as they closed and slipped in behind her just as the guards' footsteps caught up with them and open fired. She felt a bullet lodge in the back of her leg and cried out, stumbling forward. Anya slammed the man into the wall and Clarke caught herself against it as the doors pulled to close. She immediately found the emergency stop button and pressed it watching as the lift creaked and screeched to a halt.

She looked up at the man, ignoring the pain in her leg, and joined Anya to press him against the wall with the tip of her gun.

"Who are you?" She growled.

"Dante Wallace" His eyes were narrowed watching her intently.

"What is your position here?"

He pursed his lips and refused to answer so Clarke pressed the gun under his chin forcing his head up, "What" She growled, "Is your position here?"

"President" Dante answered slowly seeing there was no point in lying.

"What are you doing to them? In the cages"

"You're not one of them" Dante flashed her a grin, "You are one of the 47"

"My friends are here" She breathed in realisation, "Where are they?"

"Safe. You're safe here, I promise you"

Anya snorted and pressed her arm against his throat, "You kill my people, they are not safe, and you will kill them again"

"You didn't answer my question. Why are you bleeding them?"

"What is your name?"

"Clarke" She snarled, "Now answer the question"

"My people can't go outside, we would die, and I'm afraid their blood is the only cure for infection"

Clarke shook her head, "That's sick. You need to let our people go"

Dante smiled again, "I'm afraid I can't do that Clarke besides, your people aren't prisoners, and you should stay here too"

"How long would that last?" She kept the gun trained on him, "How long until grounder blood runs out and you use my people instead?"

"Your people are very special to us Clarke"

"Why?"

"I can't tell you that Clarke"

She was about to press him for more answers when the lift suddenly shook and started to move again. Anya turned her wide eyed.

"What is happening?"

Clarke looked around at the key pad where the level numbers were decreasing, "They must have overridden the lift controls. We're moving again"

She turned back to Dante who still had that annoying smirk across his face, "I should kill you"

"If you did that then you would never see your friends again"

"Clarke" Anya had pulled away and was now facing the doors, "We are stopping"

Clarke faced him again and lifted the gun but instead to shooting him wacked him across the head and rendering him unconscious. She snarled down at his crumpled form just as the doors opened. She pointed her gun but there were no guards.

Anya nodded to the end of the hall where a single door stood, "The guards won't be far behind"

Clarke nodded and they set off leaving him for his people to find. They both slammed against the door to find it was locked. Anya snarled and pressed against the controls but nothing happened.

She groaned. They had led them down here knowing full well they couldn't get out.

"We're stuck"

The familiar sounds of running footsteps sounded and they shared a look. Anya readied herself into a fight stance and Clarke aimed the gun but it would do no good. By the sounds of those footsteps half an army were after them.

Clarke looked back at the controls. They needed a key card. She shook her head, the guard that the gun had been stolen from probably had one but they had left him back… Her eyes widened and she looked to the lift.

"The guard"

She raced for the doors ignoring Anya calling after her and knelt down by the guard she had shot.

"Come on" Clarke mumbled and began to pat his pockets. The footsteps were pounding closer.

"Sky girl!" She ignored her and carried on praying beyond hope…

There. Clarke grinned as her hand came back with the card in hand. She pulled up and quickly stormed for the key pad. Sliding the card against it she watched as the red light switched to greem.

"Yes!"

She pushed against it, opened it for Anya and slipped inside after her. They were in a square room with no windows or doors. The grounder rounded on her instantly.

"We are trapped"

Clarke shook her head as she was pressed against the wall, "No. We can just wait here until the guards pass then we'll try and find another way out okay just wait?"

Anya was still glaring at her but she pulled back and allowed Clarke to step away from the wall. Her mouth opened in response but she never got a sound out. Instead the floor opened up beneath them and she screamed instead.

Yeeeeesssss okay so that was a full on Chapter haha It's all starting to kick off and come together now and we've met Dante (Bastard)

So I hope this is fun for everyone haha

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