Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel or The 100
Warnings for death and murder, stalking and extremely dubious consent
This will be the premise chapter, the rest will have flashbacks and the "later scenes."
Waiting for death to claim her
Prequel chapter
The many beings that emulated death, stood before the massacre that they had created when they unleashed the various…accidents on the many members of the 100 and the members of the Ark, and a good deal of the tribespeople.
The thirty of them were tall, shadowy figures, clasped in dark clothing.
Hela, Natasha, Yelena, Steve, Thor, Brunnhilde, Jessica, Wanda, Pietro, Melina, Clint, Laura, Frank, Elektra, Pepper, Peggy, Maria and all the rest, watched as Clarke backed away from the bodies.
The "accidents" that the avatars of death had created? Fires, mudslides, floods, arrows from various tribespeople-it had led to all of those who had ever went against Clarke, now dead.
The avatars of death had seen the many who had treated Clarke as if she were trash, and so, they gave the abusers to Clarke precisely what they deserved.
Bellamy, Raven and Octavia were mauled to death by that gorilla, the "pauna," Miller and Jasper died in a mudslide.
Murphy was caught and killed by some Trikru tribespeople.
And Abby and Kane died of suffocation when they just "happened" to be locked into a compartment on the Ark and hadn't been able to get out.
Clarke stared at the many bodies around her and raised her head, staring at the avatars of death, who had created all this horror, just for her.
They could see the questions in her blue eyes and they all smiled softly at Clarke.
"We did it for you, Clarke," Elektra said, smiling, "We only did it for you."
Clarke shook her head as Jessica, Hela and Natasha came closer.
"I didn't want this," she protested weakly, the blond trying to get away when Jessica grabbed her wrists and Hela grabbed her around the waist.
She could feel every ounce of their desire for her. It was somehow even stronger than the last time she had seen them, when she realized that they first were going to be in pursuit of her.
"We know, malen'kiy," Natasha said, her voice taking on a crooning sound, "But we still will do this. You will come with us. The people who mistreated you, will be suffer forever in hell. And we will take you away, to be with us, to be loved and taken care of, forever."
Clarke struggled, whimpering, but all of the avatars of death who had had told her that they were her soulmates, swept her up in their shadows, and carried her off to their world. To be loved by them, for always.
Clarke disappeared with them, hearing their whispers of reassurance as the held her to them, stroking her hair cooing to her, trying to comfort her as they took her.
Clarke was taken from the living world-not that it had much to offer her, anyway.
The commander of the twelve tribes would find the remains of the oddly killed 100 and Ark people, and have questions, but she would not look too deeply into it, and leave the bodies to animals and the elements.
The Mountain Men all had no idea how all these accidents happened. But they saw their greatest hope of gaining more bone marrow, be snuffed out, and they despaired.
In the world where Clarke was taken, a world of death, where the thirty avatars of death would take her, she was to know nothing for the rest of eternity, but love, care, pleasure, and protection.
As each of her abductors fingered her, each of her abductors held her close, devoured her cunt with their mouths, held her as she cried, promising her it was alright, that it would always be alright.
How could Clarke ever gain anything, except everything she could want, if she had avatars of death itself on her side?
But she had never asked for her people to be killed…..