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Warnings for arson, murder, predatory behavior towards underage girls in a mental hospital, unhealthy relationships and dubious consent
Moaning as Rome burns
Clarke Griffin knew that she should have realized what was happening when the flames started billowing up throughout the mental hospital. She had worked here for six years, since she was twenty-two, and nothing like this had happened before...until certain patients had shown up.
Yes, the rational explanation, was that there was some sort of accident in the kitchenette area, or some pipe broke, but that wasn't what happened, and Clarke knew that she should have realized it, too.
But she hadn't.
Seeing the flames and seeing the doctors around her calling for the fire department, Clarke ran to the lower levels of the hospital, aiming to let the inmates out.
She knew many of them were dangerous, but she didn't want them to burn.
When she got to the lower level of the hospital, she stopped in her tracks, gasping.
The doors were all opened.
There were no inmates here.
The doors had been opened.
Clarke moved to the closest door, seeing a set of keys sticking out of the lock.
Her breath was caught in her throat.
Someone had let the inmates out, already. But who?
"Clarke, love, we should all leave now," a voice that Clarke knew, spoke from behind her.
Clarke's eyes widened and she turned around.
There was Natasha, and with her, were Clint, Laura, Simone, Barney, Frank, Wanda, Pietro, Eddie, Peggy, Sam, Steve, Tony, Pepper, Rhodey, Elektra, Carol, Jessica, Luke, Danny, Hela, Thor, Loki, Sylvie, Bruce, Yelena, Melina, Christine, Stephen-all of them, they were here.
They were out. Someone had let them out.
Clarke swallowed, feeling her throat become dry.
She didn't know how to react. She had never faced them when they were out of their cells before.
"Clarke," Peggy said softly, reaching out, her right hand with its palm upturned, "We're leaving now."
There was no room for argument in her voice.
They were going to get Clarke out of the building and make sure she was safe, one way or another.
Clarke hesitantly followed them, taking Peggy's hand, even though she knew by that point, that they were the ones that had started the fire.
There wasn't much she could do, knowing that.
The patients were blocking the door; Clarke's only means of escape from these people.
They led her through the door they had been blocking, then went to the exit, which led out into the yard.
Clarke took that time to mumble, "You started the fire, didn't you?"
"Of course, we did," Yelena scoffed, "We wanted a way out, so, we created the way out."
"But who unlocked your cell doors?" Clarke asked, stunned.
"Those creepy guards, Brock Rumlow, Octavia and Bellamy Blake, Raven Reyes," Steve said, and Clarke heard the snicker in his voice when he said the words, "Don't worry about them, though. We cut their throats with a shiv, when they let us out."
Clarke heard this when they were just outside of the hospital and she gasped, her eyes wide.
They had killed someone?
Sure, Rumlow, the Blake siblings, and Raven, were creeps, and she hated the four of them, but she hadn't wanted these patients to kill anyone else.
Then again, what did she expect? They had been put in this facility in the first place, for murder.
Now, all the people they had killed had been terrible people. Serial killers, rapists, pedophiles, spouse and child abusers, human traffickers.
Still…
Seeing Clarke's expression of alarm, Hela said, smirking, "Didn't you want them gone, beloved? You know that Rumlow liked hurting the other patients, and Bellamy Blake tried to solicit several of the underage female patients for sex, and Octavia and Raven always protected him."
Clarke winced. It was true. She had been trying to get Rumlow, the Blakes and Reyes fired for years, for abusive behavior. Bellamy especially. He was a sexual predator, end of story. But the hospital just wouldn't do it. She didn't want to say that it was a relief that all four of them dead, but….
"Everyone else," Clarke mumbled, looking back at the facility, fear making its way into her chest.
"They aren't trapped," Bruce assured her, "Well, some of them are. We blocked the rooms where Murphy, Miller, Miles and Jasper are located. Hopefully, they'll burn. We hated how they treated you."
Clarke felt a coldness in her belly at this. They were killing people, because they thought it would make her happy.
Bruce added at Clarke's shocked and confused expression, "We didn't block any of the exits. Everyone can get out, if they want. No one else needs to die, save for Rumlow, the Blakes, Reyes, Murphy, Miller, Jasper and Miles. But we'd like it if you came with us."
Clarke turned back to the patients, gasping, seeing their hopeful expressions as she heard the screams of fear from the building.
Feeling like she was made of glass, she was pulled along more, away from the building, close to the woods, out of sight of both human beings and of cameras.
Clarke could see it on these peoples' faces; there were still a few hours of daylight, allowing her to see the hope on the patients' faces.
They were desperate for her to be with them.
She couldn't believe how naïve she had been. She had known how dangerous they were, yet she still had come to like them, still had been intrigued by them. Still had been attracted to them.
And had known that they were attracted to her, as well.
"You don't have to, if you don't want to," Jessica promised, smiling, "But we want you to."
Clarke swallowed, and while these people might have been insane, they weren't stupid. And likely saw her desire to go with them.
This was what likely prompted Laura's next actions.
She leaned in close and took hold of Clarke's waist in her hands, and began to undo Clarke's pants.
Clarke gasped and backed up slightly, but Laura had her hips in a tight hold.
Laura's eyebrows rose and she said softly, "Yes, or no, Clarke. We'll understand either way. We don't have to do anything if you don't want to….but we just need to hear whether or not you want it."
Clarke shivered.
Out here? They wanted to have sex out here? With a burning building nearby?
Then again, no one said that the dangerously mentally ill made the best choices when they were unmedicated-and Clarke knew damn well that these people weren't medicated.
Clarke hated how their yearning expressions got to her. Their hopeful eyes watching her.
And she knew she would regret it, most likely. Yet the word came falling out, loud enough for the patients to hear, over the crackling of the flames and the screams of the people from the building.
"Yes," she said.
And just like that, it happened fast.
Clarke's pants were down, Peggy took hold of Clarke's arms, both of them, keeping them captive, as Laura went to her knees, mouth instantly going to Clarke's now bare cunt.
Clarke cried out, arching.
She felt someone walk behind her and allow her to lean against his body. She was positive it was Thor, given the body shape she was up against, and feeling the very large length between the legs, up against her.
Laura plunged her tongue into Clarke's cunt, rubbing her tongue against Clarke's clit, as Clarke cried out.
Bright lights flashed into Clarke's vision as Laura ate her out.
She came faster than she thought she would, and she felt that she should be embarrassed, yet she knew that she had wanted these people for a long time.
Laura chuckled between her legs, then stood up, and said words that made Clarke become wet again, fast, "Wanda, Natasha, you two next."
Clarke whimpered as she cracked her lids open, seeing Natasha and Wanda kneel before her, their mouths going to work, making Clarke's eyes clench shut again and gasp, arching.
They were going to take turns with her.
Natasha licked at her clit, as Wanda licked at her vulvae, and Clarke came again, harder than she ever had in her life-more than she had, when she had been masturbating, and more than she had, with any previous partner, before these people.
Wanda and Natasha moved away, and Clarke cracked her eyes open, seeing Frank swooping down, mouth on her next.
Clarke screamed as he sucked on her clitoris, barely able to squeeze her eyes open, seeing the mental hospital burning, seeing people from afar, fleeing, going down the roads.
The woods where Clarke was currently being devoured continually, was close, but not so close that they would hear her through their own plight, and through the sound of the fire, and they were too far to see what was being done to her.
(No one will be able to protect you from them,) a thought whispered at the back of Clarke's mind, as Frank swirled his tongue against the tip of Clarke's clit, tapping against it, making the blonde woman he was devouring, scream and thrash against Thor's chest, as the large man held her.
No, no one would be able to keep Clarke safe from these people.
But Clarke was positive, regardless of how the realization made her feel, regardless of the horrors that these people had committed, in her name, no less, that she didn't want to be protected from them.