Clarke's POV:
As soon as Raven passes out from her tears, I hand her over to my mom explaining that I have to go to Finn. The world spins as I look for Octavia, the noice in head is too much to bear. Is he dead? Can I get to him? I'm not allowed to go again but I don't care, but what will this mean for the alliance? After find Octavia and pleaded with her for her horse, I headed for TonDC. The trail blurred together through my tears. Fear. That's all I could feel. I feared what I would find. I feared my choice would've been made for me. All I know is that I love Finn but care for Bellamy, but Finn matters more right now and that's all I can focus on. Getting to him hoping he's alive.
Finn's POV:
I force my eyes open from the dried blood that cover my face. My face to the ground I see that I'm laying in a pool of my own blood, some of it clotted. Grunts and moans escape my aching body as I attempt to get up from the crimson puddle that my shirt absorbed most of. I place my hands to support me sitting up but my hands feel too weak, too frail, pulsing finger tips, that's when I remember what was done to me. My finger nails ripped off, the two usual grounders came prepared. One with a thick stick and his handy whip while the other armed with his sword and dagger, making cuts along my torso and my arms. I must've fallen unconscious from the blood loss. It's not like I don't deserve this? Raven! Raven was here! I could barely remember the day before but after the beating before I got to eat, I remember hearing ravens voice. So gentle yet so enraged while scared. I couldn't see her the beating swole my face a bit and I couldn't open my eyes but that didn't stop me from trying to talk to her. I couldn't get the right words out, only groans of agony, so she had me rest on her lap for the rest of her time with me while cleaning my wounds and making the swelling in my face go away. I don't know how long it's been since that happened, I've only just waken up. As I sit in my cold, dark,cement coffin staring at the ceiling remembering it all, my life, Clarke, her smile, her laugh, the village, the murder, the way Clarke couldn't even look at me, her hickeys from the last time I saw her. I don't blame her for being with someone, she deserves more than me and probably doesn't even want to deal with the damaged monster I am. Everyday I spend in this prison I feel my self going more mad and there's nothing I can do to stop it. A sharp pain ignites in my stomach, without a second to react I vomit all over the floor next to me. The emptiness in my stomach reminds me that it's been 2 days since I've eaten, but maybe I deserve this, maybe I should give them the justice they want. My spiraling thoughts are interrupted by shouting outside where I am held. Feeling weak I try and straighten my back against the wall preparing for more punishment but my dry eyes see Clarke stop at the door. Too much blood has been drained for me to even give her my usual quirky smile to ensure her, all I manage to do is lift my head to look at her as she hurries to my side.
"What are they doing to you?!?! Finn?" My world teases falling into the darkness but I keep myself awake to hear Clarke as she grabs her bag and gets out her kit. Even now she won't look at me, when all I can look at is her, her golden hair, her rosy cheeks, and the worry in her face as she wraps up the slashes on my forearms. "Did they hurt you any where else?" She ask still examining me but not looking at me. She knows what a monster you are. You're pathetic. I manage to nod and tell her.
"Um my stomach " I motion towards my torso.
"Can I lift your shirt to check it out?" Its odd for her to ask permission but I allow her. As she lifts my blood stiff shirt I see her cheeks glow pink right before she burst into tears. The salt of her tears sting my open wounds on my torso but I couldn't care less right now. I painfully sit up straight again and wrap my arms around the girl I loved more than my own being. She cry's into my body for a little before finally looking up at me.
"It's ok Clarke, I'm okay with this. I'm okay. " I reassure her in my arms.
"I'm so sorry Finn. This is my fault." Her eyes begin to threaten to pour once more so with my nailless blood covered hands I wipe away the few tears that fall.
"Hey, don't blame yourself. You saved me more times than I deserve. You are the reason I'm alive right now, I should've been dead but you, princess, have managed once again to find peace out of war." I chuckle not minding the pain in my chest. Clarke only smiles and places her soft delicate hands on my face.
"I'm also sorry about being with someone while you're in here " Clarke looks away in shame but surprised at my reaction.
"Bellamy? Right? " Clarke stays silent but her eyes answer my question. " I mean Nyko is not your type lol. And Bellamy was the only one with you. I'm not mad, I get it. You deserve to be happy don't let my damaged ass get in your way " she opens her mouth to protest but in that moment my two usual punishers burst through the cell door dragging Clarke out. I try to crawl to help her but the other grounder meets my efforts with kicks to my wounds on my stomach. I feel blood begin to drain from my mouth as a mutter
"Don't hurt her! Don't hurt her please!" As my world fades into the abyss.
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Fate Worse Than Death
Fanfiction{currently on hold} What if Finn had survived? Would even he be able live with himself? But the real question is who will Clarke choose, Lexa , Finn,or Bellamy. This is a story of treachery, betrayal, love, and woe of what could've happened if Finn...
