Fate Worse Than Death

Monster

Jaha's POV:

In only a few short days Finn has proven himself a greater tool than we planned for. The weak and soft boy has become a soldier. And a good soldier follows orders. A weapon like him needs to be contained, controlled, so it could never escape or leave your side. Fortunately the boy does not want to leave the comfort of the pain he's known, known being tortured, beaten, starved, and caged. Being treated like a dog, didn't bother him this time because Raven was by his side whispering the lies we need him to believe straight to him.

And In those days we burnt down and claimed villages across the forest in the name of the salvation of man kind. And those who refused were eliminated. Finn killed without blinking, without emotion, and with intel of the grounder army's movements we had to improvise a ....quiet way to kill the defiant. Blade after blade replaced after becoming too dull to slice their throats or to cut their tongues and  fingers off. By the end of the day Finn would be literally drenched in the blood of his victims. Some might say he is competition to Skairipa, who runs through the woods murdering without hesitation when ordered to. That's what the boy lacks, the will to have no hesitation. Skairipa has it down to an art but the boy still hesitates when it comes to children, he needs a reminder of our cause in order to go through with it. Of course he hasn't failed once but he is too weak to look at them before he takes their life. But it wasn't Finn's incompetence that threatened us , it was Raven's questions that got in the way, if she turns on us Finn will too. So we need to make Finn ours, turn him against the last person he has.

Finn's POV:

Darkness surrounds me, a black void of nothingness with no way out. With no form of direction I find my self trapped once more. When out of the darkness a figure rises. A woman staring into the ibis, Clarke. The sight of her filled me with the joy of all the heavens, how I missed her, I thought her dead but here she is standing in front of me. I race to her and catch her in my embrace to tell her the depth of my joy and relief. With my fleeting memories I was so unsure about every aspect of my life but of this I was certain, certain about my love for her and of the arms that felt like home.

"How?! How are you here?" In reality I didn't care how or why,  all that mattered was that I was holding onto her, and held the tight embrace before I could lose her again. "I missed you so much." I can barley mutter through my shaky hold on the verge of tears.

"You left me." I noticed that Clarke was not returning the embrace or feelings as she harshly spat at me. "How could you? You were selfish. I had hope in you, but now I can't stand the sight of you." Her words dealt as a glittering blade that pierced my heart. The confusion now matched the pain.

"No- ,don't say that. Please don't say that." Even as I held her face I saw nothing in her eyes, no emotion, no thought. "There can still be hope. We've had happy memories right? We can make more." I wanted nothing more but the light to return to her eyes, a sign that she cared.

"We didn't have "happy" memories . All you ever did was hurt me. Those memories are ones you made up to make yourself feel better about the monster you've become". Now nothing is curtain, my world fallen once more. Nothing I remembered was real. If my love for her is a fraud, then I have nothing to hold onto. Nothing is real.

"Please- I need you" I begged for Clarke to come back to me but I got no response, just her cold glare.

"But no one needs you". I've pushed Clarke away to hide from what I was feeling and I believed that I was protecting her. But I've pushed her too far this time. To the venomous snake of despise I've fed her to. It was my doing and I could barley comprehend what she said let alone notice her get up. I watch her walk over to another figure in this void. I've never got a long with Bellamy but now I watch as their lips intertwine again and again and AGAIN. This time the pain was short lived, I had no room for soft emotions. Instead I felt the ember of hate explode within.