Pramheda the II (The 100)

𝐱𝐯: light

6 years later

[Madisons POV]:

My blood was black. 

Yet everyday for the last 6 years I watched red blood spill in front of my eyes. I didn't just watch it, no. I caused it.

But what else could I have done? I was woken up for the sole purpose of saving these grounders and making sure they get back to the ground. That was the mission. To achieve it, I had to watch my people die day in and day out. Like they say, there is no rest for the wicked. 

I endured moments in this bunker that truly left me praying to go back in time and never be woken up again, but instead be killed so I didn't have to bear all these burdens. Luckily, I wasn't bearing them alone. Blodreina was a much better leader than she and I expected. But being good leaders didn't necessarily mean people thought we were good. I mean even I would am disgusted of myself. But again, this was for my people. 

I wake up for them. I eat for them. I drink for them. I kill for them. I breathe for them.

My first kill, yep that happened. It was a man, from Azgeda. I didn't kill him for nothing, I killed him because he was assaulting a Trikru woman. I didn't mean to kill him, I was gonna have the guards lock him up and he would have his chance to fight in the pits. But before I knew it, I had pulled out my sword and stabbed him. Maybe because during my life on Earth, I knew that people like him would never get what they deserved. 

The cycle was ongoing. 

Nightmare while I'm asleep (thanks to the flame), wake up, eat, train, watch the pit, sleep. 

The flame, god that thing was a menace. But yet again I endured it for my people. I waned to be a symbol of faith for them and hope. Why take away the only thing they had left that they truly believed in?

Occasionally, I'd talk to Becca. At first it was frequently, but as the years went on it became less and less. Maybe Becca didn't want to talk to me anymore, I wouldn't want to talk to the person I've become either. 

And yet again, it's another day as I am sat on the railway of the arena beside Octavia looking down as we wait for Gaia to speak. The grounders are holding on to the metal fence and banging in anticipation of the next fight. This has become their entertainment. 

My face is smeared in my usual warpaint, my platinum hair flowing down my back as I wear some black jeans, a black long sleeved shirt and a black cloak along with my shoulder armor and forehead piece. 

Next to me is Octavia, wearing black clothes with a velvet red cloak on and red paint smeared all over her forehead. Beside her is Gaia, who is about to announce the next combatants. I have heard this speech so many times in the last 6 years, I could mouth it along with her.

"Each of these four combatants have committed crimes against Wonkru," I sit up better as they enter. Three Podakru members and one Skairkru member; one that I never thought we would have to put in the pits; Marcus Kane. But this is Wonkru, and everyone gets the same punishment for committing a crime. I look to my side and see Miller standing next to me with his guard uniform on and no emotion on his face. I can't believe I did this to him. Next to him is Kara.

Yes, Kara Cooper. 

Believe it or not, she was now Octavia and I's backbone and we trusted her more than anyone else; along with Niylah, Miller, and Indra of course. Once Kara realized there was no surviving in this hellhole happily after winning the first ever fighting pit, she came to us and we gave her the role of chief. If we weren't around, she was in charge and we always took her advice on decisions. She was a wise woman.