Lone Wolf

Hello Darkness My Old Friend

When Clarke finally wakes in the darkness a thumping pain throbs in her head as a sharp sting lingers on her neck. Her left hand preaches up to touch her neck as she hisses from the pain. But it was a familiar pain that she felt once before. The sting of a sharp needle in the lingering throb from the injection from the drug that the mountain men use on their victims.

With a soft groan Clarke blinks away the drowsiness as she tries to take in her surroundings. She was in a small metal cage with a single dim light above. Her clothes gone and changed into white wrapping as they were before when she was taken years ago. The cold chill runs up her spine as realization begins to dawn on her. The mountain men were truly still alive. The theory that she had been dreading all these years, hoping and praying that she was wrong. Then Madi was taken and resurfaced, and deep down she knew the truth. Now her nightmare has become a reality. The mountain men survived.

A cynical laugh nearby catching her ear making her turn her head to find the source. There to her left she finds a shadow emerging into the light. A man with dark hair and a scar above his life, one Clarke put there herself when she escaped Mount Weather- Cage Wallace.

Clarke shouldn't be as surprised to find him alive as she was. Out of everyone to make it out alive he would be the first to find a way to survive. No doubt the first to revive a nightblood injection to cure his inability to survive on the ground.

For years Clarke never understood why the mountain men wore the white suits as they walked in the forest, not why they took her prowl and drained their blood, or why they created reapers in the first place. But Ravens theory begins to make sense as she stares at the man who killed her mother and best friend. The man who took her father and turned him into a reaper before shooting him down in an attempt to stop Clarke from opening the door.

But she had a decision to make. Save her father or protect the future innocent loves that Mount Weather-would take. And back then Clarke knew there was no choice to be made. There was no one else she could ask, no one else to share the burden of her choice. It was on Clarke and Clarke alone to decide. But she knew, even now, she made the right choice. The lives of hundreds of thousands of grounders would continue on as they should rather than hung upside down and drained of their blood. Starved and tortured or drugged beyond consciousness.

And while Clarke regrets the dozens of victims lives these men no doubt took, it was far less than it would have been had she not opened the door all their years ago.

"So... we meet again." Cage chuckles deeply as he stares Clarke down. "You know, when my guys picked you up I was a little surprised. I thought you were dead by now." He smirks as several guards emerge from the shadows, all three armed with anger and venom in their eyes. "The one that got away couldn't stay away could she?"

Clarke sneers as she her chin drops, her hair falling into her eyes as she glares. The room was dark and mostly empty, but there was equipment all along the walls and computers littering several desks. However only two scientists were sitting down. And from the looks of the bunker they were in, there weren't many guards either. It seemed that while there were survivors from Mount weather, there weren't many. If she thought through a thorough enough plan Clarke knew she could take them down herself. Looking down at her body she quickly notices the wrap around her arm was changed, but that wasn't what concerned her. It was the lack of swelling. Cage steps closer as she knits her brow looking at her arm, not listening until the shimmering of a small object catches her eye from his hand.

"Not sure where you got this from but... you won't be needing it." He states as he sets the drops the chip into the ground and stomps on it with his boot. The small metal device crumbles into pieces on the concrete below.  "Looks like I'm not the only one after you, blondie." She spews in his direction as he bends down, hovering over her. But he isn't surprised as he sighs. "Attitude hasn't changed that's for sure."

Her gaze shifts from Cage as she takes in the emerging figures of the guards. One face in particular she couldn't look away from as his anger rolled off in waves. His sneer never once faltered as his cold dead eyes stared right into her soul. Clarke never forgets any of the faces of her victims, not once. It was hard enough to take a life, but to see the faces of their families was worse than seeing the faces of her victims in her dreams.

"Oh you remember him?" Cage chuckles, his smirk twisting coyly. "That's good, yeah. Because he remembers you." Clarke didn't startle easily, nor did many people have the power to intimidate her, but the guards stare sent shivers down her spine. "Because you're the reason his two little girls are dead." Cage taunts further as he crouches down to her level. "Along with three hundred and seventy five others." 

Clarke watches carefully as Cage steps closer, suddenly lunging for the bars of her confinement, rattling the metal to startle her. She jumps at the sudden movement, pulling at her restraints to be free, but it was no use. Clarke was trapped.

"I'm gonna make sure that doesn't happen again. Welcome home, 319."