GRIM REAPER¹, bellamy blake

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NO MATTER how hard Iona tried, she could not stave off the feeling of judgment being burned into her heart. Everywhere she looked, she met a terrified glance. It was strange, considering all of them knew of Iona's capabilities; so why were they surprised?

Murder was not new- not to Iona, and certainly not to the Sky People- thus it felt strange for her to be receiving such harsh gazes for something all of them had done.

Maybe it was the smile she wore when she stared down at his dead body. Maybe it was the fresh blood still adorning her blade. Maybe it was the way she began sketching another mark into her katana wordlessly, like nothing had even happened in the first place.

Maybe it was all of the factors combined.

Thus far, the only person not fully judging her was Clarke; Iona assumed this was because the woman had her own plans to murder the ex-president but had merely been beaten to it. Still, Clarke's gaze was horrified, a thick gulp forcing its way down her throat every time her eyes landed upon the corpse.

No one had spoken a word yet. The silence was near deafening, a sickening static overcoming the group. Focus was becoming an increasingly unfamiliar idea,  slowly fading away to nothingness as Iona stared wordlessly at the floor.

She appeared calm, but the group would never know of her inner turmoil.

Do they hate her?

Are they disgusted by her?

Did she make the wrong choice?

Iona believed herself to be weak for these questions, yet she could not help but think them.

The reasoning as to why she cared so much was beyond herself, but she did. She cared like the moon cares for the sun, like the water cares for the sandy shore; like a human that strives to feel like they finally belong.

Iona, finally urged to break the silence threatening to buzz into something far greater, approached Clarke.

Taking the radio from her hands, Iona growled, clicking down the button angrily, "He's dead. Tough luck, huh? Couldn't put your pride aside and save little ol' dadda."

Now, it was Iona's turn to stare at the large monitor broadcasting Cage's angry face. His lips were quivering, lashes fluttering, and eyebrows furrowing and unfurrowing rapidly; Iona wasn't sure whether or not it was because of his fear, his loss, or his anger.

Regardless, she decided it didn't matter, and continued speaking, "I'd suggest you release them or else I might have no choice but take the lives of more. You don't know me, but rest assured I will, and I will not stop until they are free."

Iona released the hold on the radio, eyes glaring angrily at the screen. She wasn't sure who she was fighting for anymore- that remained a problem to solve on a later date- but she did know that now, she was one of them.

Iona had become one of those Lexa strives to create- and later broke- an alliance with. Maybe not officially, and maybe Clarke and Bellamy weren't even aware of it yet (maybe Iona wasn't even sure) but it was true.

Her sides had switched and her loyalties had changed, but a part of her would always hate who she had become- was becoming- and would strive to return to the normalcy of Trikru and its' people. Her people.

However, what she said next might have changed her fate. Even by a small, tiny tweak within the fabric of reality, did her words edit her destiny, and set her upon a new path that she was unaware of its final destination.

"Release my people, Cage, or I will reign fire on everyone you love, think about, or have even looked at within the past year; I will destroy all of it."

She didn't dare look, she didn't dare breathe. She was gasping for air, her lungs aching, but it did not matter. Iona couldn't handle their hazes right now; not the weight, not the power, and certainly not the judgment.

Instead, she focused on what she could: saving Skykru.

Saving her people.

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