"School..." Clarke muttered, slowly getting out of the bathtub. "We have to go to school."
Lexa sighed. ""It's Saturday."
"Can I just sleep?" Clarke asked. She nodded and took Clarke's hand, leading her into the room.
"Good, well, morning," Lexa said.
Clarke looked at her and smiled, but Lexa could tell it was fake. Obviously.
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-Sunday 11:30 AM-
Lexa shook Clarke awake hurriedly, a look of fear in her eyes. "Someone's in the house."
Clarke got up quickly. "What? Where?"
"I heard them in the kitchen."
She grabbed Lexa's hand and led her to the door. "You can't seriously be going downstairs," Lexa said, pulling her back. "We have to see who it is," Clarke persisted. There was a mischievous glint in her eye, like she wanted to do something dangerous.
Lexa reluctantly let herself be pulled along as Clarke opened the door and walked out.
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"Oh my god," Lexa whispered. They crept into the kitchen quietly. A tall, hooded figure with a black mask was rifling through drawers. They stopped at one drawer, and slowly pulled out a big knife. Clarke tightened her grip on Lexa's arm. The figure suddenly turned around when Lexa moved her foot. They walked in their direction, holding the knife out. Clarke let go of Lexa's arm and stood. "Back up, mister. What are you doing here?"
They reacted quickly, swiping towards her with the knife. Luckily, she stepped back just in time. Lexa sprang up beside her. "He didn't tell me there were two," the figure cursed, swinging wildly at Lexa. She screamed as it made contact with her shoulder.
"LEXA!" Clarke yelled.
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Don't You Dare Look Back
FanficLexa and Clarke have just started exploring a possible relationship between them when it all starts going bad. Death and mysterious visitors cause chaos in their otherwise relatively normal lives. They think they know the facts but it turns out noth...
