Fixing Clexa's story to give them an ending they deserved (an *ending, not the journey they deserved). They are clearly endgame but it turned into a bit more of an adult-themed journey to get there so just a warning it takes a slightly dark turn ar...
***Trigger/Content Warning*** Overall threats/hints of SA, if you are not comfortable with that I will mark the start of it with ************ but the chapter up until that point should give you all the context you should need for Clarke's current predicament and you can then skip the rest of the chapter.
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Clarke's body jostles unstably atop the horse as she's held in front of her captor for what feels like hours with the canvas sack over her head. The disorientation is giving her vertigo, and her attempts to bait her captor into speaking are not working. Her only clue is what she can feel from her back against the body behind her, which is that the person's frame doesn't feel much bigger than hers.
"If you think this will get you what you want, you're an idiot." She mocks, but is only met with silence. She has a strong hunch, since only a select few would be so bold to provoke Lexa's wrath like this.
"At least when Roan kidnapped me he wasn't messy. Wasn't scared of an innocent girl." Having her vision taken away had made it impossible for Clarke to shake the images of Niylah lying on the floor, but the burning in her eyes from crying is now raw with hate.
"Shut up." Comes the first response since being thrown up onto the horse. Only two words, but it was enough to confirm it for the blonde.
"Oh, you fucking bitch." Snarled Clarke, whipping her head back and feeling it connect with the girl's mouth.
"OW! Motherfu--" The horse abruptly stops, the girl quickly slides off and yanks Clarke down, pulling the sack from her head as she throws her into the dirt hard. Unable to break her fall with her hands tied, Clarke crashes down on her shoulder and her head smacks against the ground.
"I said shut the fuck up." The girl barks with a swift kick into Clarke's stomach.
As Clarke's vision readjusts to the flood of light after hours of darkness, the girl towering over her menacingly is in fact much more terrifying than the last time she saw her, like a rabid dog let off its leash. No longer Queen Nia's silent shadow, Ontari has bloodlust in her eyes. The girl touches her mouth to feel the black substance leaking out of her split lip.
"She didn't deserve to die like that!" Clarke shouts despite knowing that is the last thing Ontari cares about.
"She should have just told me where you were then." The brunette says annoyed, wiping at her mouth before grinning. "I asked nicely, at first."
Ontari grabs a container out of her saddle strap and takes a swig of it, by the quick pucker of her face, it is definitely not water. She holds up her dagger at Clarke, "I should have skinned those Azgeda markings off her back, she was a disgrace to them."
Clarke is sure if her hands were not bound she could kill Ontari with them and them alone.
Her vision blurs into a haze of watery red, she knew Niylah would have still refused to give up her location even if she had known where Clarke was when she snuck off. Maybe she would have been spared had Clarke not left, had she been at the cabin when Ontari arrived. Or if only Lexa had stayed a few days longer, she'd have put down this pathetic wannabe like a child at bedtime. If only, if only, if only, Clarke's thoughts spin out not noticing Ontari bend down next to her, dagger still in hand.
