heda | clexa

twenty six

Clarke hates Lexa. 

She hates Lexa, but mostly, she hates herself, utterly and bitterly.

Still. If there was one person in the world she could kill right now, she would happily bring her ax home to Lexa’s chest, or her knife to Lexa’s throat, or her sword through Lexa’s stomach. 

She swears to all Saints, there rarely has been a person she has wanted to kill so badly and in so many ways.

Okay, context might be needed. After all, last thing Clarke knew, she was making chocolate chip pancakes, cuddling Clarke Jr. and rebuilding her slightly fractured relationship with Lexa the morning after they kissed.

It must have been the guilt and fear. Clarke should have seen it from miles away.

That night, Lexa went to the bathroom and she didn’t come out for hours. When she did, Clarke pretended to be asleep, but she saw the tears and the frantic wiping of what must’ve been blood. It was too dark to properly see.

Clarke should have known right there. What was she thinking, to kiss a person who hurt herself on Clarke’s account, a person who prayed hours upon hours just to make amends for one kiss?

What was she thinking, believing Lexa would ever be disloyal to her people?

Of course she would run to the men in charge as soon as she could, if only to save herself, or her twisted idea of purity.

That’s how Clarke and her people all ended up crammed into a cell in the proper TonDC prison, a thick concrete building in the center of town, where the town prisoners go if they misbehave or need to be under stricter watch.

It’s not just that; Clarke’s escape plans had finally progressed. The wheels were turning, everyone got their tasks assigned that night and Gods, it could have worked so well.

All ruined by a single kiss, and Clarke’s stupidity.

Of course, it wouldn’t be Clarke Griffin if you couldn’t put her into any situation and she wouldn’t come out on top. 

It wouldn’t be Clarke’s crew if they couldn’t find their way out of anything.

The prisoners in the neighboring cell are getting ready for an event for the third night in a row. It’s Clarke’s luck; they’re not at all excited to go. Every day, around the same time, they disappear and reappear a few hours later. 

They display none or few injuries and are definitely alive, so it’s the ideal way to sneak out of prison. 

Just to make sure, of course, Clarke isn’t going to send her people into this. If her time on this continent has taught her anything, it’s that the people are crazy. The prisoners won’t give details when asked, and that makes Clarke suspicious enough.

Bellamy, Roan and Murphy will go as three of the four guards that always escort the prisoners. Only Clarke will climb into the prisoner wagon. So what if there’s only one woman instead of the usual five. Clarke won’t expose the others to danger, and if there are three guards claiming they know about the change, the fourth won’t complain.

Emori, with her own escape on the other end of the deal, will set off bombs at the main gate for a distraction after Clarke is gone, signaled by Clarke when and where exactly to do so. Clarke didn’t tell Emori this, but after such a loud, conspicuous escape of Emori and her friends, they will be the focus of a search first. It will take time until anyone considers checking the most secure place in TonDC, the prison building, for additional runners. 

The ensuing chaos of Emori’s escape will be plenty for Raven, Octavia, Echo and Luna to escape.

Octavia is already making makeshift keys for the cell, Raven can get the group past enough men with a button undone and the right smirk, Echo knows the surrounding area by now and Luna could protect three other people with only her pinky.