Bloody War Paint {"The100" Clexa} *COMPLETED*

Chapter Seventeen

A/N: Happy new year y'all! May 2016 be full of Clexa, and fanfics, and smut! May Lexa fuck Clarke happily in the snow! May all your ships become canon, and all your favorite fictional characters come to life!

Much love,
Isabell xoxo

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Clarke woke up and stretched her limbs. She looked around and got up. Suddenly the energy was racing through her veins and the light headed feeling was wiped out.

After finger combing her hair, and rubbing her eyes, her blurry vision became clear and she rushed out of the tent.
After spending another night in Lexa's tent without her, she was sick of it. She was sick of having to rest. She was sick of being sick.

So she slowly took a couple steps out of the tent, and deeply inhaled the crisp air. The sunlight was caressing her skin lightly as a small smile formed on her rosy lips.

Polis was already wide awake and grounders were rushing past her, without even noticing her.

It was like she was invisible to them. Finally. She thought.

Finally she didn't feel like an outsider anymore. She was just another grounder living life to its fullest.

Well, maybe not to its fullest, but she was alive. And she considered herself a grounder. That was all she needed to be satisfied at the very moment.

"Clarke!" A low voice huffed. Clarke turned hastily to face a dark haired boy.
"Bellamy?" She asked, almost not surprised. He had that way of always appearing out of nowhere, it almost didn't surprise her anymore.

She eyed him precisely. His face was bruised and his eyes tired. But unfortunately there was nothing strange about that. Bruises had become their make-up.

"What are you doing here?" She asked calmly. His eyes were fear filled and his voice trembled uncontrollably as he said "They took Octavia."

Panic struck her voice as she asked slightly confused "Who? Bellamy what happened?"

"They took her and Abby." He said, and buried his fingers in his dark curls. Tears were burning in the corner of his eyes and his breathing sped up.

Making another attempt at getting through to him, she placed her hands on his shoulders and shook him lightly.

"Bellamy!"

He blinked the tears away and looked Clarke in the eye.

"Who took Octavia? Is my mom okay?" She said slowly, letting the words sink in. Never had she seen him that desperate. He looked so helpless.

"Lexa.. she sent a group of grounders with Abby to help us rebuild the Camp--" He cut himself off as a sob of desperation escaped his lips.

"They were from the ice nation.. they took them. I didn't look for only a second and they took them." He mumbled into his hand.

"Ice nation." Clarke whispered to herself, and then she remembered Echo, and a storm of anger browsed within her.

Without hesitating she left Bellamy to himself, and stormed down to the dungeon. She had seen Lexa come out of there the day before, and there was only one person who could be so terrible, that Lexa feels like she had to lock her up.

Echo.

Clarke was driven by anger and panic as she rushed to Echo's cell. She ignored the thick air that was sticky on her skin, and Tobys, who desperately tried to tell Clarke to leave.
The darkness that surrounded her woke her demons and the voices that once ruled her returned.