A Kiss Before The War

Chapter 8: Nightmare on the mountain

Clarke's perspective

As my eyes opened I couldn't help but wonder what was going on since I'd blacked out. Realising that I was laying down on my back, I shot up into a sitting position and started to take in my surroundings.

Everything around me was all white. The ceiling, the walls and the floors were indistinguishable. I couldn't tell where one started and another ended. Turning around to face the opposite direction, yielded no further clues as I was quite literally alone. There weren't even any doors or windows. So where was I?

"I was wondering when you'd wake up."

Came a voice from behind me as I rose to my feet and turned around to face the impossible. This had to be a dream. He was dead and I should know as I shoved the blade into him myself, ending his life.

But there he was standing before me now my ex-boyfriend? We hadn't exactly put a label on what we were but we were together when he was alive. He looked the same as he had the day we first touched down on the ground. His hair a styled mess and in the clothes he always had worn.

"Finn? Is it really you?" I had to ask although I don't know why. It was clear that I was dreaming.

With a flourish of his hands from head to toe he responded,

"The one and only."

Amidst everything that had gone on since I'd taken his life as a mercy, saving him from the horrors that the Grounders had planned for him, I found it a little strange that I was dreaming about him now.

"So why are you here? Is this even real?" I asked him.

He looked pensive as he took a few steps towards me before pointing at me,

"I'm here because you clearly have some unresolved issues up here," he pointed to his head, tapping his index finger a few times on his temple, before adding, "Which is where this is taking place."

I strained to remember where I was in real time and I panicked when I realised I'd passed out as the Mountain Men were shooting at Lexa and I.

"Oh crap! I need to wake up. I'm in Mt Weather at the moment and Lexa..."

"Needs your help?" Finn added as he interrupted and finished my sentence. I'm sure my face showed the shock that I was feeling at his guessing where my thoughts were going.

"How did you...?" I had begun to ask.

"Know? Your thoughts are here and everywhere. Remember this is all in your head Clarke. I know all about what you're thinking. Besides," he clicked his fingers and then pointed at my torso, "that will be waiting for you when you wake up."

I looked down to see the front of my top becoming stained with the crimson that was my blood. He started to stride toward me purposefully and I felt intimidated by his gaze as I stepped back as he stepped forward.

"So tell me Clarke, how is it that you started to get involved with the Commander? How is it that you didn't wait that long after I died to move on?"

I struggled for the words to come forth,

"I...I didn't mean for it..."

He continued to press me a sneer present on his face now. It wasn't an expression I'd ever seen him wear and it was unsettling,

"Or did you kill me so you and your Grounder girlfriend could finally be together?"

I stood still in my tracks. I didn't want to take this anymore. Did I feel guilty over his death? Of course I did. But I couldn't deal with this right now. I didn't want to look at him, I didn't want to think about him yet here he was tormenting me.