A Kiss Before The War

Chapter 22: Find her we shall

Clarke's perspective

As I came to, I could hear the sounds of people moving around along with the crackle of a fire. I tried to keep my breathing even and my eyes closed to keep up the impression that I was still unconscious in the hopes that I could learn something about where I was.

I moved my hands gently and from the resistance and feel I knew that my hands were bound with rope, mildly uncomfortably behind my back. I also reassessed my situation as I sat there.

I remembered going into the forest outside of Ton DC searching for clues on this recent murder and my investigative skills were rewarded as I found footprints, blood and even drag marks. That was how I knew I was onto something.

Shortly after that however was when I'd received that blow to the back of my head and I ended up here. That voice that spoke to me was one I was familiar with, having encountered him inside and out of Mt Weather.

Emerson.

Given the fact that he was a lackey for President Wallace, I guessed that whatever reason he was out here for was on his orders. Moving my feet now told me that they weren't bound but that movement must have gave me away.

"She's awake," called out a voice but this one was not one I knew.

They probably had someone watching me at all times for when I eventually woke up and so I wouldn't try anything. I figured now was as good a time as any to get a visual on my surroundings so I could start to plan my escape.

It was immediate that I was still located in a woodland area, judging by the trees. How far away from Ton DC and from where I was taken I wasn't sure. Looking to my left I noticed a cave which may have been where the rest of Wallace and his band of merry men spent their evenings.

"Good to see that you're back with us in the land of the living Clarke," Emerson said as he strolled over and crouched in front of me.

I looked back at him defiantly cursing his existence silently. If I hadn't chose to let him go or at least if I'd given him less oxygen he wouldn't be here right now. Despite my anger towards him and the rest of those who were the monsters from the mountain, I was surprised at the vehemence of my thoughts.

The way with which I'd just cut it down to the black and white. That I should have killed him when I had the chance and that I probably would if given another opportunity really was an eye opener for me.

Not just because of how much I'd changed since coming to the ground but since I'd begun spending time with Lexa. Naturally couples tend to develop some similarities as they spend more time with one another and apparently I'd acquired Lexa's no nonsense way of thinking.

Her ability to do what needs to be done to survive, no matter the consequences. This both frightened and delighted me at the same time, knowing that she was still helping me despite our separation.

"What do you want with me Emerson?"

I tried to put as much bite behind my words, to show him that I wasn't scared and that I wouldn't make it easy for them. I was the Commander's girl through and through and I'd clamber out over all their dead bodies if it meant getting back to her. He gestured towards me with a rather large knife,

"It's not about what I want Clarke, if it was...well let's just say you'd be less comfortable than you are now. You'd still be alive of course but how alive...well I'd make sure you felt the same level of terror I felt when you gave me barely enough oxygen to make it back to Mt Weather all those days ago."