Revolution

Clarke

Clarke had come by horse, her mare was cream colored and had the worst attatude I have seen in a horse. "Clarke, leader from Negan, it is nice to meet you." Jasper was greeting her from downstairs as I watched lazily through the window. Her blonde curls bounced around as he shook her hand and welcomed her inside. Her steps were graceful and you could see how hard she had been trained by the scars on her body. I heard their foot steps echo through the downstairs room and leave out the back door. A sigh heaved through my body and I pushed myself up and got dressed in workout clothes. I slid the door open to Dakoda, with his fist raised and a shocked expression over his face. "Wanna go work out?" I smiled up to him brightly and he smiled back, leading the way to the training room.

     We went straight to the ring, and I stripped the over shirt I had on, leaving me in my chest wrap and shorts. "No face or throat. Winner gets to skip out on one day of training." I spoke softly, just loud enough for him to hear me. I lurched forward and swept his legs from under him, but his hand grabbed my shoulder and drug me down as well. Foot steps pounded on the wood steps, but I didn't glace up. He punched me in the leg, and a dull pain spread across my thigh." "Onyx." I faintly heard Jasper calling me. I slammed my elbow onto Dakodas rib cage and flipped up, mounting his stomach and raising my fist. I slammed down and then looked up into a sea of blue. Her eyes were so deep and sad, I could get lost in them, and her hair reached her shoulders. She had her arms crossed in front of her, the skin pale. Pain blossomed across my stomach as Dakoda kicked me up off of him hard enough to send me flying back from the ring. His yell signaled his victory as I tried to recapture the air that had left my lungs. Jasper sighed loudly and came over to help me up. "Weren't you the one who said don't get distracted?" He laughed at me. "I wasn't distracted I just didn't move fast enough." Clarke approached me slowly, like a wounded animal. "Leader. It is an honor to meet you." She held out her hand. I clasped her fore arm in my hand and smiled. "We have a lot to do. Bring me the ink and gun now." Jasper ran off quickly. "Take a seat anywhere. And strip your top layers. I turned towards the steps and Jasper was flying down them again. He handed me the ink and gun, and turned back around climbing the steps. I turned towards her, the three lines on her back stood out from her pale skin. "Three lines in blue." I walked up behind her, dipping the tip of the needle into the cup of ink and pressing down on her skin. She stiffened, then relaxed. "You have many red lines. Have any of them been your friend?" She put her head down after asking me. "One yes. Her name was Violet, but she threatened my position so I ended her." I finished the second line and wiped away the extra ink. "Eleven is a lot of blood on your hands." She touched my shoulder. "It's not nearly enough though." I mumbled. "Come with me. You will be staying in my room for the night, and I wish to talk about plans." I stood, turning on my heels and mounting the steps. We made it down the hall with no one stopping us, I stepped to the side letting her in and shutting the door behind me.

     "I am wanting to bring everyone together now. We will live in the same place, everything will start to pick up soon." I spoke and sat down on the wood floor. She sat across from me and bumped our knees together. Her hands clasped together in front of her and she slouched over with her elbows on her thighs. "Where will we stay? I would easily agree with you if I knew it was stable." Her body shuttered when she spoke. "There are caves east of here where the sentinels won't go. Our insiders tell me that the guard is beefing up, we are outnumbered one to thirty now." I leaned back on my hands and let my stomach stretch out. A black bruise was forming across my stomach where Dakoda had kicked me. "Does it hurt bad?" Her hand shot out and traced the outside of the bruise. My stomach twitched at her finger tips. "Not really." I had subconsciously leaned into her touch.  Her hand rubbed lightly at the edge of the black spot, my muscles twitched in response and she laughed. "My father use to say a woman who responded to touch so easily isn't touched enough. Is that true Onyx?" She held her hand flat against my stomach. "I get contact during fighting, it's all I need." I turned my head away. She laughed lightly. "I will send someone tomorrow to gather our ranks, for now sleep out fight is just begining." I stood and walked to the door, sliding it open and glancing behind me before I slid it back shut.