somewhere | b.blake ✔️

2x16 Part 1✔️

"Oh, I hope some day I'll make it out of here
Even if it takes all night or a hundred years
Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near
Wanna feel alive, outside I can fight my fear
Isn't it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin to bone
Hello, welcome home"

-Lovely, Billie Eilish and Khalid

*****

The amount of anger still left in Ash hours later after a run and intense workout slightly scares her.

But she knows that now is not the time to let the anger be released. There will be a time for that, once she finds a way into the mountain to free their people.

To free Bellamy.

She will die for Bellamy, she realizes. She will die to make sure that he lives.

But she won't go down easily.

Footsteps pull her from her thoughts and without blinking she grabs a knife and throws it towards the person, narrowly missing them.

A warning shot.

She wishes she didn't allow herself the warning shot when the footsteps turn out to be Clarke, who comes forward slowly with her hands raised in the air. "Look, Ash, I know you don't particularly like me—"

"Understatement of the century," Ash grumbles under her breath as she toys with another one of her knives.

Clarke visibly swallows at the silent threat. "I know you don't like me, but I have a plan. And it's probably stupid and might not even work—"

"Spit it out, Clarke," Ash practically growls.

A part of her is satisfied at the way Clarke keeps glancing down at the knife in fear, glad to know that her threats seemed to have done their job.

But another is scared to see that someone she used to call a friend is now terrified of her, and for good reason.

"Octavia would never leave Bellamy in there, even when Indra ordered her to do so. That's our way in."

Ash has no interest in walking through the woods with the woman who indirectly killed Smith. None whatsoever.

But her fight with Clarke would come.

Now, she had other worries.

So, with a sigh, she picks herself up off the ground and grabs her knife from the tree. "Lead the way, Princess."

The two walk in silence, the air filled with silenced anger and guilt.

Clarke swallows, the sound audible. "So Smith was in Ton Dc," she says slowly, guilt evident in her voice.

"Yes."

"Did he die from the fall or did he suffer?"

The sound reaches her ears just as the fire reaches his black shirt and spreads. The scream he lets out and the way his deadly pale face scrunches up is single-handedly the worst sight and sound she's ever heard in her entire life.