Grace Marlowe was a bitch. A beautiful, golden haired bitch. They thought she was flawless, but later they would know that she was anything but. Frankly, she was vain. She was selfish. She was cold. She have never had any friend and she thought she...
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GRACE MARLOWE DIDN'T FEEL anything when they continued to torture the lone grounder. She had erased any emotion from her face even when Octavia begged her to do something. She could only gazed at Bellamy numbly when the man looked at her hesitantly before he stabbed a spike through the grounder's hand.
The Earth's survivor took a sharp breath. Still, he refused to talk and didn't give them as much as a look other than to Octavia.
Suddenly, Raven stormed into the room. Her face was ghostly pale and she seemed ready to explode. "What's taking so long?"
When no one answered her, Raven cried out in despair, "He stopped breathing!"
Clarke gasped. "What?!"
"He started again but next time he might not," she told her bitterly.
"He won't tell us anything," Clarke could only shook her head, hopeless.
Raven gazed at the grounder for a second and her eyes darkened, then she squared her shoulders in determination and walked over to grab some electrical wires. "Wanna bet?"
Grace, who had been quiet the whole scene, immediately stiffened. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Raven didn't even spare her a look. "Showing him something new."
Before anyone could stop her, Raven brought the wires straight to the grounder's bare chest. The big, muscled man finally let out a sign of fear. He whimpered in excruciating pain as Raven continued to struck him, twice, three times, four times...
The scatter of sparks, the sound of the electrifying wires, and the smell of burning skin were what made Grace Marlowe reach her breaking point.
Suddenly, she was thrown back to an awfully similar situation that had happened a long, long time ago.
It was buried deep inside the darkest corner of her mind, carefully locked up and never to be thought again.
She could almost pretend that it never happened in the first place, until she watched what the fog had done to Atom, and she could still hear his voices in her head pleading for them to kill him and end his misery.
She could almost think that even if it happened, it wouldn't bother her anyway, until she heard the thunders over her head, seemingly tried to strike her, brewing in a roaring rampage of revenge.
She could almost convince herself that she was already healed, she wasn't broken, and that she was completely and utterly fine but now, as her eyes glossed over and the image of Raven torturing the grounder in the drop ship changed to entirely different people in entirely different place, she knew that she was not, and probably never would, free of the scars that had damaged her soul.
