written in the stars

chapter 9

I do not own the 100. I am just a fan writing fanfic.

Clarke's P.OV.

When I opened my eyes it was still dark. I looked up at the stars and thought about my mother. The ark was almost out of air, she was almost died. The communication between us and them was down and the only thing I had to remind me of her was a blip in the sky. When Wells had told me about my father, I had been so angry, I had even taken off my wrist band. I regretted it now. My mother probably thought I was died. I sniffed away tears and shifted uncomfortably on the hard ground.

It wasn't until I moved that I realized something was wrong. At first it was my legs, they were heavy and stiff I couldn't move them. Then I realized my whole body felt heavy and strange. I pushed myself up onto my elbows and looked down at my legs. There was no sign of trauma, no cuts and no broken bones. I looked around trying not to panic. Your a doctor Clarke, well close enough, whats wrong. You can figure this out. I liked my lips trying to sit up more. My tongue tingled and my mouth tasted bitter. Had I eaten something.

I thought back to everything I had eaten, nothing stuck out as unusual or potentially harmful. Just as I was starting to reach for my pack I heard the bushes move. I reached for my knife on my belt. It was gone. I looked all around me, wondering if it had fallen out in my sleep. My eyes landed on a tree across from me. My knife was sticking out of it gleaming, I hadn't left it there. I swallowed. The bushes rustled again and I wiped my head around.

Through the bushes a figure appeared. I tensed, my fingers searching the ground for a stick or a rock. They came up empty and panic sat heavy on my chest. The figure chuckled in the dark and moved closer. I tried to pull further away from it but my legs were like dead weight pinning me to my spot. Slowly the figure neared and I could tell without even seeing his face it was Finn.

****Warning: mature themes ahead, sensitive topics covered.****

"Whats wrong Princess?" His voice hissed, making me shiver. "Something wrong with your legs?" He asked holding back a laugh. That bastard. He had fuck paralyzed me. "What the fuck did you do to me?" I spat. He walked closer finally stepping out of the trees with a grin on his face. "Nothing Princess, I would never hurt you- unless you like it rough?" He said slowly stepping closer and closer. I swallowed and tried to shift backwards which only made Finn laugh. "Oh, your legs. Yeah my bad. Don't worry it wears off. Too bad you won't be able to walk after I am done with you Poision or no poison." He walked over and touched my hair. I tried not to flinch, I didn't want him to know how scared I was.

"I liked it better long," he said pouting, " that's okay though there are other things about you I like more." He crouched down and grabbed my neck. He blew on the spot my hickey had been and now was barely visible. "What a whore, running around letting just anyone touch you?" He growled. I breathed heavy trying desperately to come up with an escape plan. He learned back and let his hand wonder from my hair to my chest. I recoiled at his touch and spit in his face. This made him grin in a way that made my stomach twist. He pushed me down, my arms were to weak and heavy to fight. He ripped drown the front of my shirt. The sound made me sick. I pushed back against his chest which did nothing but annoy him.

"We have ALL night Clarke, no use in fighting it." He said. "GET OFF ME! SOMEONE HELP ME!!" I screamed. He smiled. "No one will here you Clarke." He said as he leaned down to kiss me. I bit his lip hard, tasting copper as his blood filled my mouth. He pulled back his eyes dark, I spit his blood back at him. He straddled me, tired of my fighting back. "Is that what you want? You want be to fuck you rough?" He asked as I withered under him. "STOP, FINN! YOU DONT HAVE TO DO THIS!" I argued. He kissed up and down my neck bitting hard enough to leave teeth marks. "NO, but I GET to!" He sneered. I tried to kick out but my legs barely moved. I lashed out with my heavy arms, scratching at his face. He pinned my hands down and slapped my chest. "Don't be bad, or I'll have to punish you." He said chuckling above me. He pushed my bra down and started assaulting my chest.