Clexa - The Morning After

Chapter 15

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. Still no sign of her friends. It then dawned on Clarke that nobody was saving her. She was alone.

A lot had changed in those months. A lot. It turned out, when the mountain had been destroyed and Abby had decided to take whatever supplies however, she took much more than necessary. She had also decided that the red serum was also a necessity.

Overtime, Clarke became more and more reckless and violent, uncontrollable even. Lashing out whenever Abby tried to help her with the beatings that the guards had given her or even from the tightness of the shackles.

They needed a way to control her.

A month after Clarke had been captured, Abby had enough with her daughters outbursts so she grabbed the red and stormed to the cell. Luckily for her, Clarke was passed out form exhaustion. She jabbed the needle harshly into her arm and Clarke woke, eyes wide with fear and a blood curling scream left her lips. Abby just whispered into her ear "The first dose is always the hardest."

This process continued on and every time she injected her daughter, she put the high frequency device, that she found in the tunnels, on max until she could finally control the beast. She stepped back and admired her work.

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Clarke awoke with a startle, she has been having nightmares again ever since she started being injected with the red. They were getting worse everyday. As Abby entered her eyes immediately went to the vial in her hands, craving for more, for her escape, for the drug.

She had forgotten that she was a prisoner, she had forgotten that she was despised by her own people who she had sacrificed everything for, she had forgotten about her friends however, she hadn't forgotten about lexa.

Lexa was the only reason the slightest bit of her humanity is still inside her. Tucked away deep inside, but still there. She just needs the right person to help her find it again. She would think about her from time to time and a slight smile forms on her face.

But right now, her eyes had bags under them, she hadn't had a good nights sleep in a long time, her eyes were bloodshot, her mind definitely was not on Lexa

As her mother approached her, she waited for the needle to hit her arm, for the relief to flow through her, for her worries to fade away, for the world around her to become dark once more, for her to pass out without having to dream of all the dead. However, that satisfaction never came.

She looked up with anger flowing through her body, she craved that needle she needed that needle to survive and someone had got in the way of that.

She looked up, blue meeting green once more. The sky meeting the forest after a long night away. However the bright blue sky now became the furious storm and it wouldn't stop till it got what it wanted.

Lexa softened at the sight of Clarke. She began walking towards her Clarke was doing the same, but with a different objective...