Warpaint | Clexa (Completed)

Chapter 30: Sense Of An Ending

She wanted to cry. Shout, howl. Howl at the pain. Howl at the empty sensation. Howl at her heart which seemed to converge into itself, and eat up her own body like a black hole. She felt a strange sort of pain in her lungs and chest that made her want to curl up and never open her eyes again.

Lexa was dead.

She had been in so much pain. All because of her.

The pain had made Lexa of all people beg for a quick death.

Clarke's eyes snapped open. Lexa beg for death. That was never going to happen. Never.

She looked at Costia.

"You lying son of a bitch"

The next thing Costia knew was the sickening crunch of Clarke's knuckles against her nose.

The saline bottles fell around her with a resounding crash as Clarke ran out of the room in a resounding crash, followed closely by Costia.

Clarke ran through the cold stone lobby of the Polis tower, towards the throne room.

Lexa had to be alive. She just had to be.

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"Faster," Octavia urged Bellamy as they climbed the thin rusted rails leading upto the Polis throne room.

"I'm trying, O," Bellamy said, his face set in determination. "Not all of us were trained by Indra."

"How many people do you think Costia has?"

"Ten at the most. With guns. We have to get to the room fast. We can overpower them all."

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"On your knees, Commander!"

Lexa looked around and gritted her teeth. Kane, Abigail, Indra, Titus, all of them had guns pointed to their heads, and three on her own self. She didn't see any way out of this.

"Down" the cold end of two gun barrels prodded her neck.

Lexa sank to her knees, wishing she could signal her army outside as to what was going on. She had sent the radio SOS to Raven, and she hoped help was coming soon. However, her army marching in here would guarantee her death. These gunmen would open fire on them all.

Lexa sat hunched on her knees. She had failed them all.  She had failed her people. And above all, she had failed the woman she loved. She had failed Clarke.

She closed her eyes, accepting her defeat. She wanted to see those blue eyes once before she died.

"LEXXXAAAAAAAAA"

Lexa's eyes snapped open.

Everyone looked around as Clarke burst in through the door, in a pale blue hospital gown.

Lexa looked up and saw Clarke, still bruised and pale, run towards her. She ran to where Lexa was kneeling, sank down to her knees, and engulfed Lexa in a hug.

"You're alive. You're alive. You're alive."

And with the two guns against the back of her neck, and knees on the hard stone floor, Lexa kissed Clarke who was straddling her thighs and almost pushing her back onto the floor.

Clarke knew her mother was on the floor. She knew that all of them had guns pointed to their heads. But in that moment, nothing mattered. Lexa was still alive. She could feel Lexa's lips on hers. Her hands in her hair. Her body pressed against her.

"I love you. Oh god I love you so much, Lexa. I love you. Don't ever leave me, please. Don't ever dare leave me again."

"I love you Clarke. And I won't leave you. Ever again. I'll always be with you. Our fight is not over."

"Ooo I beg to differ."

Costia was at the doorway, gun pointing at Clarke.

"Costia noooo"

Costia pulled the trigger.

Clarke felt the world around her suddenly move in slow motion. She saw the bullet rushing in towards her. She'd die with Lexa's arms around her. How Poetic.

Lexa moved like a wind and jumped out in front of Clarke, arms open wide, shielding Clarke from the bullet.

Clarke saw Lexa's breath hitch as she heard the soft pop of the bullet pierce into Lexa's skin.

Lexa slumped down, gritting her teeth as the bullet burnt through her body.

Black blood everywhere.

"No No nooooo nooooo Lexa no Lexa nooooo..."

Clarke bent over Lexa pressing down on her bullet wound, trying to prevent the loss of blood.

"Clarke my fight... Is over... I love... You... Clarke... "

"No, fuck no. YOUR FIGHT IS NOT OVER. IT'S NOT FUCKING OVER. I LOVE YOU LEXA. YOU ARE GOING TO LIVE."

Three bullets sounded and Costia slumped to her knees. Bellamy and Octavia were at the door, guns raised.

Before Costia's men even began to realise what was happening, Octavia's dagger cut through their arteries and tendons, and Bellamy's bullets found their hearts.

And Clarke tried her best to hold onto Lexa's convulsing body as the love of her life bled out before her own eyes.

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A/n: Looks like even I love a little drama like Finn. I thought this would be the last chapter, but what the hell, I'm convoluted AF. Last chapter by Sunday. Peace out✌