Lexa's POV
I emerged from this box thing- thick, gray smoke obstructing my view from everything and anything.
I stood there for a minute- trying to get my brain to function. Where was I? Am I dead?
Then, all too fast, the memories came flooding back, eliciting a never ending waterfall of emotions.
Admist my memories, I made out a blonde beauty. She was hard to miss. Who was she?
CLARKE!
My Clarke! How could I forget?! Surely I was under some sort of sick spell that forced me to foget my beloved momentarliy.
I swear they will pay. In blood.
I need to find her.
I rushed forward- determined. However, the determination seemingly evaporated from its very existence as the first step I took out of the peculiar box, my vision clouded even more- if that was even possible- and my head srarted to ring.
An incessant, blaring ring.
I placed my hand upon my head in an attempt to silence the noise- somewhat working- as the sound subsided.
Enduring the infuriating blaring in my skull, I decided that if a mere headache was going to sidetrack my attempt at finding my love, then i did not deseve her.
And so I braved the pain and trudged forward- practically dragging my limbs against floor, goosebumps littered up and down my arms.
Cold? Why am I cold? Normally I sweat rather profusley beneath the weight of my armour and such.
I sheepishly peered down at my attire and was shocked to see a brown, cheap cloth replacing my usual attire - leading from my neck, down my shoulders and to just above my knees. I looked like a peasant!
Realising that I- once again- became side tracked from Clarke, I mentally scolded myself and promised it would NOT happen again.
I looked around- hoping to be able to make out my blonde's beautiful face. Proving succesfull, I locked eyes with another pair of eyes that I knew so familary. My heart melted and the liquified version was beating abruptly.
But before I could run up to her and wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her till she were out of breath, she fainted.
My eyes widened considerably and my heart stopped beating.
I managed to catch her limp body within my arms. I placed my ear to her mouth- relief flooding threw me when I felt her hot breath on my ear.
Do not get me wrong, reader, I am not a primal human with a less than basic understanding of the human body- I know there are better, more efficent ways of checking someone's heart beat, afterall, I AM the girlfriend (as Clarke says) of a doctor.
However, I wanted to feel her hot breath upon me. What can I say? I just feel like I haven't seen her in so long. I missed her. But then again I always miss her. Even when she goes to the toilet.
Focusing on the present, I placed a kiss to Clarke's temple before gingerly picking her up- bridal style of course- and placing her upon the bed that was located within the room- ensuring I supported her head.
After tucking my love beneath the covers I realised that around her arm, that was laying atop the duvet, was a poorley wrapped bandage. It was stained with the colour of fresh blood- red and angry rather than brown.
Alarmed, I promised myself I'd ask Clarke what had happened later, but for now, I needed to make sure that it didn't get infected.
I placed her hand gently within my own and squeezed- in an attempt to give her some comfort, even though I knew that she was probably numb to all feeling at that moment. I then peeled the piece of cloth off of her wrist, revealing the souce of the blood.
A cut. Slashed horizontally down the length of her wrist, extremley deep. I swear I could see the bone. I looked around for some cloth or such that I could use to rewrap her wrist, but it proved pointless as I found nothing.
Resorting to the last option, I ripped my own dress item I had found myslef in , to just below the knee. I then poured some alchol, I had found lying around, upon the cut in order to somewhat santize it, while simultanously griping her hand and whispering comforts into her ear- hoping she could hear them so they could ease her pain.
Clarke's breathing became abrupt at first, before settling down once I had finished.
I wrapped my loves wrist gingley with the cloth, and slowly, but tightly continued to wrap her slashed wrist- securing it by tucking it within itself once I once done.
Once satisfied, I placed a kiss upon my blonde's injured wrist and one upon her soft head.
Coming to the realisation I could be in danger, I darted my eyes around, in attempt to find my weapons- or any weapons for that matter
Whose chambers dont have a least one weapon for protection?! I huffed in both confusion and annoynce and scavenged the room for any object that had a sharp edge.
Finally, I stumbled upon a dull pair of two blades - with a handle. Rather handy. Though, it wouldn't be appropriate for stabbing someone.
Before I could continue my scavange , someone threw open the door- rather abruptly.
Instantly, as if the newfound weapon was an extra limb, my hand found it's way to the grip of the handle- pulling them apart, revealing the individual blades. I placed my finger between the blades to give me a sense of proper leverage.
I really did miss my dagger.
I postioned myself infront of Clarke's limp body and assumed a defensive stance- one leg behind the other, my dominant hand holding the grip of the bladed handle as tight as possible, and away from my body.
I need to keep Clarke safe. If anything thing happened to her-
The figure that previously stood in the doorway, stepped towards me and into the light.
I took in her appearence - hoping to get a hint as to where as I was.
She was clad in tight, black jeans that complimented her toned legs perfectly. long brunnette hair pulled back into a pony tail. Her shoes that looked really odd- her foot upon a normal shoe platform- balenced upon a dagger. 'high . Heel.' Clarke had spoke about them before and how she thought that she'd be my height with them on.
A short piece of cloth- only covering her to just above her navel- her exposed stomach paler than the rest of her body- as if it had never been exposed to the sun before. I wondered if she was trying to impress Clarke. Or me. If the prior, I wouldnt be suprised. Clarke was stunning. But Clarke was mine.
Putting the dots together, I gathered that Clarke knew this girl and was probably living with her. My heart sunk. Was Clarke- dating her?
The slightly shorter girl edged forward before saying.
"So.. it worked huh" she said in a shocked voice.
Realising I was familiar with that voice, I started to ponder where from.
Rayden. No.
Rayson. Nope.
Raven!
Pretending I hadnt just figured out who she was,and knew who she was as soon as she had entered, I decided to get answers.
" what is it you mean, Raven" I asked, in my regular voice, aware I was intimidating from Raven's change of expression.
" ya know, I have no idea what she saw in you" She spoke, voice laced with a toxic venom." Your so..." Raven stopped to think of a word she thought fitted me- as if I was the first of my kind.
"bland" she finished
Ignoring her feeble attempt at getting to me ( though I wondered if what she said about Clarke was true- 'what she saw in you' past tense?!).
I fixed her with my death stare -as if I wasn't dressed as a maid.
" what did you mean by 'it worked" I questioned.
" I mean, you died bitch and then resurrected cuz im Jesus" she spoke, attempting to be funny- it didnt work- at least not for me. I was only futher confused.
" oh, and by the way, your deathstare isnt as scary when ur wearing rags" she mocked.
Finally, I retracted my arm- once I had confirmed mentally that she lacked the guts to attack. I assumed a normal standing postion.
Raven scoffed before barging past me and taking a b- line to Clarke's unconcious form.
NO! Not Clarke.
I immediatly stood in her way, folding my arms as I did so.
"Do not touch Clarke" I uttered between my gritted teeth.
Raven mocked fear before saying the words that only appeared in my night- mares.
"Chill out, wArrIoR" she mocked with a stifled chuckle " She's mine, Clarkey is my girlfriend"
I wanted to scream. I wanted to shrivel up and die.
Upon seeing the defeat in my eyes, she continued her boast
" yepp, commander ur've been gone a longgg time" the older girl continued. " infact, and don't tell her, we are actually going to get engaged!!" The girl- I had come to distaste- spoke before pulling out a velvet cast from within her back pocket.
" take a look" the girl called- as if a siren.
My brain said no- it could be a bomb for all I knew. But my heart said yes. Infact it pleaded with all its might to see the ring that would be placed on the finger of the girl I loved so.
I grabbed the case from the older girls fingers and opened it- almost greedily.
Inside lay the most cliche ring I had ever seen. A silver band- with a crystal placed messily atop.
I tried extra hard to keep my stoic deamour at this. Now this was something I found fuuny.
"Right, well I do not believe you speak the truth Raven and so I shall ask Clarke herself once she arises" I spoke calmy before tossing the case back carelessly towards Raven's direction.
Her nostils flared- her fists clenching at her side and she attempted to catch it but missing, miserably.
Pathetic, I thought.
"We have been dating since your measly ass has been gone, I think we deserve some privacy" she snarled once she had recovered from the embarrasment.
Of course I didnt belive the rubbish she was spouting but still some part of me wondered if she wasn't lying. I mean, I wouldn't be suprised if Clarke was dating Raven- she was quite pretty and Clarke also spoke so highly of her.
Remebering the question,I got a painfull knot in my stomach, as if someone had wedged their sword between my guts and suddenly twisted it- violently.
Every inch of my body was on high alert- not trusting Raven with Clarke's unconcious form, and so I stayed.
" like I said, I shall confirm your therories once she wakes" I declared.
"Whatever" the older said with a roll of her eyes and a iritated exhale.
Raven then glanced at Clarke- her gaze unligering - and tuned on her heel to leave.
However, before she exited the small room, she spoke.
"Ya know, me and her have " she started making scissor motions with her hands, causing me to become bewildared- I'll ask Clarke later I agreed mentally.
" more times than u can count" she taunted, with a coniving smirk upon her lips.
Right. Whatever that means.
Back to Clarke.
Guysss. Please tell me if this is shit or not cuz i cant tell 💀😭