Seizing Bullets

Screams and cries roared through Arkadia. People punched and kicked  and shock sticks clashed with swords as people fought for their lives. A man with an assault rifle fired into the crowd, taking out Arkadians and grounders alike with a terrifying ease as the bullets rattled through the grounds. Trikru warriors ran forward in unity and the gun was turned upon them. One by one they met their deaths, but the warriors behind held up their bodies and used them as shields. Bullets tore through the dead, spraying blood everywhere but the warriors could not be stopped and soon he was overwhelmed.

All of her friends were locked in battle, Bellamy was stood picking off the guard until one last pull of the trigger was met with a quiet click. He froze, and stared in horror at his empty gun as Hannah smiled and pointed hers toward him. There was a scream as the shot echoed through the grounds but it was Hannah who fell, as Monty's hands trembled around his pistol and his eyes were wide as he watched her body slump to the floor.

Pike reached for his own gun but without thinking, Clarke slammed into him at full force. They hit the muddy ground with a rough splatter and Clarke's hands slipped over his face as she tried to push him down. Her weight surged forwards and she barely managed to slam her fists into the ground, but as she tried to steady herself she was thrown with a dull pain into the ground as Pike's elbow connected with her face.

She rolled quickly but a hand grabbed her ankle and she kicked out. Pike grunted, clutching his face but his other hand sought his gun once more. Bellamy threw himself at Pike and began to punch every inch of him but Pike blocked a punch with his arm and swung his fist furiously, it connecting with Bellamy's chin. Bellamy's head launched upwards and he fell back while a shot rang out. Bellamy screamed, clutching his forearm and Clarke jumped to Pike and threw the pistol out of his hands so it sunk into the mud.

Pike punched at Clarke but she dodged it and swung her leg, trapping Pike's between his own and she shoved his legs out from underneath him. She dove on top of him again but Pike pulled the shock stick rapidly from his belt and swerved to connected it with the base of her spine.

Clarke froze above Pike as pain suddenly gripped her once more. She couldn't even scream, a weak moan was all that was muttered as the pain reverberated up her back once more.

Pike pulled the stick away and Clarke fell upon him. He pushed her roughly away and slowly crawled to where his gun was now lying, glinting slightly in the sun despite being half hidden by mud. Pike spluttered and spat onto the ground as he slowly stood tall, turning to Clarke.

Clarke panted where she lay, wishing to drown in the cool mud. Pike and the gun cast a shadow over her. She tried to swing her legs but they barely twitched and she sighed in frustration as Pike's raging eyes took in every inch of her pathetic state.

'I am sorry for you, Clarke.' Pike muttered.

There was a fierce roar as two legs slammed into Pike's chest, and brown hair was billowing against the sky. Pike gave a scream, dropping the gun once more as his back shattered into the ground. Lexa spun her blades menacingly in her hand.

'Yu gonplei ste odon.'

Lexa ran two blades through Pike's chest. His head jerked up and he gave a rasping grunt but he fell back, lying in a pool of his own blood.

Lexa spun to Clarke, her green eyes wide with fear and clearly visible despite the war paint. Clarke tried to sit up but she gave a weak cry and slumped back into the ground when her back refused to comply.

Hands ran through her hair and Clarke looked up into Lexa's concerned face.

'I'm getting you out of here.' Lexa told her calmly, despite the waging war all around.

Clarke nodded, accepting defeat as pain continued to make her shudder violently in Lexa's arms.

'I've got her.'

Clarke turned her head as her mother came running into view. She watched as Lexa traded a look of conflict with Abby; both held doubts about the other but Lexa nodded and Clarke felt herself gently lifted up and placed in her mother's arms.

'Bellamy!' Clarke said quickly.

'Jasper got him inside.' Abby answered. 'We need to take you in- now.'

Lexa's eyes reached Clarke once more but she slowly started to turn.

'Wait!'

Lexa turned back to Clarke with as much speed as when she had slammed into Pike.

'Clarke, I'll be fine. You need to get inside. Your fight is over- for now.' Lexa said tenderly, stepping forward and running her fingers through Clarke's hair once more.

Clarke swallowed, blinking back tears. She longed to reach up and kiss Lexa but even being held in this position was more agony than she had known. Lexa gave her a small smile before she turned and charged at the nearest guard who was trying to knock people out with shock sticks.

Clarke watched, fear sloshing through her stomach but her mother turned quickly and Lexa was gone from her line of sight. Abby quickly tried to sprint by everyone as they fought all around. Jaha was treading over dead victims to get to those injured and crying out in pain. He kneeled beside one and placed his hand over her mouth.

'What is-'

Clarke's words were cut off as she fell to the floor and screamed in agony. A guard was punching her mother frenetically but there was a buzz of electricity and he soon fell back with Jasper standing over him.

'I'm getting pretty good at this.' Jasper muttered, before stooping down to help Abby.

'Get Clarke!' Her mother shouted, batting Jasper away and he gave a quick nod, running to Clarke and pulling her up with a lot less grace and care than Lexa.

'I hate these damn wars.' Jasper muttered as he and Abby pushed their way back into Arkadia.