Two Commanders

As the night progressed, Clarke began to feel a sense of unease as she sipped at the moonwalk she’d asked Lincoln for when he came up to serve them drinks. She slipped back into the loft and located her leathers, stripping from her clothes and pulling on the soft, fur lined garments. She double and triple checked to make sure all of her hidden blades were in their places and then returned to the balcony, sitting further back than she had been.

“Wanheda?” Indra asked in a soft growl, her hand finding its grip around the knife hidden in its sheath at her calve.

“Something is amiss. I’m unsettled.” Clarke told her softly. Indra understood and sat on guard with her. The air of the club had felt different to her too. The two warriors combined intuition was correct. Half an hour later, the door to the club was kicked in by men in military looking gear. Clarke recognized them instantly.

“Maunon!” She snarled. Indra and Anya both donned their weapons and pounced upon the armed men, who had started shooting at the walls to scare the club goers. Lexa too donned her sword and set her rig to play the presets. Lincoln jumped the bar after arming himself and with Octavia by his side, joined the fight. Club goers ran screaming from the building as the battle ensued. Clarke ran to Lexa’s room and rappelled down the side of the building, landing in an ally way unseen. She tied her hair back with a crimson strip of cloth and pulled up her hood and mask. She ran into the building through the front with a loud almost inhuman roar.

“MAUNON! TONIGHT YOU DIE!” She screamed, rushing at the nearest uniform she could reach. Lexa and the others could do nothing but take cover as Clarke decimated the mountain men in a raging whirlwind of blood and silver. She left only one alive, toying with him. Clarke slashed his ankles, keeping the now rightfully intimidated man on his knees.

“I’ve heard stories about you, Carl Emmerson. I’ve heard many many things about you, yes sir I have. But now, hehe, now, you’re mine.” She cackled in his ear, relishing as the color drained from his face. She struck him across the temple with the hilt of her knife and quickly zip tied his hands and handcuffed his ankles. Clarke picked him up and slung him over her shoulder, moving towards the door.

“FREEZE! POLICE!” Multiple voices shouted at once as the clubs door was kicked open. The officers froze at the sight that met them, all six of their guns trained on the leather clad figure with a body over their shoulder. Clarke kept moving, but changed her motion into a hunters taunt, daring any of the officers to approach her or her cargo. The first woman, her tag reading “Monroe”, charged at Clarke who side stepped the advance and tripped her unsuspecting victim, continuing on.

The next man, “Miller”, struck at Clarke. With one hand, she redirected his punch and got him off balance enough to pin him to the ground with her knee between his shoulders. She pulled his cuffs from his belt and connected his right wrist to his left ankle in one motion as she stood and managed to dodge a bullet from one of the remaining four.

“Miller! You son of a-” one man yelled and charged at her recklessly. He met the same fate as his predecessors. As she turned to face the last three, she was knocked back a step once, twice, as two bullets made contact with her body. She felt the pain lance through her chest as the projectiles tore through and growled, remaining on her feet. She charged at the two front most cops, the two who had shot her and put them on the ground under her feet roughly. She rose to face her final opponent.

“Blake” his tag read. Clarke looked her old partner up and down and simply knocked his gun from him before disappearing out into the night.

“Bellamy, help!” His comrades called to him. Officer Blake stood rooted to the spot, confused. He shook his head clear and helped Lexa and the others free his fellow officers.

“O!” Bellamy exclaimed, seeing his baby sister standing near Lincoln.

“Bellamy!” She ran and hugged him.

“O, what happened?” He asked gruffly.

“It was just a normal night when these guys stormed the place. Everyone ran out and we fought back. Then that person came and slaughtered them.” Octavia told him briefly. He and the other cops took the statements of Lexa, Lincoln, Indra, and Anya, calling an ambulance for an injured Ryder who suffered a bullet wound from one of the mountain men. When they finished, Bellamy and the other officers left, leaving the tech team alone to clean up the mess and catalog evidence.

Clarke hurried through dark alley ways, feeling Emmerson’s dead weight more with every step she took. Finally, she collapsed, her vision beginning to fade into nothingness as a large figure approached and she felt the dead weight of Emmerson be removed.

“There you are.” A deep voice sighed. Then everything went dark.

Lexa and the others had retreated to the loft as soon as they were able to do so.

“She was shot… She was shot twice… We need to find her fast.” Lexa began, pacing the kitchen anxiously. Indra pulled out her phone and made multiple calls as Lincoln checked and tended to any wounds the others had. Anya moved around the kitchen, setting a kettle on the stove to make something that would hopefully soothe Lexa’s anxiety a bit. Octavia sat quietly in her chair, still processing everything she’d seen. She’d never seen that side of Clarke. It was unsettling.

“O?” Lincoln asked softly, putting a firm hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, dazed.

“Let’s get you to bed. You’re staying here with me.” He told her. Octavia allowed herself to be led into his room. Lincoln turned his back to give her the privacy to change into some pajama’s she had in one of his drawers. When she was done, he tucked her into his bed and kissed her forehead, telling her to sleep and promising to be back by her side soon. He slipped out of the room quietly and shut the door, returning to the kitchen. Anya set a steaming mug of tea on the table after forcing Lexa into a chair.

“Drink it.” She said firmly, ignoring the glare Lexa sent her way.

“Lex, please. You need to calm your mind so you can find Clarke.” Lincoln told her, sitting down next to his sister and taking her hand in his. Lexa huffed and picked up the mug, sipping the hot liquid slowly. When the mug was empty, Lincoln and Anya practically dragged Lexa to her room and forced her to rest. When the two were absolutely sure she was asleep, they left her alone and returned to where Indra sat in the kitchen.

“Anything?” Anya asked, sitting down next to her wife.

“Gustus has her and her prisoner. He found her barely conscious in an alley way. Nyko is with him, trying to stabilize her. It doesn’t sound good.” Indra told her with a sigh.

“We all need to sleep. It’s been a hell of a night.” Anya yawned. Indra nodded, wishing her son goodnight as she followed Anya to their room. Lincoln returned to his room and changed into his pajamas and slipped into bed behind Octavia, holding her close as he fell asleep.