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Lexa was gone. That was the last thing the blonde could process. She felt arms pulling her and heard muffled voices in the distance but paid them no mind. All she could see was the limp form of the once mighty Commander as Titus carried her away, and then Clarke fell. Everything was chaos. Not just around her but it wreaked havoc on her physically. She felt sick. She felt the pain run rampant through her head and across her heart.
“Everyone I love dies… Everyone I care about dies… I kill them…” The thoughts all of similar nature cycled mercilessly through her mind. Clarke felt herself be moved, but it didn’t feel like she was in her body. She felt nothing but numb. Gone were the brilliant forest green eyes that sparkled with every emotion, that had shone with love and need and understanding just hours earlier. That had shone with fear masked by confidence as Lexa had told her not to be afraid.
“Death is not the end.” The words rang in her head among the cycle of thoughts. The words echoing in the sweet gentle voice of their owner. Clarke came back enough to look down at her hands, stained black with the blood of another dead lover. Another dead loved one. How many were there now? She’d lost track.
“Clarke.” She heard her name. She ignored it. Clarke was gone. Clarke had died with Lexa. Clarke wished more than anything she could’ve died with Lexa instead of stolen her last breath. She’d felt herself die as the light drained from Lexa’s eyes and the warmth left her skin. Bloodied hands had closed the glassy green eyes.
“Clarke!” She heard her name again. It was a voice she knew, but not the one she wanted. The voice she so desperately wanted to hear. She’d never again hear the way Lexa said her name, how the ‘k’ at the end would pop in the most satisfying way as the name fell from the other girl’s lips.
“L-Leksa…” Clarke heard herself croak. She heard an apology in the distance and only shook her head. Lexa was gone. Part of Clarke had gone with her. Clarke shut her eyes and prayed.
“Maybe someday, you and I will owe nothing more to our people.” She heard her own words, and still felt the firm hold on her forearm, the warmth of the others hand.
‘May we meet again.’ Those few words that meant so much.
‘Stay alive. Stay safe. Fight well. Come back. Come home. I’ll miss you. I’ll see you later.’ The promise of tomorrow. The promise of a tomorrow those beautiful, infuriating green eyes would now never see. A tomorrow a dismal blue pair doesn’t want to see, and so they closed, hoping to never open again.
“Maybe someday, you and I will owe nothing more to our people.”
“May we meet again… Clark…”
Blue eyes opened again, but this time under a different sky. Blonde locks rose from the pavement. A leather jacket cushioned her back, a white Tee covering her front. Torn jeans protected her legs and thick boots her feet. A rifle was strapped across her back and twin pistols found home at her hips. She sat up, pushing to her feet at a distant groaning sound. A new name flooded her consciousness, and a rough foreign accent rolled off her tongue with every syllable she tried.
Elyza. Elyza Lex. She liked it. Something completely new coupled with the strongest loss she’s ever felt. She had her piece of Lexa back, now to find the part of herself and the rest of her lover. Elyza scanned her surroundings, her hands moving through her pockets for anything to tell her where she was or what she’d been doing. Maybe she’d hit her head? Her left hand wrapped around a smooth metal set of keys and in her right palm she felt metal disks of varying size and thickness. Pulling the disks from her jacket pocket first she found them to be different colors too. There were only about ten of them and they seemed well worn, but a few were a coppery color while the rest were silver. On one side of all of them were faces of stuffy looking men she didn’t recognize. On the other sides were a variety of things. On some of the coppery colored ones, there were shields or a strange looking building with many pillars. She couldn’t make out what was on the back of the silver coins smaller than the coppery ones. On the backs of the slightly larger and significantly thicker ones was the strange pillared building and on the backs of the largest ones was some kind of bird or various etched scenes or landscapes. Elyza shrugged and pocketed them, her attention now on the keys she’d pulled from her left pocket. They were small and there were only three of them, varying in size and length, connected only by a silver ring. She put the keys back as a loud groan came from her left. Elyza’s body reacted before her mind could process and a body fell to the floor with a decent sized hole in its skull. She put the pistol back on her hip and moved closer to the corpse. It reeked of death unbefitting of a fresh kill. She was alarmed to find that the body was partially decaying yet it had still been walking around.
“Z’s. Don’t get bit. Or scratched. Or bled on. Better yet just don’t touch ‘em. Don’t get touched by ‘em and we’ll be just peachy princess.” A voice in the back of her mind filled in.
“Princess?” She muttered aloud and suddenly she was Clarke again.
“Yep. You seem a bit lost princess. And by a bit I mean really lost. How the hell’d you end up in my body?” The voice chirruped in the back of her mind in that accent.
“Your guess is as good as mine. I’m really sorry. I think… I’m looking for someone… Maybe..?” Clarke tried to explain verbally. The voice chuckled.
“Well, seeing as you’re mighty confused, and I actually know what I’m doing, hows about we let me take control of my body while you get your shit straight? Something tells me we have no choice but to work together.” The voice suggested, slightly irritated. Clarke nodded, doing her best to try and let go.
“Alright! We are back in business! What do they call you stranger?” Elyza asked verbally, stretching and moving about as she found herself back in control once more.
“Clarke.” Was the reply.
“Got a last name there too?” Elyza asked, curiously as she straddled the humming back of a black motorcycle.
“Not anymore.” Clarke sighed sadly.
“Fair enough I s’pose. I’m Elyza. Elyza Lex. Pleasure to be stuck with you, Princess. Who knew I’d become skitzo the first month into the apolalypse.” Elyza shrugged, revving the bike and driving them to who knows where.