Wanheda
“Clarke! Wake up.” She heard a voice say. It was feminine and familiar, but it wasn’t the one she needed.
“Clarke, you must rise.” A deeper voice said. A hatred rose and burned at that voice.
“Lexa…” Clarke mumble, not opening her eyes.
“She’s gone Clarke… She’s gone but we still need you. Please wake up. Open your eyes.” The female voice pleaded softly. Clarke shook her head and let herself fade back into the darkness, blue eyes stayed closed.
Blue eyes opened again and Clarke found herself sitting by a fire.
“Elyza?” She asked hesitantly.
“Right here Princess.” Elyza replied with her voice. Clarke felt relieved. Elyza felt the relief her renewed presence gave Clarke. If she was honest, Clarke’s presence comforted her too.
“So where’d you go? You were here and then you were gone. You ok?” Elyza asked, feeling the discomfort her companion felt.
“Things are complicated… I don’t even know how I’m here…” Clarke muttered. Elyza nodded, keeping her ears sharp for any sign of the undead.
“You don’t seem like you’re from here Clarke. Fells like you’ve seen a different kind of hell.” Elyza noted. She felt a nudge in her psyche which she assumed to be a nod.
“Wanna talk about it love? I’m all ears.” Elyza suggested. She wasn’t going to push, she knew she hated when people prodded her. She felt Clarke hesitate and waited.
“I just watched the one I love die… She died the death meant for me… Everyone I love dies… They die because of me… I KILL THEM. I killed her…” Clarke sniffled. Elyza felt tears roll down her cheeks but knew they weren’t hers. She wished she could hug the voice, but instead settled for pulling her knees tight to her chest and hugging them in hopes that Clarke would understand the gesture.
“Is that who you’re looking for?” Elyza asked softly. She felt another nudge and again took it as a nod. She rubbed her thumb across her knees softly and from the way she felt Clarke relax, knew the voice understood.
“Why do you think she’ll be here? Didn’t you say she died?” Elyza continued. She felt the voice bristle.
“Easy… Easy. I’m sorry, that came out a tad rougher than intended.” Elyza quickly amended.
“She always said that death wasn’t the end… And I’m here… Maybe she is too… She has to be…” Clarke tried to explain. Elyza could feel the desperation in her tone.
“Are you dead too?” Elyza wondered. She felt a shake this time. Elyza sighed.
“Ok. I’ll help. But I should probably tell you what’s up here.” Elyza decided. She felt a nod.
“Two words, Zombie Apocalypse.” She felt a swirl of confusion from Clarke.
“Mine was a nuclear apocalypse… My people survived in space… She was the leader of hers on the ground… I don’t know how they survived the radiation…” Clarke admitted softly.
“Oh kid… It’ll be ok. We’ll find her. I’ll keep us alive. But right now, I’m going to sleep. We’ll be safe here for tonight.” Elyza told her. She felt a nod and laid down, keeping at least one of her guns within her reach.
“Clarke, you have to get up! This is bad! Ontari’s the Commander now… She… Aden…” A frantic voice tried to explain.
“Then let me die. Just let her kill me. Wanheda no mou.” Clarke mumbled. She heard gasps of shock and felt a stinging slap hit her cheeks.
“Clarke!” She heard a halfhearted protest.
“Just leave her. Until her spirit sets again, there is little point. She has to decide to stay. Until then, all we can do is hope that she’ll keep coming back.” The voice that angered her spoke again.
“THIS IS YOUR FAULT! If you hadn’t killed Lexa, Clarke would be fine! And Ontari wouldn’t be the commander! YOU did THIS!” Clarke heard the female voice roar angrily. Lexa was gone. Lexa was dead. Those beautiful green eyes would never look upon her so fondly again. That soft voice she had only for Clarke was gone too. As too was her Commander voice. Lexa was gone, and Clarke didn’t want to be here without her, so she stopped.
Elyza was driving her bike when she felt Clarke return.
“Hey there. Everything ok? You disappeared again…” Elyza asked, concerned.
“They want me to come back… I don’t want to exist without her… I can’t…” Clarke whispered, making herself small. Elyza nodded.
“I just want to kill something!” Clarke roared from the back of their shared mind. Elyza couldn’t help but grin.
“Don’t worry Princess, I think I’ve got just the thing.” Elyza promised. She led them to a place she’d kept for reasons like this. Truth be told, Elyza herself was prone to temper tantrums and out bursts of rage, which in this kind of world were pretty justified. So just in case, she kept a few zombie traps around. They were places where she had complete control of the situation for once.
“Here we are.” Elyza told her, standing above an ally way where about twenty zombies wandered aimlessly, crashing into each other, and the walls. They’d easily found their way in, only to find it harder to get back out.
“What is this?” Clarke asked confused.
“Z trap. It’s nice to be able to blow off steam and get rid of some of them at the same time.” Elyza shrugged.
“Got any knives? I’d rather not waste your ammunition.” Clarke asked. Elyza grinned, pulling two daggers from her boots.
“Here you go, Princess. You can take the reins for a bit, but if I think we’re in danger I’m taking it back.” Elyza told her, letting go so Clarke could control her body. Clarke’s hands shook around the handles of the knives. She honestly preferred guns but after Lexa’s death she refused to pick one up ever again. She’d stick to knives and blades like Lexa had. She tightened her grip and dove into the pit. Clarke had hated killing, it had scarred her inside. But that gentle Clarke had died with Lexa. That Clarke had died with the gentle love in Lexa’s eyes. She had gone when there would no longer be soft touches and loving words from the mighty Commander she’d loved.
‘I don’t want the next Commander! I want you! Please… I want you…’
‘Don’t be afraid Klark…’ Clarke sobbed and cursed and hurt as she cut the bodies around her down in a blur. In the back of their consciousness, Elyza felt everything as Clarke did and relived the memory of Lexa’s death as Clarke cut down the undead. She could feel her heart breaking as she slowly began to understand what Clarke felt.
Clarke stood still, bent over with her hands on her knees, still holding tight the blood spattered blades. Death surrounded her, but this time was easier to deal with. She heard movement from behind her and cursed. She was sure she’d gotten them all as she spun around, blades at the ready. Her knife ended up at the throat of a body and only Elyza’s quick reaction kept her from slitting its throat. This body was very much alive. Painfully familiar green eyes met widened blue, both pairs full of confusion. Clarke felt her knee’s weaken and heard the knives fall and clatter against the hard ground. She felt warm arms and a soft breath on her neck as the world went black.
“Lexa…?”