The truth was, Lexa had barely opened her eyes by the time everyone who was supposed to be watching her had bolted out the door. Groggily the young woman had rolled off the bed, landing sharply on the floor just as some piece of shrapnel flew overhead.
Her brightly coloured outfit snagged on some broken glass as she crawled forward to stick her head around the door to try to work out who had taken her and why, black blood oozing onto red fabric where the shards had grabbed at her knee and smearing on the floor as she did so.
Outside, someone screamed, a person who looked half out of their mind bolted past the doorway, followed by... a mechanical dog that was seemingly trying to attack it. Lexa pulled herself back behind the cover of the door before either of them had a chance to really notice her and picked the few bits of glass out before deciding she needed to find a weapon, any weapon, since these mountain men or Becca only knew what had clearly taken hers and this place wasn't safe.
Becca.
Lexa froze in the middle of the hallway as she tried to think, to find them but for the first time since the age of fourteen, Leksa kom Trikru was alone in her mind. That simply wasn't possible. She couldn't be alive and the connection to the flame be dead, even if they had stolen the flame from her it would surely kill her... would it not?! Frantically she pulled aside her hair and pressed and poked at the nape of her neck, trying to find the little hard bump under her skin. It had to be there. The scar was still there, a solid line under her tattoo. She still bled black, the slow drip staining the red suit told her that, but it was gone.
She turned back into the room they had had her in, overturning every tray and draw looking for it. It had to be here, it had to be somewhere in this place, in this mountain, in this little hell she had awoken too. It just wasn't possible for it to simply disappear.
If it had, she had failed all her people ever since the first.
Leksa kom Trikru, the visionary, had finally fucked up beyond repair.
Unsatisfied, Lexa moved to the hall again, running room to room and ignoring everyone in her path. She was a mess, a fury of wild hair and a blur of red that ran and jumped even with her bleeding knee. Lexa didn't care if whoever had brought her here didn't like it, she didn't care if she scared the locals. The flame had been the one thing capable of uniting her people and so help her god she would get it back and then get back to Clarke if she had to dig herself out of her with her teeth and nails.
...Clarke. Was Clarke here too? Had they both been taken? She would have to check before she left, if she ever left.
Lexa ran into yet another room, only this time it had more than a lot of suddenly dropped papers or scared people in it. She cursed as a bottle of some bright sticky liquid catapulted itself at her and burst only inches behind her, sending soda and glass bouncing back onto her.
Another rattled ominously in the machine and then burst out, this time aiming dead centre for her, but she jumped it and then moved, kicking over one of the metal tables and shoving it against the front of the machine that continued to fire as she held it in place. She was going to be bruised later. Lexa hopped to her feet yet hopefully before it could sense her weight has gone she ran headlong back into the hall.
Jogging to the next room, her hair sticking to the sweat on her face, sticky liquid mixing with black blood on her clothes and skin just as the machine managed to shift the table back away and another bottle exploded into the hall. She was going to have to make a weapon if she didn't find one soon.
Commander Lexa ☣ The 100
Her brightly coloured outfit snagged on some broken glass as she crawled forward to stick her head around the door to try to work out who had taken her and why, black blood oozing onto red fabric where the shards had grabbed at her knee and smearing on the floor as she did so.
Outside, someone screamed, a person who looked half out of their mind bolted past the doorway, followed by... a mechanical dog that was seemingly trying to attack it. Lexa pulled herself back behind the cover of the door before either of them had a chance to really notice her and picked the few bits of glass out before deciding she needed to find a weapon, any weapon, since these mountain men or Becca only knew what had clearly taken hers and this place wasn't safe.
Becca.
Lexa froze in the middle of the hallway as she tried to think, to find them but for the first time since the age of fourteen, Leksa kom Trikru was alone in her mind. That simply wasn't possible. She couldn't be alive and the connection to the flame be dead, even if they had stolen the flame from her it would surely kill her... would it not?! Frantically she pulled aside her hair and pressed and poked at the nape of her neck, trying to find the little hard bump under her skin. It had to be there. The scar was still there, a solid line under her tattoo. She still bled black, the slow drip staining the red suit told her that, but it was gone.
She turned back into the room they had had her in, overturning every tray and draw looking for it. It had to be here, it had to be somewhere in this place, in this mountain, in this little hell she had awoken too. It just wasn't possible for it to simply disappear.
If it had, she had failed all her people ever since the first.
Leksa kom Trikru, the visionary, had finally fucked up beyond repair.
Unsatisfied, Lexa moved to the hall again, running room to room and ignoring everyone in her path. She was a mess, a fury of wild hair and a blur of red that ran and jumped even with her bleeding knee. Lexa didn't care if whoever had brought her here didn't like it, she didn't care if she scared the locals. The flame had been the one thing capable of uniting her people and so help her god she would get it back and then get back to Clarke if she had to dig herself out of her with her teeth and nails.
...Clarke. Was Clarke here too? Had they both been taken? She would have to check before she left, if she ever left.
Lexa ran into yet another room, only this time it had more than a lot of suddenly dropped papers or scared people in it. She cursed as a bottle of some bright sticky liquid catapulted itself at her and burst only inches behind her, sending soda and glass bouncing back onto her.
Another rattled ominously in the machine and then burst out, this time aiming dead centre for her, but she jumped it and then moved, kicking over one of the metal tables and shoving it against the front of the machine that continued to fire as she held it in place. She was going to be bruised later. Lexa hopped to her feet yet hopefully before it could sense her weight has gone she ran headlong back into the hall.
Jogging to the next room, her hair sticking to the sweat on her face, sticky liquid mixing with black blood on her clothes and skin just as the machine managed to shift the table back away and another bottle exploded into the hall. She was going to have to make a weapon if she didn't find one soon.
Some welcoming party.