Okay so, I'm not sure how this is gonna be received. Let me know at the end what you think cause I've got a ton of ideas of where to go with this, and I really hope y'all like it.

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So, without further ado, here's the first chapter of Once More

Her first thought after the thunderous bark of Cage's gun being discharged was fuck. That's it.

With the adrenaline coursing through her, still high off of the surging energy, she didn't feel the bullet tear through her organs like she should have. Not instantaneously, anyway.

Clarke managed to take the few steps between her and the only remaining survivor from the mountain and drove her sword through his gut. She wrenched the blade clockwise when the hilt found resistance against his stomach and another shot rang out into the dead of the night. Clarke stood and looked into his eyes and felt a sick sense of glee fill her as she saw the clear-as-day pain being broadcasted through them, even in the dark. She pulled the blade from the temporary sheath that was his body and watched as Cage doubled over, falling to his knees in front of her. She gave him a tight, humourless smile as she looked down at him, watching as blood spilled from his lips.

He looked up at her then and she watched for the last few seconds as the life left his eyes and his body fell sideways with the dead weight.

Clarke dropped the sword in her hand.

It was done.

She fell then, too. Eyes screwing shut as she felt the waves of pain begin to course through her body. She brought a hand to her stomach, pressing against it before looking beneath her. Just seeing the blood soaking her clothes and the ground below, she realized that it would be a futile attempt to stop the bleeding. She had already lost too much.

That was alright though, she thought. She had saved her people, gotten them out of the mountain. The people she loved were safe. Her people.

All of their people. They could all go on with their lives.

Though Lexa had left before the battle, and Clarke had tried to avoid thinking of the brunette during her reckless trek into the mountain, she couldn't stop her thoughts from going there now. And now that she was dying, Clarke decided that filtering her thoughts and only allowing herself to entertain specific ones was pointless. She let herself think of Lexa and of what they could have had, despite her betrayal. Clarke thought that maybe, probably, in time, she could have come to terms with what the grounder Commander had done.

She would never forget her actions, and they would always be there, lingering in the background. But to forgive was not to forget. And Clarke could not hold a grudge against her for regaining her people without sustaining any casualties. Especially not after what she had sacrificed in Ton DC.

Clarke smiled as she fell the rest of the way to the ground, her breathing ragged now as her blood was disappearing from her body faster than it could be produced and she was running out. But still she smiled.

Lexa was safe. Her mom was safe. Raven and Bellamy and Octavia and Jasper and Monty were safe.

God, Jasper. He would never forgive her. But Clarke understood that too. Irradiating the level... That decision was hers and hers to bear alone, despite what Bellamy had done, trying to alleviate her choice, taking half of it onto his shoulders. If she could talk to Jasper now, her only words would be to ask him to forgive Monty who would never do anything to hurt his friend if there was anything else that could be done.

Clarke closed her eyes, but not before taking one last look at Cage and staring into his lifeless, glazed-over ones. With a whispered, "oso gonplei ste odon," Clarke took her last breath and let it out, feeling the pain give way to nothingness.

That didn't last long, though. Before the blonde knew it, she was bolting upright in a hard cot, her hands furiously grasping at the sheets and pulling them down, moving to feel around her abdomen for the ghost pain of bullet wounds that were no longer there.
Her breathing came in ragged gasps as Clarke took in her cell on the Ark, eyes wide as she couldn't believe anything she was seeing.

She hurried from the cot that was bolted to the wall and walked around the perimeter of the room, feeling the walls, letting her fingers trail over charcoal drawings and watched unbelievingly as she pulled them back with the same substance coating the tips, outlining the patterns of her skin.

On an impulse, she made a fist, drew back and threw a hard punch, no holds barred, against the wall. Her eyes shot wide open again as the pain jolted up her arm and she drew back to cradle her hand. A knock sounded at her door and her head whipped around to stare at it as if she could see through the metal.

"What's going on in there, 319?"

Right, I know it's short, but I just want to judge what you guys think. Please let me know, reviews are always welcome. PMs too if you don't want a review read by others.

Have a good day, guys.

-Bad Wolf