*Disclaimers* I do not own the 100 or it's characters. The plot and dialogue are my own.

Prologue:

Clarke's head hangs low, her chin almost touching her chest with her hands shackled too tightly above her head as she hangs from the ceiling. They had left her alone after their last session failed to extract information from her about the Commander and the Twelve Clans' war strategies. Her head was pounding and her whole body burned and screamed in agony from the beatings and shock lashings she endured throughout the past four days. She wondered if her mom and friends were still alive or if they had been killed because of their loyalty to her.

She was just glad Octavia made it out when Bellamy had handcuffed Clarke and dragged her to Pike. Clarke had seen Octavia round the corner but shook her head at the young warrior, telling her to leave. Hesitating the brunette nodded and quickly left to escape and get word to Lexa. She still couldn't believe that Bellamy had done this to her. Following Pike around like a lapdog and doing as ordered without hesitating. Even when Pike told him to start her interrogation he just nodded and began beating her with the baton.

He even looked Clarke in the eyes without remorse or regret as he hit her over and over again. That was probably more painful than the actual hits. Her close friend and co-leader who was her rock, hurting her and not giving a shit after everything they had been through. Blaming her for his pain and the deaths of their friends instead of being mature and admitting to his sins like Clarke had come to terms with her own.

The airlock door suddenly opens and Pike struts in with Bellamy right behind him. Pike smirks when Clarke raises her head and stares back defiantly, keeping her face blank as she silently thanks Lexa for the lessons. Pike motions to Bellamy and he immediately walks towards her a knife in hand. Clarke focuses on Bellamy's face trying to see any remaining part of the guy who cared for the delinquents and helped her lead but all she saw was a man hell bent on revenge with dead eyes. He suddenly lashes out, leaving a shallow but long cut across her stomach. Clarke clenches her jaw but makes no sound much to Pike's displeasure. His face immediately contorts in anger making Clarke smirk and keep smirking even when Bellamy cuts her again.

"Last chance Clarke. Tell us what the Commander and those savages are planning, and we will let you live." Clarke raises an eyebrow and speaks for the first time since the torture began.

"Go float yourself." Pike snarls and pushes Bellamy out of the way to punch Clarke in the face. Her head whips to the side but she just smiles and stares him in the eye without an ounce of fear. Pike seems unsettled by this but covers it up seconds later, but Clarke catches it and smirks dangerously. Pike motions for Bellamy to continue and he steps forward, stabbing her in the side. Clarke clenches her jaw so hard she hears a pop and is pretty sure she broke a tooth, but doesn't care as long as she doesn't give them the satisfaction of screaming. Clarke sucks in deep breaths before looking straight at Pike.

"Just remember Pike. You may be Chancellor and think your safe in these walls of metal but you made the mistake of imprisoning Wanheda." Pike looks confused and turns to Bellamy.

That is all the time she needs to pull herself up using the chains and raising her knees to her chest before kicking out with all of her strength, smacking Pike in the head with the heels of her boots. Pike drops unconscious and Bellamy is staring at her wide-eyed before snapping out of his shock and rushing her with the knife. She quickly pulls up again and swings her right leg kicking Bellamy's wrist hard making him cry out and drop the knife in pain and by the sounds of it, she's positive his wrist is broken.

She yanks hard using all of her body weight and the chains snap out of ceiling much to her relief especially after she had yanked on it for hours in hopes it would break when they had left her alone in the cell. Her wrist were a bloody mess and she's surprised her hands hadn't been cut off with all the strain she put on her wrists and how tight the cuffs were.

She lands unsteadily on her feet but manages to stay upright but it doesn't last long because Bellamy is tackling her right after and they both go crashing to the ground, Bellamy landing on top of her causing her to cry out in pain when her head hits the metal floor and her already broken ribs are shoved into her and the stab wound rips further due to Bellamy's weight. Her vision wavers as the pain consumes her and Bellamy starts wailing on her face.

Clarke swallows back her cries and ignoring the agony she is feeling she quickly shoves her arms up to protect her face making Bellamy hit the metal of the cuffs and he cries out when his broken hand hits them. Clarke uses the distraction to bring her knee up as hard as she can and hit Bellamy in the groin. His reaction is instant and he falls still with his face full of pain giving her the chance to shove him off of her. She quickly scoops up the shock baton as she races to the door but doesn't reach it. Bellamy grabs her by the hair and yanks her off of her feet and she lands on her back hard knocking the breath out of her, the fall echoing off of the walls. Bellamy is on top of her again but instead of hitting her he grabs her throat as she tries to catch her breath.

"This is all of your fault Clarke! Why did you trust the Grounders! I told you from the beginning they were savages and look what happens! They betray us and make us commit genocide! Everyone dies when you make decisions. I think it's time you stopped making them completely." His grip tightens with every sentence and she struggles to get loose but fails as the shock baton is too far to reach while her vision starts fading and her lungs burn harshly. Clarke looks up at the ceiling, accepting she is going to die but sees a flicker of movement in the vent just before a crash is heard and Bellamy's weight is gone completely.

Clarke sucks in shallow breaths but doesn't seem to be able to get enough air. She can hear fighting but is too weak to move her head. She can feel her body starting to shut down while she tries to breathe but something is blocking her airway. Someone moves in front of her face and she can tell they are yelling but her vision is to hazy for her to determine who they are.

There is blood pounding in her ears making it difficult to hear the person. Clarke feels her body being lifted and pain erupts everywhere but she can't voice her pain as the person runs, jostling her the whole way to their destination. They come to a halt and suddenly multiple hands are on her and causing her pain but even still she can't catch her breath to cry out. When someone places her on something hard and presses down on her stab wound that's when everything goes black.