Rook {B.B} (3)

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Nevermore (11,3)

"Stop her." Clarke and Bellamy quickly ran to hold Raven's right arm to the bedpost, Loukas going to the left, while Tyra jumped on the bed once more to hold her struggling torso to the bed.

"Jasper, get that side." Jasper obeyed Bellamy's orders and went to help Loukas on Raven's left side, the woman in question beginning to struggle even more while she tried to knee Tyra off, but she expertly avoided the hits.

"She's reopened her wounds."

"Get away from me. Get away from me." Raven pushed against Tyra, nearly head-butting her, before the warrior pressed her forearm over her collarbone and pushed her palm into Raven's forehead to hold her head back.

"She's gonna bleed to death. I need bandages."

"I got her. Loukas, take over." Bellamy switched positions, so he was in Clarke's spot instead, so she could go and retrieve some bandages, meanwhile Loukas left Jasper on his own on Raven's left to take over Bellamy's spot and help Tyra hold Raven down by the shoulders.

"Bellamy, take her wrists. Loukas push harder." They both respective obeyed, Loukas practically on the tips of his toes as he sank Raven into the mattress below to make Tyra's job of constantly being kneed in the back slightly easier.

Clarke pressed her leg against Raven's dislocated shoulder, pulling on her arm to try to return her shoulder to its socket, but with how much Raven was struggling, she couldn't find an adequate position to do so.

"Raven, stop fighting us."

"ALIE. ALIE. ALIE!" Raven momentarily stopped fighting, her blank stare fitting into Jasper's face as he gulped in fear.

"I know you can hear us. Why are you doing this to her? Let her go."

"I'll let her go when you give me what I want," Raven turned her head almost robotically to look at Clarke, her blank face being more terrifying than her full of rage one. Tyra had begun to see why she used to scare people as much as she had whenever she had sent a blank look at any of them.

"The technology that Clarke carries, it belongs to me." Simultaneously, Clarke and Tyra scoffed at once.

"No way." Raven's eyes barely got to focus on Tyra before she yanked her body upward by the straps of her top, the warrior glaring straight at her void eyes.

"Over my dead body are you taking that. You hear me?" As if a switch had been flipped in Raven's brain, rage suddenly overcame her features as she surged forward to hit Tyra's forehead, sending the warrior stumbling back on the bed while she began kicking and screaming once more.

"Tyra! Are you okay?" She waved Bellamy off, avoiding Raven's knees as she crawled up her body once more to press down on her collarbone once more, only the second time around Tyra didn't bother with being gentle and straight up dug her nails into Raven's skin.

"Clarke, just give it to her. Clarke!" Jasper begged desperately as he saw more of Raven's blood pour down her arms. He wanted to save his friend, but Tyra had meant her words. She would rather die than watch ALIE in Raven's body take Lexa's spirit away.

The last piece of her that remained, which Tyra would make sure personally it reached the base of the neck of the next worthy Commander.

"If you let Raven die, you'll never get it," Raven stared over Tyra's shoulder, as if she had seen something along the wall before she finally stopped struggling.

Her blank stare watched the indents of the wall, while the ones around her gave each other confused looks at her sudden lenience. But Clarke wasn't about to waste the opportunity given.