Rook {B.B} (3)

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Nevermore (11,5)

Seeing as Tyra was the only one capable of staying in the room with a chipped Raven without angering ALIE, they left her behind on her spot on the chair. But just so she wouldn't be alone in case ALIE's followers came in from behind, Clarke offered to stay with her as well.

"Clarke, did Aden win the conclave?" Clarke had nearly forgotten Tyra didn't know of the happenings of Polis, she did like to keep the day Lexa died and what happened afterwards buried deep in her mind anyway.

She shook her head sadly, Tyra slowly nodding while blinking rapidly once more. She had been crying much more recently, and she hated every ounce of water that spilled out from her eyes.

"Who won? Was it Rahel? Zeph? Ericka? Silvio?" Clarke shook her head once more, almost dreading giving Tyra the news.

"All of Lexa's conclave is dead, killed in their sleep by Ontari."

"Nia's Natblida?" Clarke nodded. "And Titus allowed this? She wasn't trained in the conclave, not even close, she had an unfair advantage. Not to mention, she's Azgeda."

"He didn't want her as Commander, that's why he gave me the flame. So I'd go and find the only other remaining Natblida, Luna,"

Tyra had nearly forgotten about Luna, the one who escaped from the conclave just to be branded a traitor once she couldn't be killed, just what Tyra didn't want to become by avoiding the conclave altogether.

If they managed to convince Luna to rule, Tyra didn't doubt she'd be a great Commander, and Tyra herself wouldn't have to expose her blood status. It was a win for all of them.

"I didn't know Lexa and you were sisters." Tyra shrugged, playing with the loosened strings of her arm wrappings that she still had yet to clean.

"Not by birth."

"Everyone, let's go." Before Clarke and Tyra could continue their conversation about whatever Clarke wished to reminisce about Lexa. They heard a sudden commotion numerous pairs of feet rushing towards their room.

"We're all set. All we have to do is connect her and activate the electromagnet," While Sinclair began to set up at the foot of the bed with his machinery that would allegedly save Raven, the rest began to position themselves all the chip infested woman from every angle.

By some sort of miraculous choice, Tyra had ended up yet again over Raven's body, directly facing not only her as she grasped her shoulders, but also Loukas behind the headboard of the bed, helping her hold Raven down.

"Loukas-"

"Later."  The siblings shared a nod, agreeing they would talk about it all later. Just in time, seeing as Raven had begun to struggle once more, managing to free her arm for just long enough to punch Monty in the face before Tyra pressed it against the headboard for someone to hold it once more.

"Hold her arm still."

"Raven!"

"Hold it still. Raven-" Raven screamed under Tyra, jerking around wildly to try to free herself, almost hitting Tyra in the back with her knees yet again.

Only Tyra had learned from the already forming bruises on her back from before, and she had sat up further on her stomach, so she'd be just out of reach of her deadly kneecaps.

"Raven, stop."

"Raven, stop it. Stop it." Raven obeyed for just a mere second before she began to bang herself violently against the headboard.

Tyra reached out to grab her head, pulling it forward towards her chest, but Raven had more strength in her than ever before, and she managed to head-butt Tyra just to begin banging against the headboard once more.