I'll be the Bad Guy

Chapter 43: Destroyer of Man

^the video above is basically the scene I wrote below but there's no Roan and they're not in Polis but the rest is the same :)

Clarke's POV-

Blindfolded and gagged, the only sounds I hear are people whispering around me and my heartbeat pumping rapidly in my chest. I can feel a dozen eyes burning into my dirty, bloody skin as I suddenly feel exceedingly aware of my appearance.

"I told you to bring her to me unharmed." A chilling voice echoes the now silent tent. In that moment, I feel as my breath gets caught in my throat and a rage becomes lit again in my chest. The voice is powerful and commanding, yet young and feminine.

"She did not come easy, Heda." A warrior's voice responds timidly.

"I'd expect not." The Commander answers in a slightly calmer tone. I could feel her eyes on me.

A pair of footsteps approaches me as the Commander's voice becomes closer and clearer.

When I finally allow my body to relax and slow my heartrate I feel the electricity of fingers against my face, peeling my blindfold off gently. The darkness that had previously surrounded my vision immediately becomes immersed in the light of flames, dancing across my now exposed face.

I squint my eyes to adjust, narrowing my vision as the Commander steps in front of my line of sight. The black warpaint, the decadently braided back hair, the glowing green eyes, and the piercing stare that would make warriors divert their gaze. Lexa stands only inches from my face to gently remove my gag now, directing her vision away from my eye contact.

When she pulls my gag down, I take no hesitation before spitting in her face, not able to conceal my built-up anger.

"You bitch!!!" I scream in her face as she wipes the spit from her face, stepping backwards. Only now I realize that there are almost 12 other people present in the tent with me. I recognize only Anya as she reaches for her sword and steps closer to me in response to my actions.

"YOU WANTED THE COMMANDER OF DEATH?!! WELL, YOU GOT HER!!!" I scream as warriors pull me out of the tent, gagging me again as I kick and scream. The last thing I see is Lexa taking a deep breath to regain her composure before ordering warriors in Trigedaslang.

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Anya's POV-

Upset, I march out of the throne room after Clarke and diverge towards my tent for the night.

I count down the seconds until I can rip my heavy armor off my body and be alone finally. Over the past weeks I could feel the growing feeling of distain building inside of me.

I rip aside my tent flap and march inside only to be immediately frozen in space.

"Raven?" I question, wondering if I was seeing things.

"Hi." The girl whispers, standing uncomfortably next to my bed. We stand a rooms length apart and hold eye contact as if we were trying desperately to recreate a picture of each other lost in time.

I try to speak, but stumble of my words.

"Why are you here?" I manage to ask softly.

"I wanted to see you..." She whispers back.

"I'm here." I smile.

"You're here." She repeats back, lightly laughing.

We slowly walk towards each other as if we would be ripped apart at any given second, unsure if this was real.

We finally meet in the center of my tent, and I refrain from reaching out to touch her, not knowing if I should.

She holds my intense eye contact gazing up at me before slowly lowering her eyes towards my lips. I smile to myself and in confidence, I clasp her chin in my hand, connecting our lips together softly.