It's Such a Shame For Us to Part

Chapter 4

It all happened in a heartbeat. So fast that Clarke couldn't even believed what happened. One second, she was running, Madi right by her side, and the other second the young girl was screaming and a man was holding her, a gun on her temple.

Clarke had her own gun aimed at the guard. Her gaze shifted between him and Madi, who was shaking. Clarke was calculating, weighing her options, wondering where to shoot so the bullet wouldn't hit Madi. No places seemed right. She had a flashback of when this situation happened with Lincoln, so many years ago. This time, things were quite different though. She couldn't hurt Madi and the man knew it. He knew he had her. She then heard footsteps behind her and just like that, she didn't really have any options anymore.

"Lower your gun, now," said a woman.
"Let her go," Clarke snapped back.
"We won't do any harm to her if you give us the gun right now."

Clarke hesitated. What would they do if they had their gun? She then clearly wouldn't have any chance to save Madi and herself. But the guard holds on Madi a bit tighter and she seemed to be afraid. Without a second thought, ignoring the voices shouting in her head that this was stupid, Clarke puts the gun on the ground and tossed it to the man who finally let Madi go and pushed her in Clarke's arms.

"Madi, are you okay?" she asked, looking down at her. Madi was shaking and a single tear fell from her eye, but otherwise, she was alright.

The man took the gun and handed it to another man who came out from behind a tree. Clarke finally realized how many of them were there. She could see about ten guns aimed toward them and she guessed that there were more of them, hiding. Waiting for a signal.

The woman who had spoken got into view and Clarke got a better look at her. Black hairs, dark eyes, tan and tall. She was much older than Clarke, in her fifties, and had that look on her face that Clarke didn't like. A look that seemed to say; "Ah! Gotcha!"

"Get on the ground," she said, voice firm.
"Clarke -," Madi started but didn't finish when she saw Clarke reluctantly bending and staying on her knees, hands in the air.
"Do what they say, please," Clarke whispered. They didn't have a choice. They had guns and were outnumbered. And Clarke would do anything to make sure Madi was safe, even when she wanted to fight. If she had to do every single thing they asked her to do to keep her safe, she would. Without any doubts, any hesitation. She would die before letting them do something to her.

Madi seemed unsure, but finally did the same. They really couldn't do anything else. Two men – one blond and one with brown hair – came and forces them completely on the ground, their faces pressed against the hard and dirty ground. Madi pushed a sound when the brunette who was tying her wrists tied them too tight and Clarke started twisting under the weight of Blondie and shouting.

"Hey, leave her alone! Don't hurt her, you asshole!"
"Shut up," said the blond one in Clarke's ear. She didn't love how he was touching her, his hands resting a bit longer than what was needed, kinda feeling her up. Clarke moved against him, trying to make him go away. He laughs, but thankfully didn't try anything else. Fortunately, the other one was not doing it to Madi or God knows what Clarke would have done.

The men pulled them up on their feet, their hands tied in their back and dirt on their faces. Clarke looked at the woman with pure hate in the eyes as she came close to them, eyeing the girls.

"Hmm... If you only knew how long we've been looking out for you," she then turned to the first guard, "Let's bring them to Gellert. We've got the newcomers to take care of, too."

The newcomers. Bellamy!

Clarke's heart was racing. She knew it was Bellamy. It had to be! She saw their ship coming down and this time she was a hundred percent sure it was them.
Like, c'mon, how many other ships could come down now anyway? What was the chance that it was someone she didn't know, again?