I Am The Last Nightblood (the 100)

Disarm

Happy new year! It depends on when your reading this though but I hope you all have a good year! Anyways I have a few warnings for this one; there is a graphic part in this, and there is mentions of blood and cutting someone open or surgical procedures. If these are triggers for you I suggest you skip this. Read at your own risk! Otherwise thank you so much for reading! Enjoy!

"Gaia we need you." Clarke calls. "And everyone else help me flip her on her side."

"What do you need?" Gaia asks.

I help flip Raven on her side and swipe the hair away from the back of her neck, moving the silver chain trying to locate the clasp. My fingers trace over the clasp and unhook it. I pull it and examine the metal charm, looking at the design, relating it to a bird. I set it out of the way. I turn and focus my attention on Gaia, resting against the table, her arms crossed.

"We need you to preform an ascension, but on Raven." Gaia's eyes widen.

"Ba heda, em nona laik natblida, en yu don de Fleimonde-(But Heda, Shes no natblida, and you have the spirit-)"

"I need you to open up her neck, as if you were preforming an ascension." I clarify.

Her body relaxes slightly, but the fear in her eyes is evident. Hesitantly she swipes the bag and digs, setting it down when she finds the ascension kit. She walks to the side of the bed where Raven is, and unravels the worn orange cloth, revealing the metal box and another pouch holding the supplies to preform the ascension. Her hands shake as they grab and unroll the pouch, her fingertips running across the numerous scalpels and devices in front of her. Her fingers wrap around the second biggest scalpel, removing it from the pouch. She turns her attention to Raven, and she watches her briefly. Raven's rise and fall of her chest is light and shallow.

"I.... I can't." Gaia murmurs. "It's a betrayal to the spirit; I can't do it; I'm sorry." She turns towards me, and warily looks, worried.

I nod slowly and inhale, holding my hand out.

"Then I will do it." I speak calmly.

"Verena-" Clarke starts. I quickly flick my hand the same way I would order my army to hold, and she stops speaking.

"Gaia is afraid that she will upset the Commander's." I explain. "So I will do it." I look from Clarke back to Gaia, my hand still held out towards her. Gaia nods slowly and carefully places the handle of the scalpel in my hand, my fingers wrapping around it. I walk to the bedside, and hover the blade above her neck, I look at her one last time before pressing the blade down and slowly dragging down.

Dark red spills from the gash. We all hold our breaths unknowingly. Clarke's eyes narrow and her body slumps enough for me to notice.

Black flows quickly out, and the liquid almost look like it's sparkling. Clarke grabs a rag and places it under the incision, gently pressing down to catch the liquid. I press my fingers against ravens throat, locating her vein. As if someone flipped on a switch, Raven gasps and her eyes flutter open. She promptly winces as she reaches back to her neck.

"Raven be careful." I say softly. Her gaze meets mine and she groans.

"Ow..."

"I never thought I'd be so happy to see someone in pain." Clarke lightly jokes.

Light giggles sound throughout the room, sparking smiles on everyone's faces. Raven sadly smiles, and looks to each one of us, her face switching to worry when her gaze lands on Monty.