Together

Clarke:

She blinked her eyes open.

Her head was pounding and she had no idea where she was.

'Bellamy?'

It was dark and the ground was hard and cold beneath her. A barred door was in front of her, a dingy corridor on the other side.

There was a small hole in the ceiling and through it, she could see the night sky.

She was completely alone.

'Bellamy?' she said again, raising her voice a little this time.

She remembered last night, and waking up in Bellamy's arms. He'd gone outside and this man in a mask had charged into the house.

She'd tried to run but he'd slammed her head against the kitchen counter.

She lifted a hand to her head, feeling the bump and dried blood.

She remembered staggering over to the living room, and clutching onto the coffee table as her legs gave way.

The man had dragged her back by her legs and punched her hard in the jaw. After that she couldn't remember anything.

Clarke tried to stand, realising her ankles were chained to the wall.

It was dark, and she wanted to scream but her voice felt lost. The cell was freezing too. All she had on were pyjama shorts and a vest.

Then, she heard voices in the distance, lots of them. Grounders. What did they want with her? She thought they wanted peace.

'Hello? Is anybody there?'

The sound of echoing footsteps came to her attention as two people approached, one carrying a flaming torch.

A man and a woman...well she was more of a girl really. She couldn't have been much older than Clarke.

She was wearing what looked like battle gear, a dark green cape hanging from one shoulder. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into braids and she had face paint under her eyes similar to Lincolns.

'Who are you?' Clarke asked, but neither of them offered an answer. 'What do you want? I haven't done anything.'

The girl turned to the man, making a gesture with her head, 'Titus...'

The man - Titus - looked frustrated. 'But Commander she is the enemy.'

The girl continued to glare at him and he sighed, dipping a hand into his pocket and bringing out a flask.

He threw it into the cell and it skidded accross the floor to Clarke's feet. She ignored it, focusing on the girl. 'You're the commander?'

The commander simply nodded to the flask and said, 'Drink.'

Clarke didn't move, refusing to break eye contact with her. 'Why am I here? Lincoln told us that you wanted peace.'

'You broke our agreement when you murdered one of our own.' The commander said coldly.

'I don't know what you're talking about. We didn't kill anyone, there's been a mistake.'

'There is no mistake.' Titus spat, moving closer to the bars. 'The man was killed with a skaikru weapon and there were witnesses.'

'I swear I have no idea what you're talking about. Please, let me go. We can talk this whole thing out.'

'Blood must have blood' Titus said thickly.

Clarke turned to the commander again, helpless. For a second, she looked almost doubtful, but her expression quickly became stern once more. 'It is our way.' she said, 'Death by a thousand cuts. Until all your blood has been spilled. We ride to your camp in the morning so that everyone can see.'