A/N: Violence and blood.
Beta: @cos-geek-monkey
Word count: 5,623
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21
As the first rays of sun hit her face Lexa stirred in her messy bed. She blinked a couple of times trying to acclimate to the light seeping into her bedroom. Her head was pounding lightly. Lexa chuckled remembering last night and how much fun she had with Clarke. It was a blessing every day that she spent with that young woman. After wanting the forbidden woman for so long, it seemed that life was finally going to give her a break. Life was finally going to let her stay with the love of her life between the sheets.
Soon, Lexa smiled. She tried to sit up, but everything was a bit fuzzy. She was moving too fast.
This is what happens when you try to keep up with Clarke, Lexa thought. She wasn’t a lightweight when it came to drinking, but Clarke was in a league of her own.
She rolled on the bed groaning, her body was hurting in all the right places, and she reached for her phone to check the expected messages from Clarke.
Lexa slowly sat up against the bed’s headboard pulling the blankets over her naked body to keep warm. She fell asleep last night waiting for Clarke to text when she arrived back to her dorm, so Lexa was going to apologize for not replying.
Checking her lockscreen, she noticed it was bare of any text message, and Lexa frowned. Swiping her finger over the screen, she unlocked her phone to check the message app and noticed that the last text between them was before meeting at the nightclub.
Lexa found it strange that there were no messages. Clarke always sent her one when she reached her dorm. The brunette thought maybe she did something wrong last night, and Clarke was probably mad at her for something. She hadn’t been drunk enough to do something stupid or say anything that might make Clarke feel uncomfortable. Was she?
“Jesus!” Lexa quickly got off the bed almost falling on her ass on the lush carpet. She threw on clean underwear and a t-shirt and rushed to her office while wondering if she did say the wrong thing at the wrong time.
She went inside her office and pulled a book from her bookshelf. It was a special edition hardcover copy of Between the Sheets.
Lexa placed the book on her desk. And when she opened it, the book pages were cut to fit a tiny velvet box in its center.
Lexa let out a deep breath in relief. The box was still there. Thank god she didn’t propose drunk last night. She lifted the lid of the tiny box and saw the golden ring with tiny sapphires in the form of an infinity symbol on top. Inside it was engraved with the word soulmate waiting to be taken out and slid onto Clarke’s ring finger.
The writer closed it and left the book in its hiding place again. Lexa was waiting for the right time to pop the question. She was really eager, but after all the issues they went through, she wanted to make sure to take one step at a time. Patience was going to be her best friend, and she needed it if she hoped to make this relationship everlasting.
She made her way back to her bedroom and sent a message to her girlfriend. Clarke would probably still be asleep since she tended to sleep in on Sundays. Lexa expected a reply when Clarke finally dragged herself out of bed.
Lexa: Hey Clarke, did you arrive ok? I hope you’re not hungover. Call me when you wake up. Love you.
Lexa headed to the kitchen to make herself some breakfast. She walked through the silent hall and made one stop before going downstairs.
She rapped on the door softly. “An? You decent?” Lexa waited for a reply or any groan from her best friend. “Anya? I’m going to prep breakfast; you want something?” Lexa opened the door and peeked inside hoping to see her best friend under the blankets.
The guest bedroom was empty. Lexa walked inside and realized that the bed was still made.
“Anya didn’t come home.”
Lexa was starting to get worried for her almost sister. As moody as Anya can be, she never disappeared like this. Lexa returned to her bedroom to call Gustus to see if Anya stayed with him. Maybe Clarke was right and Anya was having fun in someone else’s bed.
She searched her contact list and called her former colleague.
“Hey Gustus, it’s Lexa Woods. Yes, I’m doing great. Sorry to bother you so early um, I’m trying to locate Anya. Is she there?” Lexa walked into the bathroom as she talked and turned on the shower so the water would get hot. “Oh, so she left after dinner. Right uh, she might have crashed with other friends then. Thanks and take care Gus.” Lexa hung up and texted her chat group.
Lexa: Hey guys, I’m trying to find Anya, is she there with you?
She left the phone on the counter and headed into the shower. She removed her clothes and let the water ease the slight tension she was feeling in her muscles.
The brief shower gave her time to plan her Sunday to make it productive. She knew that Clarke was going to work on her final project today, and there was no way she was going to disrupt her girlfriend’s concentration. That meant she should focus on finding ways to revamp Polis for a new generation of readers.
After Lexa dressed, she checked her phone and noticed the text from Raven.
ZeroGRay: Anya’s not here. Only O crashed w me.
Lexa sighed in frustration and raked her long fingers through her wet hair. Next she grabbed the comb and fixed her hair quickly leaving the wild curls loose to let them dry naturally.
Lexa: Ok, I’m going to call Costia to see if Anya talked to her or something.
ZeroGRay: k, if you hear from her lemme know. Anya is a sad bean atm so maybe we should do something today to cheer her up.
Pocahontas: I say aye if you come back to bed Reyes.
ZeroGRay: miss my sexiness already?
Lexa: ok no need to read the details, just let me know if Anya calls.
ZeroGRay: gotcha!
Next, Lexa looked for Costia’s phone number and called as she headed to the kitchen and made herself a cup of tea.
“Morning Costia. I’m good.” Lexa put the kettle on the stove. “I uh, I’m calling to see if Anya contacted you. She didn’t return last night, and I’m worried about her.” Lexa took a seat on a stool and waited. “I’ve already called Gustus, and Raven confirmed that she wasn’t there either, just Octavia.” The kettle whistled, and Lexa poured the water in a cup and added a teabag letting it simmer for a minute.
“No?” Lexa face-palmed, this was not what she wanted to hear. Anya was supposedly done with her drunken nights. She promised she was going to be better, and Lexa believed her. “I understand. Look, if you hear from her let me know please. Thanks Cos.” Lexa put the phone down and hid her face behind her hands.
She drank her cup of tea trying to think of a place where Anya could have gone. According to Gustus, Anya left the restaurant around 9 pm. She came back to the apartment with Clarke around 10 pm, and the blonde stayed for about an hour before going back to campus. Anya should have been home by midnight at the latest even if she went to drinking to forget. But Anya was serious when she promised Lexa she wasn’t going to be drinking heavily again to ease her heart.
She decided to call Clarke since there was still no response from her girlfriend. Looking at the time, Lexa thought surely she would be awake by now. Lexa punched her number and hoped to hear her sleepy groggy voice. Instead the call went straight to voicemail.
This time Lexa called Raven, a couple of beeps and Raven answered. By her voice, she could tell that there was something going with Octavia. “Sorry to interrupt whatever it is you’re doing, Raven. Have you heard from Clarke? She didn’t text me last night, and I just called and her phone must need to be charged. It goes straight to voicemail. Anya’s phone is apparently dead too. Oh, right let me check.”
Lexa practically ran into her office to try to trace her friend’s phone with the GPS. She booted her laptop and quickly scanned for Anya’s phone.
“Disconnected?” Lexa started to feel uneasy. “It’s nowhere to be seen Raven.”
Lexa started to pace in her office, her heart was beating with concern, and the dread that something was wrong was starting to seep in her bones.
“Yes, she left as usual to take a cab. I fell asleep waiting for her text, but today there was none.” She was getting anxious, and the best thing she could do was go check if Clarke was okay. Maybe she fell and hurt herself getting home since both had been drinking, and Clarke could have been way drunker than she looked. Lexa quickly looked for her car keys. “No, don’t worry, just keep trying to reach either of them and call me. I’m going to head to the university now to see if she’s okay.”
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Her head was spinning wildly, and her back was killing her. She was groggy, and her body felt heavy. Clarke tried to peel her eyes open, but she felt as if she had been hit with a baseball bat.
And that is when she remembered the events from last night. She was heading onto the main street to hail a cab to take her back to college since she knew she was in no condition to drive. Neither was her girlfriend who already made a big effort driving them safely from the club to her condo.
The man who snatched her injected her with something and knocked her out.
Clarke started to panic and realized she was gagged with a burlap sack over her head and her hands and feet were tied.
She was laying on a hard surface, probably a floor somewhere. She didn’t feel any movement so at least she wasn’t inside the trunk of a car or in a van like in those abduction movies. She tried to sit up straight, grunting as she made the effort to propel her body up. All of the sudden she heard voices nearby. She sat still and tried to listen.
“No, we wait for her orders!”
“We should kill that bitch, she fucking ripped my ear!” Another man spat in anger.
“Just put her back in the room!”
Clarke recognized the voice of the man who took her.
She heard sounds and a door clicked. Someone else was there and was growling and giving those bastards hell.
“Ow, motherfucker!” A man complained.
A hit and then a thump was heard. Clarke panicked and tried to scream but it was in vain.
“The princess is up, boss.”
One, two, three heavy steps and the sack was removed, Clarke shut her eyes to keep the light at bay. Once her eyes adjusted, she blinked to see the man who captured her.
“The hero of TonDC High.” The man mocked and pulled off the gag. “I hope you behave. We don’t want to hurt you unless it is strictly necessary. Like your friend here.”
Clarke turned her sight to her right, and that’s when she noticed a bloodied Anya breathing heavily, her body curled up into a ball.
“Fuck you Emerson!” Anya spit blood on his boot.
Clarke’s eyes went wide. Of course she had seen this man before. This bastard was supposed to be in prison. Bellamy had arrested him, and she saw it in the news. That’s why his face had been familiar.
“Emerson? You fucking bastard! You hurt Raven and Lexa!” Clarke tried to stand up as much as she could considering the restraints. Filled with rage, she tackled the man.
Anya stood up stumbling. “Don’t you dare touch her!”
“Take this bitch off me!” Emerson growled, and two more men pulled Clarke away, who was struggling to get away from her captors and kick the living shit of the man who made Raven’s life a living hell.
Anya head-butted one of the men who cried in pain. The other let go of Clarke to electrocute Anya with a baton.
“Ugh!” Anya fell to her knees, and Clarke rolled trying to aid her.
“Shit, the door!” Emerson lifted his ass from the floor, and the men followed him outside the door, locking Clarke and Anya inside the room.
“Anya! Talk to me!” Clarke called seeing the woman with her eyes closed.
“I’m good. Just a bit stunned.” Anya little by little started to sit up. Once she was more stable, she eyed Clarke. “Are you hurt?”
“No, I am okay.”
“Good. If something happens to you, Lexa will go berserk.” Anya flinched in pain; she instinctively covered her bruised ribs, and her face was contorted as she moved.
“If something happens to you too, Lexa dies. You’re her sister Anya.”
Anya sighed, and nodded. “Let’s be careful from now on, yeah?” Anya smirked with confidence trying to infuse humor into a terrible situation.
“Come here. Let me get this off you.” Anya pulled the ropes from Clarke’s wrists and the blonde thanked her, rubbing her already reddening wrists.
Clarke easily removed the ropes from her feet and moved to check on Anya.
Her face was starting to swell. She had fresh blood seeping from the top of her eyebrow, and the older more blackish blood was caked around her lips.
“Jesus, they did a number on you.”
“You have to see how I left those fuckers. I ripped the ear of one of those bitches!” Anya chuckled and immediately regretted it.
“Yeah, no doubt.”
“So, Emerson huh?” Clarke ripped her blouse and cleaned Anya’s face a much as possible, applying pressure to stop the bleeding. She couldn’t do more for her than this. She hoped her wounds weren’t as bad as they seemed.
“How did he escape? As far as I know, he was supposed to be in prison.”
It dawned on Clarke that Emerson used Nia’s name for her - the hero of TonDC. “Nia.” Clarke whispered. “She must be involved somehow.”
“I don’t think she has that much reach beyond the media. Something else is going on here Clarke. Clearly, this is a plan to seek revenge against Lexa, maybe Raven too. Lexa was the one who gathered enough evidence to bring down Mount Weather.” Anya explained to Clarke how Lexa helped Raven again and again and again. Even when they weren’t on speaking terms, Lexa never abandoned her friend.
“We have to get out of here, Anya.” Clarke was looking around for something, anything that gave her a clue to their whereabouts.
Anya squeezed her eyes when she breathed in, holding the pain at bay. “I already tried, blondie. Emerson has around 10 more guys with him. I beat around 5 until they got me.”
“Okay, we wait for their move then. Whatever this man is planning, he must need us alive for now. We’re going to be bargained probably.”
Anya leaned her head against the concrete closing her eyes. “Yeah. Unless that bastard dares to go for Costia too!” That snapped Anya from her stupor, and she went to hit the door.
“Hey! Take it easy!” Clarke helped Anya back to their previous places. “She’s going to be fine. Costia is in a public place, and they won’t make a move in the light of day. They waited for us to be alone in the dark so nothing is going to happen to her for now.”
Anya nodded and tried to calm down, the pain was becoming unbearable.
The two remained in silence for some time. Clarke and Anya were trying to save their energy and keep their minds sharp.
The lock on the door clicked, and one of Emerson’s goons entered. Two men followed with guns pointed at the two women.
The man left a tray with food and darted out without saying a word.
Clarke examined the fruits and bread; there was water as well. “Okay, this looks legit.” Clarke gave Anya a portion, and she ate the other half.
The two ate in silence enjoying the food.
“They need us alive for sure.” Anya commented before she gulped down her cup of water.
“Yeah. I think we are bargaining chips.”
The taller blonde placed her plate back on the tray and tried to rearrange her sitting position into something more comfortable. Her hazel eyes locked with blue. “Don’t hurt Lexa, Clarke. If you break her heart this time—”
“I won’t.” Clarke assured. “I love her, and I get that you don’t trust me yet. But I’ve been trying hard to let you get to know me, Anya. I want to be friends with you for Lexa’s sake. You’re her family, and your approval is important not only to Lexa but to me as well.”
“Lexa is my baby sis. She has overcome a lot and what happened between you two changed her. Lexa was extremely vulnerable, and if something goes to hell again, this time I don’t know if she can recover.”
“I understand, Anya. That’s why we’re going slow. I get your doubts because yeah, last time we went head first into the abyss. The age difference might be another factor against us, but I promise Lexa means everything to me. She has my heart.”
“Good. ‘Cause if you fuck up Emerson is not the one who will end you, but me.” The smirk spread on Anya’s face was playful, still, Clarke took it seriously.
“Note taken,” Clarke replied with a grin of her own.
Clarke had no idea what was going on; it had been several hours since Emerson came to check on them. Anya was shivering. Her wounds were infected, and there was nothing here to help the woman. Clarke had her head on her lap, comforting her and trying to ease the pain she was enduring. Her ribs were heavily bruised, and Clarke thought they were probably broken.
“Hang in there, Anya. Our friends will find us.” Clarke touched the burning forehead worried about potential internal bleeding and a fast spreading infection possibly affecting vital organs. If she didn’t get Anya to a hospital soon, she was afraid that Anya may die from her injuries.
Clarke moved slowly and carefully placed Anya’s head onto her jacket while she went to the door trying to force it open. She kicked it in frustration and started to pace around the small room looking for any item that could work as a lever to break the knob.
“My friend is sick! Open up, she needs help!” Clarke shouted kicking the door as hard as she could in her still weakened state. They both had been stripped of their belongings and were left with no way to communicate or without any item that could be used as a weapon.
“Emerson! Get in here, you coward!” Clarke insisted as Anya was mumbling in discomfort thanks to the fever.
Clarke returned to Anya’s side to check on her again.
“If something,” Anya’s words were barely audible, but she tried again. “If something happens to me, can you…” Anya gulped down trying to keep her voice controlled. Fighting the intensity of the pain and her exhaustion, she continued. “Costia…”
“Shhh, you need to rest Anya. Costia is going to be fine. Nothing is happening to us. Maybe what you both need to do when we get home is go out on a frigging date and be done with your drama.”
At least Anya managed a small smile, making Clarke laugh with her. “I’m serious. You two are worse than Lexa and I. Costia loves you way more than she admits, and you’re still crazy about her so cut with the fake dating around and woman up.”
“She’s leaving me. Costia doesn’t love me.” Anya pouted, and Clarke could see where Lexa’s logic originated. They were seriously like family. It was ridiculous how much they resembled the other in the way they kept their feelings reeled in. Or how they both kept such scary faces around other people that weren’t friends.
“Actually, it is because she does love you that she’s leaving, you dummy! Because you kept hurting her with your annoying childish behavior. Trust me Anya, tell her again how you feel, and I assure you things will change between you.”
“Okay, guess I should try again if I make it out of here alive.”
The door was unlocked abruptly. Clarke stood up, standing in a defensive position as she waited for an opening to escape.
Two armed men entered follow by Emerson and-
“Cage Wallace.” Clarke recognized that ugly face immediately. “You were following me in New York. Of course, now it makes sense why Azgeda published those private pictures. You’re friends with Nia.”
Everything was starting to fall into place. This man had the means to pay for the Mount Weather gang operation and use his influence to get Emerson out of jail.
“Clarke. What a pleasure to see you.” Cage smirked eyeing Clarke with disdain.
“Why help Nia? I mean, Lexa works at Polis.” Clarke approached the disgusting man, trying to keep his attention. “She’s at the top, and her influence is much stronger and widespread than Nia’s. If you let us go, I can get Lexa to help you.” Clarke offered hoping to find a peaceful way out of this.
“Interesting but I cannot do that, Clarke. Lexa knows too much about this to let it go.”
“So you’d rather work with Nia? She will betray you, Cage.” Clarke pushed a bit more.
“Nia has been a good ally, can’t say the same for your girlfriend.” Cage began to laugh, and that irritated Clarke. She threw a punch landing on Cage’s ugly face. Instantly the men grabbed Clarke forcefully while she struggled to get her hands on that piece of human trash.
“I assure you; your days are over Cage. I’ll get out of here. And when I do, I’ll come for your ugly ass!” Clarke was struggling hard to get away when Emerson approached and knocked her out with the butt of his gun.
“Hey!” Anya lifted herself up as best as she could, but she barely could stand by herself. “You’re dead!”
“Take them out and wait for Nia’s orders. Make sure it is done quick, and don’t leave any evidence behind.” Cage demanded. He rubbed his jaw, the bruise already forming on his ghostly skin. He fixed his suit and walked out of the small room.
“You heard him, take them into position and wait. I’ll make sure to keep an eye on the princess; you stay with the savage one.” Emerson ordered before he went into the van waiting to transport them away.
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Lexa had been everywhere she could think of to find Clarke - to her dorm, to ‘Camp Jaha,’ even ‘The Dropship’ without any luck. There was simply no sign of her girlfriend or Anya. Both had vanished into thin air. Lexa was about to have a mental breakdown.
She called Raven again to see if the girls had finished looking at other places they frequented.
“Raven, any luck?” Lexa sighed disheartened while she was heading back to her apartment. “No, I also spoke with Abby. Clarke has not been there.” Lexa pulled out her keys to open her door. “Something happened Raven, something bad and it’s my fault, I should have been with her.” Lexa pushed open her door when she spotted something. Lexa stopped in her tracks and stared at a large 8½ x 11 yellow envelope right under her front door; she furrowed her brows baffled by the object. “Yes, I’m here Raven.” Lexa said after a pause. “Someone left an envelope.”
Lexa picked up the envelope, holding the phone between her ear and shoulder. “No Raven, I don’t think it’s a bomb.” Lexa tore the top to take out its contents.
A phone was inside along with several pictures.
“Shit!” Lexa saw that several of the pictures were of Clarke hanging out with her friends, being in the art workshop painting or going out with Niylah. This meant that Clarke had been followed for a very long time. The other pictures were of her friends laughing and enjoying their day. They kept tabs on everyone, including Costia. “I need you to come to my place right now Raven, call Costia and tell her to come, you’re all in danger!”
Lexa looked at the phone. It looked like a burner one so it was obvious that the sender did not want to leave a trail. She felt sick.
Lexa headed into the living room and waited for her friends to come to make sure they were safe.
“We need to call the police.” Raven suggested after looking at the pictures sent to Lexa.
Lexa remained quiet; her face was composed yet the simmering anger and despair she felt was coming off of her in waves.
“If we involve the police, we don’t know how these people will react.” Costia commented.
“Oh shit, they might have someone in the police department on their payroll as well.” Octavia said.
Suddenly the phone started to ring, and everyone looked at the black device on the table. Lexa grabbed it and pressed to answer the call activating the speaker.
“Hello?” Lexa asked.
“How is it going Lexa? Found your lover or sister yet?”
“Nia! Where are they!?” Lexa growled.
Nia laughed hearing the anger of the woman.
“Oh, so that is a no I guess. But I can help you.”
“Cut the crap! What do you want!?”
“I want your head. But before we get to that, let’s talk. No cops, Lexa. Check your e-mail to see what will happen if you do.”
Lexa heard the notification on her phone and swiftly open the e-mail. She clicked the link and gasped seeing Clarke tied, her blonde curls were red. Anya couldn’t even stand on her own; her face was bruised and covered with blood. Lexa’s grip almost breaks her phone as she reviewed the images. Emerson then walked towards Clarke and pressed a knife into her neck.
“Hello there Lexa, look what I got here. If I see a cop around, I will slit her throat.” Emerson smiled, and the video was over.
“If something happens to them—” Lexa threatened but was cut short.
“Ah ah, I give the orders Lexa. I’ll send you an address, come alone and don’t try anything stupid. Emerson knows that if I don’t call him back, he has the green light to kill Clarke and Anya. Toodles.”
The call was over.
Lexa went mad with concern and couldn’t stomach looking at the pictures any longer. “I’ll go.”
“No way! You can’t go by yourself Lexa. That bitch is waiting to kill you.” Octavia shook her head.
“It’s a trap. You’ll be walking right into it.” Costia conceded. The woman was pale just looking at the video of a badly wounded Anya.
“You stay here. If you’re all safe, I can deal with Nia without worrying more.” Lexa clenched her fists.
“Lexa please…” Costia begged. “Det. Blake can help get them back. Lexa, don’t go.”
“I have to do this, Costia. It’s me they want.” Lexa then looked at Raven with more determination, “If you don’t hear from me, call Det. Blake. Promise me!”
“Okay, got it Commander.” Raven suddenly hugged Lexa and stepped back. “Be careful.”
“I’ll bring them back.”
With one last nod Lexa left. Her phone bleeped, and once she had the address she went to meet Nia.
Lexa drove to an old abandoned building located outside of the city. She followed the instructions given by Nia to the letter. Stepping through the metal door at the entrance of the building, she was stopped by a tall man who scanned her for weapons or any suspicious device. He removed her cellphone and then she was led to another area where she found door 211.
She went inside after taking a deep breath.
“Welcome Lexa.” Nia greeted her from behind a metal desk.
Looking around, the room was pretty bare, nothing but the desk and a couple of chairs and some monitors behind Nia. Nothing that screamed office, but at the same time it was the perfect place to have a base of operations that could be moved quickly if the need arose.
“Where are they?” Lexa stood in front of Nia, her hands balled into fists, and the only thing stopping her for snapping that woman’s neck was the safety of Clarke and Anya. And of course the goons standing near the door.
“Do you know how much trouble you have caused?” Nia stood up from her chair and walked towards Lexa. Towering over the writer and looking at her with her cold blue eyes. “You have been nothing but a pain in my ass, Lexa. Now I’m going to finally take my revenge and be done with you.”
“You kill me, and my friends will bring the police up to your door. I took measures to catch you.”
Nia chuckled shaking her head. “And where’s the fun in that? Oh no, I want to see you suffer Lexa. Death would be too merciful.”
“Where is Clarke and Anya? Last time I ask.” Lexa clenched her jaw; her patience was running out.
The wide smile spreading across Nia’s face sent shivers down Lexa’s spine. It was lacking any semblance of humanity. “Who’s more important to you, Lexa?” Nia asked. “Who is worthy to be saved?”
Lexa frowned clearly lost on the meaning behind the questions. “I don’t have time for your games, Nia. Tell me where they are!!!”
Nia walked back to the desk. And with a remote she turned on the monitors behind her. On one monitor was Anya and on the other was Clarke. Both guarded by a couple of Emerson’s goons.
“Lexa!”
“Lex!”
Anya and Clarke shouted in unison apparently seeing a live video feed of Lexa as well.
“I’m coming for you both, please hang in there!” Lexa tried to reassure both women.
“Lexa! Anya is wounded, go get her, please Lex—”
The hit of the gun in Clarke’s face sent Lexa into maddening anger. “You’re dead! Do you hear me!? You’re dead!” Lexa shouted at Emerson through the screen before Nia cut the video feed.
The men guarding Nia had to grab Lexa before she did some damage to the woman in front of her.
“ENOUGH!” Nia shouted, and Lexa stopped fighting. She yanked her arms away from the grasp of the bodyguards, but she remained still.
Now that everything was back under control, Nia turned on another monitor displaying a map of the city; there were two red dots in opposite directions.
“Who is worthy of salvation, Lexa? Anya Forrest is at the right dot shown in the map, and Clarke Griffin is at the left dot. One is the woman who has been with you since you were a teenager, the other is the woman you love. Platonic love and romantic love, both important.”
Lexa remained quiet, waiting.
“Emerson has orders to kill them both in 1 hour starting now. Unless you go and stop him.”
“I can’t be in two places at the same time, Nia! They are too far away from each other.”
Nia burst in laughter, bending over from the exertion. “Exactly. You can only save one of them Lexa. Who’s more important to you? Your sister or the love of your life? One will live, and the other will die.”
“NO! Take me!!! Let them go. Do what you want with me. Let. Them. GO!!!”
“I thought we discussed this already. Where’s the fun in that? You won’t be able to carry the guilt knowing that one of them had to die because of you. That is going to be exquisite to witness.” Nia kept laughing maniacally. “Choose Lexa: Anya or Clarke? Hurry up. The clock is ticking, and you won’t make it in time. The locations are on your phone and again, if the cops hear about this they are as good as dead.”
“I can’t…” Lexa started to sob. “Oh God, I can’t. Please Nia, don’t touch them. Leave them out of this. It is me you want. I’m the one who exposed Mount Weather. I’m the one who got the job at Polis. PLEASE!”
Nia giggled at Lexa’s begging. Suddenly, she grabbed Lexa’s face squeezing it hard, leaving angry red crescent moon marks on her face. “Choose or both will die! You need to accept that today blood will be on your hands.” She let go of Lexa.
“Time is ticking Lexa. Tic-Tac. You got 54 minutes.”
Lexa recovered her belongings and got the hell out of that building and into the parking lot.
The brunette sprinted back to her car as fast as she could. She hopped in and turned on the engine and started to hyperventilate; her hands were shaking. She looked at the map, at the two blinking red dots. She had just enough time to reach one of the two locations, there was no way she was going to get to both.
“What I’m going to do?” Lexa hit the dashboard in frustration.
“Clarke… Anya… Forgive me.”