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( tw | blood , death  )

" CLARKE ... "

Anakin speaks, stepping into the room where Clarke and Marie, two members of Skikru, both stand and observe the grounders that move around a resting child. Sky Clan. "Her name is Tris, and her life is now your responsibility."

Clarke shakes her head, slowly stepping forward to observe the dying child. "No, no, I can't help her. I don't have any of my equipment."

Although Anakin knows that she isn't a full fledged surgeon or healer, she was the closest thing to helping the young girl that laid across the table. It wasn't a choice, she would be given what he and Anya could provide, and she better damn well work with that.

Anya, who just stepped into the darkened carved out room, held out a bag. "Now we've provided you with what we can."

Clarke looked between Anakin and Anya, her eyes settling on Anakin. "Why do you think I can save her?"

Marie doesn't even let Anakin answer, which does anger the grounder. "Lincoln told him."

"Lincoln tells me everything, otherwise he would be dead for his traitorous actions." It was true, he would have. Him taking Octavia was an act of war, it wasn't to torture her or to get answers from her, it was for his own selfish reasons. And because of that, Anakin was not going to let it slide.

Anya nodded her head, casting a quick look towards Anakin as if she was asking for approval — which she was. You do not speak over Anakin; many have tried and they have suffered the consequence of death in doing so. "Yes. Our healer is gone. There's nothing we can do for her. For Marie's sake, I hope you can."

Marie looks shocked, eyes wide and a nervous feeling creeping across her body. "My sake?" She took in the darkened room, the grounders who stood by the door with their hand on the hilt of their swords or knives. They would kill her if Clarke failed. "Clarke, you can do this."

Clarke tilts her head as she stands over the child who starts to wheeze slightly, almost unnoticed by everyone but Clarke. Anakin goes to leave, but Clarke stops him by whirling around. "Wait. What happened to her?"

Anakin turned around, his hand resting more firmly on his knife. "She was on the bridge when your bomb exploded. You did this to her. You save her, or she —" he pointed his knife towards Marie, lip snarled slightly as he attempted to appear more scary, which worked. "—dies by my hand and you will be forced to watch."

Marie, who had no medical training at all, other than the day she had spent in the medbay on the ark when she broke her arm, was faster than Clarke at looking over the child. She was not dying, not before she had the chance to see her father again and tell him a big fuck you for sending her to earth. What man sends his own daughter to a possible radiated planet — father of the year, not.

Minutes later after Anakin had left, leaving Clarke and Marie alone with Tris and the grounded standing guard, the girl on the slab of concrete started to wheeze. Her lips turned a small shade of blue, and although her eyes were closed, tears slipped through her eyelids and down her face.

Marie panicked, whirling on her toes to face the grounder with anger now on her face. "Why! She can't train to be a warrior in the comfort of her own village, safely and not ask risk of death! You'll have no warriors by a years time if you keep this up." She stalked forward, her fingers itching to wrap around the grounders sword and plunge it into his body.

The grounder instantly knew what was happening, pulling his sword from his hilt and pointing it towards her neck. The tip touching her skin and drawing a droplet of blood that trickles down her neck. A quick death, something the grounders didn't believe she deserved. "I will have your head, sky girl."

Clarke let out a gasp as she leaned over the young girl. "Mar, she's getting worse, come help me!" Clarke continued to move her hands across the girls chest gently, feeling the warmth and pressure that spread across her chest.

"What's wrong?" Marie asked as she helped hold the girl up, following Clarke's orders with hopes it would save the girl and she wouldn't die.

Clarke looks towards her friend, "She's not moving any air on the left. There's fluid pressing on her lungs. She can't breathe."

Marie looks over the child, seeing small bloodied spots on her body but nothing large enough to make her concerned. "I don't see an entry wound, Clarke."

Clarke shakes her head as she looks over the child once more, she really wonders how old she is. An image of Charlotte popping up in her head that makes her freeze momentarily. When Marie nudges her, she shakes the image from her mind. "No. It wasn't shrapnel. It was trauma. The force of the explosion, it hit her in the chest. She's drowning in her own blood. She can't breathe." The blond teenage turned towards the grounder standing guard. "I have to relieve the pressure. I need a small tube, something rigid the size of my finger."

With a small nod, and an order from Anakin that he would do anything he sees fit to the two sky girls, that meaning help them or kill them, he searched a small bag before handing Clarke a very similar item to what she needed. "Here."

Clarke continued to play Doctor, making a small cut in the girls chest, approximately around the fifth intercostal space with hopes it would help her breathe better. When it did, Anakin who had only seen the blood drip onto the table when he hand entered the room, pulled his knife from his side and held it to the neck of Marie like the other grounder had done so similarly.

He tilted his head and looked towards Clarke, who was panicking and scared for her friend. "She couldn't breathe."

Anakin pushes Marie forward, the girl stumbling forward as another small cut on her neck bleeds. She turns, glaring at the grounder who had been the one to cut her skin and make her bleed. "You fucker."

The grounder standing guard huffed out a small laugh and turned towards Anakin. "She is a feisty one, Anakin. Reminds me of you when Indra had taken you on as her second."

"Oh shut up."

" MARIE KOM SKAIKRU ... "

Anakin drawled out as he stepped into the room. He held his sword out, ready to plunge it into the heart of the girl he said he would kill. Clarke Griffin had failed at saving Anyas second, the result of her actions being the death of a friend, as they knew.

"No." Marie stood tall, grasping the small scalpel in her right hand as she prepared to throw it into the skull of the grounder calling her name. "I am not dying today."

Anakin smirked, stepping forward and pressing the tip of his sword against the skin covering Marie's heart. "You may. But today, you are given a chance to prove yourself, come, now. The commander wants to meet you." He enjoyed the fear he put in her body, that shivered as it trembled down her spine. What he didn't like, was that he had to be the one to escort her to his sister.

Marie had no choice but to swing her fists as two grounders neared her to help take her wherever Anakin wanted. She had no idea what they were going to do to her; kill her, torture her for information, anything. "No!" She yelped as one successfully wrapped his arm around her neck and gave it a squeeze, choosing to focus on the way her body seemed to slow instead of the way his brother was bleeding out of the floor from the scalpel she had stabbed into his neck.

"Marie Kom Skaikru." Anakin crouched as he looked towards the girl, watching as she gasped for breath as the other grounders arm tightened. "You will not die today, tomorrow maybe. And I will have that pleasure."