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★ ₊˚. ❪ the dropship ❫
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( tw | violent acts )

" TODAY ... "

Anakin and Anya stood side by side, Marie only a few steps behind Anakin, awaiting her orders like the good like warrior she was being. She was dressed in her own clothing, the same ones she had worn down to earth. Unlike everyone else near her in the group, they all wore their own armour and animal skins and items that made them more scary to see.

She believed there was just over three hundred warriors who stood around her, leaning against trees, sitting in their branches, some just standing around.

Her face was covered in dirt, grime, blood and sweat from everything she had been working towards. This moment. Her chance at an actual life now on the ground, and not one where she was a prisoner or where she was dead. Her heart ached, and she knows what her grandmother would say if she saw what she was doing — "My little ladybug, this is wrong, you can live without being someone with a rotten soul."

Can she? Anakin is nothing but a rotten person, and he lives. If she hadn't fought back for her life, the one that would have been ripped away from her, she wouldn't even have been able to see the horses and the life around her today.

"Today, we finish the war!" Anakin said and those around him cheered like there was no tomorrow, and for some, they knew it could be that case. But this is what they do, they fight, they are bred to fight.

"Anakin." Anya said in a voice that Marie couldn't recognize. "We have to put the plan in place."

The plan. Oh, the plan. Marie would be sent into the camp, acting as if she had been taken and was tortured for information. She would tell them that she had boughten them time, having negotiated the terms that the prisoners from the ark would leave trikru lands and never return. And well that happened, once they all left the safety of their walls, death would rain and blood would have blood.

A plan that wasn't very thought out in a sense. Marie couldn't just start picking them off one by one on her own, and Anakin knew she couldn't take their lives just yet.

Marie nodded. "I'll go." She handed her sword to Anakin, whom would return it to her when the battle began. She had her own dagger, one that Anakins sister had gifted her after Lexa had offered Marie a quick death. 

So she went, running through the trees, the greenery around her blurring together with the brown trucks. She was pushing her body to the limit to reach the dropship. When she reached the gate, gunshots rung out at her feet. She jumped, scared that she would die in this moment. She didn't want to die. "No!"

Bellamy peaked over the wall, eyes widening significantly at the sight of the girl. "Marie! Open the gates, now!"

Marie stepped in, breathing out a sigh of relief as many pulled her into a hug. She was welcomed here. But she would die today if she chose the wrong side of the battle, and she wasn't ready. "They're coming." She breathed out in a panicked tone, her lips parting as she took in as much air as her lungs could hold. "Bell."

Bellamy shook his head and grasped her hand. "Inside." He didn't want everyone else to hear about how the daughter of Marcus Kane had been taken and tortured.

When they stepped inside the drop ship, where Clarke was standing over Raven and a visibly worried Finn Collins, Marie turned to Bellamy. "If we leave, to the water, we can live another day."

Clarke rushed forward and brought the girl into her arms. "I thought you were dead."

"I would have been, but their leader: the commander, she spared my life to send you all a message." Marie stood tall, body still shaking from the air that had left her lungs. This was her life now. "Leave, or die."

Clarke nodded before she stepped closer to the entrance of the drop ship, ready to tell everyone to pack whatever they could carry and prepare to leave by time they loaded Raven onto the stretcher. Bellamy, who shook his head and disagreed with leaving, reached out and grasped ahold of Clarke's wrist. "Can't run away fast enough, huh? Real brave."

Finn stepped forward, letting Ravens hand drop against her side. The action made Marie really look at what had changed since she had left. Raven was bruised and battered, she could see the sweat beading on her skin. Finn interrupted the kane girl, who was readying herself to ask what had happened. "Dying in a fight you can't win isn't brave, Bellamy, it's stupid."

Bellamy scoffed. "Spoken like every coward who's ever run from a fight."

Marie stepped forward, almost too quick. "It's time to go." She wasn't going to let it be up for discussion. She was not going to die today. All though some of these people were her friends, she wanted to live. Just like John Murphy, the boy who had been in the cell next to her, living in any way possible was better than not living at all.

War had made her this way.

The want to live overpowered the death some may face. 

Clarke shook her hand from Bellamy's, taking a step closer to the dropship door and then casting one look at them. "All right, that's enough." She spoke to the two boys who were face to face. She then turned towards the group of delinquents that stood around waiting for answers. "It's time to go. Pack whatever you can carry, we leave in five."

When Clarke returned back inside the dropship, ready to help Raven onto the stretcher and make sure she was still in a condition to be moved, Marie stepped towards her. "What happened here?"

"You've been gone for four days. Everything has happened." Clarke stood, dusting off her knees and helping Raven into her arms. "It's time to go Marie, come on."

And so she left with them, leading them to her death where many of the people she was sent down to earth, would die. Leading them out of the gate with Jasper, Bellamy, Clarke and a few others who held guns, were making her nervous. She had a split second where she could tell them to stop, where she could tell them to stay locked inside their ship.

A delinquent Marie didn't know the name of, stepped closer towards her. "Okay, here we go! Keep your eyes open! Keep your eyes open!"

Clarke, whose steps were in sync with Marie's looked over her shoulder, "You did good here, Bellamy."

Bellamy shook his head, not feeling the same way that Clarke was feeling. "18 dead."

Clarke smiled slightly, "82 alive. You did good."

Octavia stopped, letting Marie bump right into her back with a mock confused look on her face. "What's wrong?"

Raven lifted her tired head and looked around, "Why are we stopping?"

Finn shook his head as he looked down. "I don't know."

"I don't see anything." Jasper Jordan stated as he looked around. And then it happened. A blade landed in the skull of one of their gunmen, his body crashing to the forest floor. People around them gasped, some shouted, and some lifted up their guns and prepared to fight. "Grounders!"

" YOU ... "

Anakin nodded in what could have been almost a look of pride. "Did well, Marie Kom Trikru."

She felt like she belonged at the cost of her friends lives. But were they really her friends? What did they ever do for her? Each delinquent leached off each other to survive, and now Marie could do it on her own.

Marie thanked him as they walked forward, her palms wrapped around the hilt of her sword as she readied herself to attack. Both herself and Anakin were behind the grounders that fought the way. She didn't understand as to why she wasn't actually fighting against her people, but instead whist watching them die. "Why aren't we fighting."

Anakin listened to the sound of war, screaming and battle cries. "Because we fight against those who try to get away." Bellamy Blake and Finn Collins wobbled and stumbled forward as they pushed themselves away from the walls. "Marie."

Marie had a bad feeling as she moved forward and grasped Finn by the arm, swinging her sword around placing it across his neck. She was waiting for Anakins approval. She was waiting for him to tell her that she could do this.

"Marie!" Bellamy gasped out as she stepped towards the two, but slowing when he saw the blood that trickled down Finn's neck. "What? You're playing grounder now?"

And then all went to shit. There was a loud thud; the dropship doors had closed, sealing the people from the sky off from those who had been born on the ground. The cries of the grounders grew louder and louder, as the banging of metal against metal clashed with the war cries.

Finn despite the sword against his neck and the very angry grounder leaning against the tree across from him, glances towards Bellamy. "We're too close."

Bellamy stepped away from the walls. "Marie, we gotta move. We'll die if we don't."

Marie glanced towards Anakin, asking for his permission almost. When he nodded, she moved forward with Finn still locked underneath her sword. She pushed him forward, keeping her feet behind his as she guided him. She glanced towards Bellamy, who was leading the way, knowing he would die if he didn't.

"Tie them up." Anakin told his second. The one he didn't want, but in four days, he had seen her kill three of his men. That was something that he could get behind, creating a weapon. "Now."

And just as Marie went to move her sword, the ground shook and fire bloomed, and heat was all she could feel as it burned the earth near her.

Clarke Griffin had murdered three hundred warriors, and burning all the ground around her as she did so. Anakin would not mourn, he would not yell for those who he knew was dead. Now he must bring the two he had captured to his sister, where she would get the justice for the deaths of many.

"Jus drain jus daun."

authors note ▅▅▅ ▅▅▅ by rora
hi all! so this moves quick! but season one done, yay! so marie is the daughter of marcus kane, as we know. but she's angry at the world. she's angry at her father for having her mother killed, she's angry at him for sending her to earth, she's angry that bellamy had banished john after she had grown to be his friend. marie wants to prove to everyone who thought she was an entitled princess like clarke, that she can be a bad ass and survive on her own. anakin in now more than willing to mold her into a weapon just like he was molded. anyways that's all, more to come :)