¢ℓαякє gяιffιи (borninspace) wrote in storybrooketown, |
Clarke had hoped this could be resolved without violence. She didn't want anyone to get hurt. But Bellamy wouldn't listen. She didn't understand. She didn't get it. It wasn't like she was Octavia. Octavia needed Bellamy, especially without Lincoln here. He couldn't come and get himself killed in some misguided rescue attempt. He couldn't do that. Bellamy was all that Octavia had. He had to go back to her. He had to leave Clarke and go back.
And then Lexa was frustrated and everything happened so fast. Lexa was about to stab her, and then the shot rang out, deafening, but Clarke knew what she had to do, she had only a split second, but she turned and placed herself in front of Lexa, getting a nice gash on her arm in the process.
The bullet hit her, and she was stunned, staggering forward. Because of her movement and how little time she'd had, the bullet didn't get Clarke in the arm as it was meant to for Lexa. Her head was spinning. It all just unfolded there, a tragedy in the making. She put her hand down on her side, slick with blood and fell to the ground.