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Chapter 1: I'm Going Home?
~Prolong~
'Clarke believed that the dull gray cell she's been imprisoned in for a ludicrous 'crime' will be the only home she will ever know. It was in this cell that she met Him, someone(god?) that over their short time together became a family.
Death, her mentor came sometimes during the first week she was arrested. He spoke reassurances that she hadn't lost her mind for seeing him, and she didn't really believe him, and she probably never will that is unless she magically gets transported to earth.'
If only she knew.
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"I'm cold." Clarke stated.
"Too bad." Death, or as she liked to call him 'the annoying asshole who won't leave her alone', replied back.
From the concrete floors to the single cot pushed into the corner, sitting on it is Clarke wrapped in the old matted blanket the council was forced to give all the prisoners, was an almost unbearable chill. The only reason she hasn't gotten frostbite from it yet was the fact that her mentor, Death, forced her to withstand below freezing temperatures during their lessons.
"This will come in hand one day." He would always say with his infuriating smile. The one he always wore during their lessons, the one that screamed that he knew something she didn't. Which he probably did.
It took her awhile to completely understand that during their lessons she wasn't in her cell, well her body would be, her soul on the other hand would be with death in his realm, learning everything she can about…well everything. From politics to basic hunting and fighting techniques. She would be forced to learn on hours upon hours, only stopping when a guard would bring her the slop they called food or to sleep.
Clarke still can't understand why exactly she has to learn this when she's set to die soon but considering who is teaching her she decided a long time ago not to question anything. Not that questioning it would help, Death never answers those types of questions.
"I'm still cold." Clarke said.
Death glanced at her, he must have formed while she was lost in thought, normally he stays in her head.
"Do not worry you won't be cold soon." His voice taking on the foreboding tone he gets whenever they talk about her future. At first it used to scare her, it still does sometimes but she has learned to ignore her fear a long time ago, so it no longer affects her.
"And how soon is soon?" She questioned.
And if summoned her cell door opens and three guards pile in.
"Prisoner 391 face the wall and hold out your right arm." What seems to be the 'leading' guard demands.
"Why?! I'm only 17, I still have a few more months?!" She asks, baffled.
"Do what they say Clarke." Death says calmly from her head, having retreated back into it the moment the door moved.
Clarke, still confused and slightly scared though she would never admit it even under turtore (she's not quite ready to die), does what the guard demanded.
Once she stands one of the other guards steps forward and attaches some sort of band to her wrist. Suddenly, Clarke is grateful she switched her father's watch to her left wrist like Death suggested she do the day before.
'And now I know why. ' She thinks.
Once the band was attached two of the guards began to drag her out of her cell. Still confused, Clarke allows them to.
Upon entering the hallway Clarke is met with chaos. From screaming, running and the few fights, all Clarke can think is
'They're killing us. They actually have to ball's to do it.'
'They're not killing you Clarke, I've already told you this.' Death replys back patiently.
"CLARKE!" A voice from her right yells out.
Turning her head to the side she sees her mother rushing towards her.
"Mom? What's going on?" She questions, thankfully due to her lessons she's able to mask any feeling that could be seen as weakness.
"The more emotions you show Clarke, the more you are at a disadvantage." She remembers him telling her earlier in their lessons.
"Don't worry Clarke.",Abby says trying to reassure her, it didn't work. Nothing her mother will say to her will ever comfort her again, not after what she did.
"You're being sent to the ground." She says, her voice reflecting the tears in her eyes, before pulling Clarke into a hug, being unable to keep her hands to herself.
Clarke inhales sharply.
'I told you. You will not die until I say you can die. ". Death tells her smugly, well now she knows not to question the God of Death when talking about death now.
'Honesty I should have know that.' Clarke thinks absently.
"But the Earth isn't supposed to be habitual for another hundred years?" Clarke questions her mother, she might not have to worry about her dying anytime soon but she can pretend to be so can gather information.
Abby, still holding Clarke, slowly brings up her arms and injects her with some sort of medicine.
'Why is the world going black?' Clarke thinks before slipping into unconsciousness...