Our Cross To Bear

[Alekay]

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[attr="class","sexy_title"]Trikru

[attr="class","sexy_date"]S E C O N D

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Polis was in chaos. People were getting treated for their injuries, some worse than others. And others, were mourning their losses. And well, there were a lot of them. Alekay had been on battlegrounds a plenty but all this felt far . . . worse. Worse than he had ever seen. He was one of the many that had been pushed from the tower in attempt to climb and infiltrate it. Fortunately, his only injury was a broken arm which had been moved into a sling. That, and he had something called a concussion. Whatever that was, Alekay couldn't even spell the word. Just some jargon made up by Skaikru healers.[break][break]

No. He was far more interested in the others. One in particular as he had heard she'd been one of the crucified victims. But, she lived. And he wanted to see that for himself. Despite the . . . tension that he assumed was going to be present among them. He had after all, fled the Trikru army, formed his own rogue army to overthrow Lexa and . . . basically defected. A once second to Chief Indra, he had become a renegade. Though laws all seemed to be obsolete in the wake of
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[attr="class","sexy_quote"]"Jus drein jus daun ... blood must have blood"

He managed to ask the right people as they directed him to where most of the crucified victims were being treated. Their wounds among some of the worst, apart from the people who had fallen from the tower at higher heights than him. He saw her lying there, hands wrapped in bandages. He doubted his company was welcome, but as he saw no one else near, he decided to take the risk. After all, it wasn't as if she could run him through right now which was perhaps the worst way this conversation could go. [break][break]

"I always knew that even an army could not bring you down," he stated in their native tongue. Words meant in compliment, but also truth. That even an army of Skaikru -- as he had heard what had happened -- and even this army of both his people and that of Skaikru, was still not enough to bring down Indra. It was why she was their chief after all.
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Melz @C, A & R

[Indra]

Indra had met death before, back on that field when Skaikru gunned down her army and left her bleeding on the ground and around a dozen times before then too. But being put on that cross had been different, there was a difference between dying with a sword in your hand and being strung up to die unarmed, bleeding... As some sort of warning to others to stay in their place. There was no honour in that death and yet it was the first time that Indra had felt certain of her death. She'd even hoped for it at some point, yet she'd been cut down before she'd had the chance to succumb to her injuries.

Her wounds had been treated, cleaned and bandaged to reduce the risk of infection and she supposed she was grateful that she would live to fight another day... If she was even capable of returning to that life. It was likely that with the injuries that she'd received from a Skaikru bullet and now from those under ALIE's control, that she'd never be the warrior that she once was. No longer in her prime, if she was a horse she'd be sent to slaughter. She felt weaker than she had in her whole life lying there among the sounds of the dying, wondering if surviving this ordeal had been some sort of punishment and not the miracle many viewed it as.

It was while she was lying there amongst the dead and dying that a familiar voice, a voice that she hadn't heard in what felt like a lifetime. The voice came from a man she'd once cared for, she'd been his mentor once... But that had been a long time ago, he'd severed whatever bond they'd had when he decided to betray their Heda, rebelling against Lexa after what had transpired at Mount Weather. By betraying Lexa, he'd betrayed her- whether he meant to or not and Indra had vowed to kill him if he ever showed his face to her again.

It took every ounce of strength that she had to sit up and face him, even in her current condition she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her like that. She wouldn't allow him to see how weak and broken she felt. "How dare you show your face here" she hissed through gritted teeth, the words left a bitter taste in her mouth and she yearned to get to her feet, her strength restored to her. She was simply too weak for such a feat.

"You should leave before I recover the ability to hold a sword" she warned, an obvious threat and one she intended to follow through with if the man didn't have the sense to leave within the time it took for her to recover. Though she'd never admit it, his betrayal had hurt her- it had cut deeper than any blade ever could and she'd make sure he paid for making her look like a fool in front of their people- making her place her trust in him only to throw it back in her face.

Alekay