As Elektra made her way out of the metal building, back outside where the light shone blindly up above, her boots hit the metal ramp with an echoing thud. Each step caused the delinquents to turn around and watch her. In some ways, she felt as if she was leaving behind a part of her she had long forgotten, a part that had been pushed away when she had become a hunter and a scout. It was a scared version of herself, a weaker version of herself, and a more caring version of herself. She wasn't like Skaikru. She was a Grounder, and she had to start acting like it rather than playing pointless games with the intruders.

     I am a Grounder.

     She wasn't friends with Skaikru. They trespassed onto their land, they killed a village filled with people, innocent people, her people. They started a war. The war between Grounders and Skaikru. It was a war that Elektra had to fight in. Alongside her own people.

     Elektra was more than ready to finish it.

     The entire time she was there, she had been caught up in the false illusion of 'love'.

     That she could find it there, with one of them.

     How wrong was I.

     Anya was right.

     Skaikru was not to be trusted, and the more Elektra thought about it, the more her dream began to make sense.

     She killed her own people for nothing. She killed her own people for someone who only saw her as the enemy. Elektra knew that he would have to pay with his life, it was the only way.

     She should have just loved her own.

     Love.

     Elektra couldn't help but scoff at the word. It meant nothing to her now. The only love she felt was from the knowledge that the Sky People would soon be dead and she would go back to being a hunter and scout, she would go back to only worrying about the Weathermen. Once Skaikru was gone, her mind would be clear and she would be able to think more clearly.

     Each step that Elektra took, made her heart pound faster, and soon, it felt as if it wasn't beating at all. Her body grew numb and her expression changed to one of a cold-hearted killer. She was a Grounder, and there was no mistaking that. It was who she was born to be.

     A warrior.

     A killer.

     A Grounder.

     She wasn't going to change that. Not for some boy. Not for someone who manipulated her feelings into believing that he had felt something for her, forcing herself to trick her own mind into believing she felt the same way. She barely knew him.

     That version of herself, that weak, scared, manipulated girl was dead.

     As she continued to make her way down the ramp, the others turned to face her. Her eyes were now covered in the black war paint, hollowing them out, making them look a lot darker than they were. Her hair was pulled back in plaits, while some were left down in a thick mass. Her dark skin was covered in the remains of her own blood, and some of Skaikru's blood. The rest of her body was covered in her armour, and the lower half of her face was covered by her mask. Elektra knew she no longer looked like the young girl they brought in to torture alongside her brother, but instead, she looked like one of the people who would be back to kill them.

     This was it, this was the last time she would be at the camp on good terms with them. In the back of her mind, she knew that they all knew that the next time she would be back was when she was going to slaughter them in the war. Part of her wanted to shudder at the thought, simply because she had felt differently, in the beginning, she even risked her life for them. But she knew better now.

     Elektra continued and watched as they separated, stepping away from her, creating a path for her to walk through. Some of them spoke her name, others even mumbled Bellamy's. But she couldn't care less about it now.

     She wasn't going to care for someone who obviously didn't care about her.

     "Open the gate," Octavia yelled from the ramp.

     Octavia stood next to Bellamy, who had been watching her leave as well. He didn't bother saying anything because he knew that he could never fix what he had said with any words.

     Before Elektra neared the gates, she turned back to face Clarke, who looked on with a sad expression before she nodded to her once. Elektra didn't nod back. Then, she looked to Jasper, he stood next to Raven and gulped. He looked sad to be losing her, but she ignored his emotions and turned to Raven while ignoring everyone else. Raven gave a half-hearted smile before she took hold of Jasper's hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

     Lastly, she turned to Octavia.

     Goodbye.

     Elektra turned back around and made her way out of the gates, towards her village, towards her home.

     On her walk, she had her machete out in her hand, cutting the foliage that was in her way, and the branches too. She was letting off some steam. Elektra was pissed. She had every right to be. Even with that said, she still had to be alert of her surroundings, anything could be out to kill her. Mountain Men, Reapers, Skaikru, even her own people. Elektra pulled her coat around herself tighter and looked up. It was getting dark out, but it was still clear enough for her to see.

     Elektra's best bet was to get up to a higher point from the ground. Which meant she'd have to start climbing the trees.

     Just like when Bellamy found me.

     No. Not now. I can't be thinking of him.

     But suddenly, everything seemed to remind her of him. He filled her mind and plagued her thoughts, she couldn't get away from him, even if she tried. Bellamy was all she could think about, and she hated herself for it. It hurt, but she knew it shouldn't. It meant nothing. It was never real to him, and it should never be real to her. He was just a memory she wished she could forget, at least, that's what she kept trying to tell herself, but she knew it would never be true, the voice in her head kept reminding her of that, he made her feel something.

     He made her feel more human than she thought could be possible, even with him being a stuck-up leader to a group of people who could barely contain themselves.

     He was still important to her.

     Shut up.

     Shut the hell up.

     Stop thinking like that, stop thinking like such a girly-girl. Don't become one of those girls. Boy are boys and should never be more than that. Never let them take over your life and slowly destroy you. Don't. Stand your ground.

     Elektra sighed to herself and tried to shake her mind from the thoughts she wanted to leave behind. She had known the passageways of the forest like the back of her hand, especially as she had grown up memorising them with Lincoln. The tree branches that she jumped from were high up and a lot sturdier than they seemed to look. Elektra was thankful for her childhood, being able to claim that she knew where she was going, even if she had a blindfold on. As she jumped, she was no longer surrounded by the warm glow of the sun that glittered through the leaves. There was no added sound as she went, making herself virtually undetectable. A skill that was necessary for a scout and hunter.

     She knew exactly where the bridge was, and that she had to ignore it and find another way back around to her camp. Elektra had watched it go up in a cloud of smoke. No thanks to Skaikru.

     An hour or so later, Elektra climbed down from the tree, using her knives to jam into the bark as she slowly descended down to the ground. There had been a small area on the river that came together, making it easy to jump across, and so Elektra continued to walk deeper into the forest and towards her camp.

     Her feet dragged slowly across the fallen dead leaves, even slower than before, which she didn't even realise was possible. Elektra was scared. Not that she would openly admit to that, she hated the idea of showing weakness, and that had been the only thing she had done in the presence of him.

     Would Anya forgive me?

     Or will I suffer death by a thousand cuts?

     I know I deserve it.

     Once more, she shook her head, pulling herself away from what was about to happen to her. She had to focus on the journey, and what laid in wait for her.

     It took longer than she had wanted, but she had finally reached the statue just outside of her camp.

     With a deep breath, she moved one leg in front of the other, each time her foot touched the ground, she breathed out, and when she lifted a leg, she sucked in. it wasn't long after that when she managed to even out her breathing, coming face to face with the place she called her home.

     "What are you waiting for?" Anya's voice echoed in the clearing as she stood by the tree line, ready to run if she needed to. But deep down she knew she wouldn't, she would take the punishment.

     Around her, there were scout leaders, but Tristan wasn't in sight, which was understandable, she didn't agree with how things worked. Elektra watched closely as Anya's eyes locked with hers, causing her breathing to hitch and her body to stiffen. The scout leader turned in confusion before a small smile spread across his face, he turned back and nodded to Anya stepping away to continue talking to the others. His group looked ready to set out.

     But why? Elektra thought. Was it training? It looked like it, but then again, why so early?

     "You," her eyes drifted back to Anya as she spoke. Elektra hadn't realised that Anya walked over to her.

     Elektra felt weak once more, and she dropped her weapons to the ground just before her knees gave out and caused her body to drop, with her head bowed down. She couldn't help it. She was human after all. Which meant that there would be tears that stung her eyes.

     Anya kneeled down, crouched in front of her. "Are home," she finished.

     To say that Elektra was surprised would be an understatement. She raised her head, taking her mask off her face.

     "Can you fight?" Anya glanced at the dry blood around Elektra's mouth and cheeks, that had been stained with the dry blood that left her eyes.

     With little strength, Elektra replied, "Yes."

     Anya nodded before she pulled Elektra up, grabbing her knives from the ground in the process, handing them back to Elektra.

     "I want them all dead," Elektra spoke in a monotone voice that Anya didn't quite pick up on.

     All Anya worried about was having her warrior back. Or at least, that is what she thought.

     Elektra wasn't entirely sure if that was true or not, but she decided not to overthink it too much.

     "You will fight alongside me. Go find Indra and the Commander, they will be waiting for you. We have all been waiting for you to come back home." Anya placed her hand on the back of Elektra's head and brought her forehead to hers. "Welcome back, warrior."

     "It's good to be home." Elektra forced a smile as she pushed the thoughts of him away again.

     When Elektra made her way to one of the buildings in the camp, knowing that Indra and the Commander would be in there, she pushed the door open slowly, walking inside as a pit of unease fell heavy in her stomach.

     "You're back!" Commander Lexa smiled happily as she stood up from one of the chairs and made her way over to Elektra, pulling her into a hug, gripping onto her tightly, worried that if she let go, Elektra would disappear again. Elektra hugged back, knowing the Commander couldn't risk losing another person close to her, especially not the way she lost Costia. That would have been too much for her. "Thank you, for coming back, El." Commander Lexa pulled her head back and smiled before she let go, allowing Indra to talk to Elektra while she moved back.

     Indra stayed silent, looking at Elektra's bloodied face.

     "Stupid child," she muttered, lightly hitting the side of Elektra's head before she walked over to the table she had been standing at before Elektra walked in.

     Elektra laughed through her nose, understanding that it was the best response Indra would give her.

     The Commander continued to smile and held onto Elektra's upper right arm, dragging her over to the same table so that she could help the two of them.

     Laid out in front of them, on the table, there was a large tub or dark purple liquid, most likely poison, for the weapons, along with different sized knives and arrows.

     The idea was to coat the blades and tips with the poison before using them to inflict more damaged.

     Elektra looked over to the Commander and saw she was already looking at her.

     "Are you ready to fight?" The Commander asked unsurely.

     With the nod of her head, Elektra answered, "More than ready, Lexa, more than ready."

     The Commander seemed happy enough with that answer and continued to dip her weapons into the poison.

     Elektra opened up another tub, that was deeper than the others, from the floor and placed the whole blade of her machete inside of it before she took it back out, allowing it to drip for a few seconds before she placed it back into the holster. "Let's end this," she whispered to herself, picking up her arrows and knives to prepare them for what was to come.