Clarke's POV:

Octavia and I attacked some of the guards that opened the door to feed the reapers. We took the guns they had on their belts, and their name tags. We had been silent with one another, after she had yelled at me for trusting Lexa, and jeopardizing saving our people. I felt sick even thinking about Lexa, about the betrayal, and the fact that it was only Octavia and I to fight the unknown dangers inside Mount Weather. Octavia held the door opened, and shuddered. I looked at her and she smiled at me, but it didn't reach her eyes. She was sorry about something, but I couldn't figure out what it was. I turned from her and took the first step in MT. Weather.

We got in, and saw bloody hand prints on the white walls. The cold air seeped out of the walls, and the wrapped me like a blanket, leaving me cold to the bone. I felt sick, and the granite walls called me, singing to me in an odd way. The walls called memories of the past to me. I found myself thinking about being on the ark. The grey made me think of Lexa's eyes, and the way a fire burns out and turns into the grey that Lexa's eyes hold. The way I get lost into them, and find myself thinking of us together after this. I shuddered and then I had to think of the the last moment I saw her and she told me "may we meet again." I had to push her from my mind, because I was getting distracted. I dragged my fingers along the wall, perplexed on how I made it out alive, and why I was back here. We could have been fighting with Lexa and her army, and instead we were royally fucked, and betrayed.

"Clarke, over here" Octavia whispered, as she looked into one of the doors. It was Cage's control room, left unguarded. Perfect, I thought. We could watch the cameras and see what was happening! I smiled a half lipped smile at Octavia and tried to silently opened the door. We couldn't see in the door fully, so we were prepared for anything.

We crept in and I saw one guard lazily lounging on a chair, with his feet on the desk, cap in front of his face. It was clear he was asleep, vulnerable. Seeing him so unguarded made me lose all my basic normal primal behavior left me. The calm, reasonable Clarke was dead and gone in this moment, and the animal was freed. I wanted to slit his throat and watch him bleed, I wanted him to suffer the weight I held on my shoulders, and the pain I felt in my heart. I wanted him to die. Octavia pointed to him, and put her fingers to her lips as to tell me to be quiet. She tried to mouth something to me but I didn't catch it.

"Walk around him, Clarke" She managed to whisper to me from across the room. Octavia's eyes were fixated on the control panel that had all the camera's views on it. My eyes went dark, and my blood boiled. My eyes were stuck on the man in the chair, and I had my eyes on my prey. I wasn't going to let this man free. He wore the outfit of the Mountain Men, he would suffer the death with them as well. My lips smiled a dark, sadistic smile and I grabbed the man and threw him to the ground in one swift movement. He barely saw what was happening, and panic flashed out of his eyes like a light house.

"PLEASE, DON'T HURT ME, I CAN HELP YOU" he managed to spit out, with great difficulty. I put a blade to his throat and grabbed his face and made him look at me.

"You can't help me, you're already dead." I said with disgust, and slit his throat. I watched the panic that shone out of his eyes turn to ghostly faint nothing. He was gone, and I had erased his light. I had become a blood driven monster, and nothing was going to stop me. Nothing. Octavia let out a strangled noise and I turned to her and she backed up.

Octavia's POV:

I felt angry when I saw Clarke run into the tunnels, alone, without Lexa or Lincoln. It had just prove my suspicion, and Bellamy's about her eventual betrayal to our sky people. Lincoln once told me not to trust someone with eyes that danced at the sight of blood, and I finally understood what that meant when I looked into Lexa's eyes. She was a poison that I couldn't understand and maybe that's what scared me. She got closer to Clarke, and manipulated her with the eye's of a monster. I saw Clarke, and simply was disgusted. She let her heart blind her of what had to be done, and now we were practically on a suicide mission to save Bell and the others.

After yelling at Clarke about Lexa, the bomb, and Tondc I felt ashamed in myself. I could tell she felt hopeless, and disappointed in herself because her actions were opposite of the Clarke I had come to know. She was being reckless, as if she didn't care if someone caught her. She wanted to be free of all her burdens. Hopefully this was the way to slay her demons. When I saw Clarke looking at Lexa without her noticing, I thought she was simply studying the Commander, to find out her weaknesses. Every time I caught Clarke looking at her, she looked embarrassed, as if she didn't realize her eye gravitated toward the Leader. When Lexa looked at Clarke, she almost looked like she was memorized, lost in time. I felt sick, and shuddered when I came to the conclusion they might have actually genuinely loved each other. I opened the door, and looked at Clarke and felt so guilty for what I had said to her, and she looked back at me, trying to figure out my motives. Clarke wasn't stupid. She took the first step in the Bunker.

We got into Mount Weather and the smell of rust overpowered me, and stunned me for a second. I looked over at Clarke and she was more focused on her hand on the grey walls then the blood that was everywhere. What had gotten into her? She was clearly distracted, not even in this world, lost in a memory or thought. I looked into a room and called her over to me. It broke her from dream land and she ran over and whispered something about the cameras.

I opened the door and we crawled in, I was scared there was a guard by the wall we couldn't see and they would shoot us as we came in. I held my breath and to my relief, there was a guard sleeping in the chair by the wall that was hidden. I whispered to Clarke to avoid him, and continued to around the room. It was overwhelming for someone who lived under the floor. It was huge, and I remember a story that Bell told me about the guard post room, and how all the guns hung on the wall. Was this how the Ark felt to the others, because I couldn't help but feel like an alien. It didn't feel like a place I could live.

On the left wall was full of cameras and and on the north wall it held tables of battle maps and odd statistics written everywhere. I looked back into the camera and saw was was written "LEVEL 5" in the corner and saw Bell being beaten by a guard. My stomach dropped and I was livid. I heard a bang behind me that raised every hair on my body, my breath felt knocked out of me, and I turned to see Clarke holding the guard with a knife to his throat. I couldn't speak, my mouth dry, frozen in fear.

I didn't even have time to stop her, before she slit his throat. I opened my mouth but a strangled cry came out of it, and I lunged to throw Clarke against the wall.

"WHAT ARE YOU THINKING, THEY WILL KNOW SOMEONE DID THAT CLARKE, HOW COULD YOU RISK OUR PEOPLE LIVES" I said viciously. I couldn't let her know I had been afraid, I had to be strong. I looked into her eyes, and saw the Clarke I know fade. Her bright blue eyes had become dull, and lifeless, and I shook her. "GET IT TOGETHER, GOD DAMMIT WE'RE ALL COUNTING ON YOU"

She looked at me and simply said Okay, and I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I let her go and pulled out my knife and hid behind the door. War was coming, and I had to be prepared to kill, unlike Clarke, who was waiting blood the second Lexa left.