Hi, so I haven't updated this in a while, but I got a little bout of inspiration so I thought I'd just throw this up here. I don't really know if I'll be updating this frequently from this point on, this might just be a one-off but I had some free time, so here you go!

Let me know what you think!


She ran through the forest, like a vicious animal on the hunt, unrestrained and lethal to anyone who crossed her path. She could feel her clothes catch on branches, but she paid no mind to it.

Or rather, she really had no mind to pay to it.

She was a shell, an empty husk of the being she once was. They'd ruined her and rebuilt her to be the perfect monster; any trace of Clarke Griffin was gone.

Her feet pounded against the wet earth in a frantic rhythm as she tripped and stomped over roots and rocks. What was left of her mind could only register one fact: deliver the message and be rewarded. There was only one reward she desperately craved, would kill for, and even though she was on a high, her body couldn't help but shake with anticipation at the thought of the next.

Deliver the message and be rewarded. Deliver the message and be rewarded.


Bellamy couldn't relax. No matter how much he tried to focus on his surroundings, no matter how many times Kane approached him with a hand on his shoulder and told him to focus. He couldn't.

It all felt wrong; they were close to Mount Weather, but the forest was too quiet. He was waiting for an onslaught of acid fog, or men in hazmat suits with rifles, but nothing came. Bellamy was always on edge, but this made him feel like he was dangling over it.

"Something's not right," he said quietly to Kane, who stood beside him as they led the group. "We're close, but it's too quiet."

"The closer we get to Mount Weather, the closer we get to your friends."

"You don't get it," Bellamy shook his head, then smirked and added, "Yet."

Kane smiled at this, but his attention was quickly pulled away when one of the guards approached and told them that they lost transmission on the walkies. Bellamy felt his stomach drop; that had happened just as they'd lost Monty, what felts like weeks ago.

"Keep everyone at a shouting distance, no one strays far enough away that we can't see them."

"Yes, sir."

Bellamy knew they were way too close now, but going back wasn't an option. The mountain men were drawing them in for some reason, that was the only conclusion he could come to. The only thing that could make it clearer was if they posted a sign that said 'Welcome, intruders!' It was driving him crazy.

The only person who he knew would feel the same way was locked in that mountain. He knew Clarke would feel the same way, one look passing between them would tell him all he'd need to know. But she wasn't with him, and every time he thought of her he felt like there was a gaping hole in his chest. She was the perfect counter to his quick temper, the only person he let talk back to him without physical retaliation, and he'd gotten accustomed to her being in his space.

Something in the distance caught his attention, and when he focused on it, he began to wonder if he was delusional. Was that Clarke, or was he delusional enough for his mind to conjure up a hallucination of her running toward him? No, it wasn't a delusion, because he heard the sound of guns shifting behind him; the rest of his party had seen her too.

"Don't fire! DO NOT SHOOT!" he yelled at them as he ran forward to meet her halfway, his heart beating wildly in his chest. She escaped, she's okay. His vision tunneled, until she was the only thing he could see, charging toward him at a dangerous speed. He didn't care if she knocked his teeth out in their collision, she's be in his arms in seconds and that's all his mind could process.

He slowed until he stood twenty yards from her, bracing himself for the impact of their reunion. She was getting closer, he could make out her features now; something seemed off, but he wasn't mindful enough to give it a second thought. Maybe it was because her eyes seemed too bright, almost maniacal. Or maybe, it was the animal like snarl that warped her features. He didn't really care what it was.

That is, until her hands were gripping his throat.


A/N: Can you say cliffhanger? I definitely have to update this now, I can't leave you hanging I know! Your feedback really helps me though, so let me know what you think will happen, or what you think of my writing in general!