Screams of panic echoed throughout the halls as I sprinted through them, guards rushing with me, not even noticing I wasn't one of them. Either Cage had done something, or Lexa had killed Clarke.

I had to reach her.

I just had to.

There was no going back I could only run towards the chaos that awaited, hoping she was ok. Guards barked orders, unsheathing swords, throwing shields around, their fear was palpable. My feet pounded against the wood floor each step carrying me closer to her, to the only other girl I could lay my life down for. If that's what it took for Cage to spare her, then so be it. If it meant she could be free, to live a complete life like she deserved, one without struggles, or curses, or pain. One that I knew I couldn't give to her no matter how much I wanted to right now. But one that I could give her through sacrifice. Men and women around were scattering about, running in all directions screaming for one another, dropping onto the floor. Jasper's wine had worked. Some of the soldiers and guards began to lag behind, tired or tainted from the poisoned wine, this was my chance. Around the corner were the doors to the throne room, I glanced up looking at Gina's sapphire as I approached, feeling my heart tug for the princess no one would know. The doors were now in my grasp, I pushed and pulled but they were jammed shut. I could hear the people running inside. I could hear their screams of those trapped.

"Monty where are you?" I mumbled.

"Right next to you." He said. His face came into the light as he slunk out of the shadows.

"I need to get in there." I said, hurling my fist at the door. My hand made a cracking sound as it made contact with the carved face of their vile king, a few of the death jewels chimed as I hit it, their deaths still not forgotten. An emerald fell from it's place, the last king of Mount Weather.

"Lexa is in there Bellamy, I don't know if you could take her."

"No. But Clarke can. I need to get Cage." Monty looked at me, as if debating to take me in or not. He grabbed my wrist again and we were thrust into darkness once more, floating through the small cracks, the shadows of people, the curtains that blocked out the setting sun, we were in. I could see the blood red tapestries and carpets as we began to emerge, Clarke was standing with her back turned, Lexa's throat in her hand. The skin were Clarke had touched was bubbling and turning a sickly pink, yellow pus was being pushed through putrid blisters, her mouth was foaming, blood began to trickle out of her nose, and down her neck as nails pierced through tender flesh.

"You will never harm another soul again." A hissing voice croaked. Was that...was that Clarke speaking? The snakes she had kept most wrapped were now free and biting and spitting their venom at their enemy. Leaving her only eye white and red.

The beast inside had taken over almost completely. She was officially Wanheda in all of her glory.

"Clarke!" I screamed.