Hey guys, I just want to point out a mistake I made in chapter 1. I said "Tron DC" when it should be Ton DC (that's the correct way, I looked it up.. unless the massive intake of caffeine I've had is making me see blurry.. which is possible. Well.. I'd hope not since that would be a sign of something medically wro- You know what? I'm going to shut up now) and I despise deleting chapters and what not. Keep in mind I DON'T have a Beta so.. bare with me? Chapter 3. Enjoy.

Clarke made camp at Ton DC, using bits and pieces of concrete to stack on top of each other and used left over materials to build a roof. She built a fire by using a type of wood she knew would burn well and slow. She searched the village by creating her own torch to use as light and gathered up materials she thought would be useful. She didn't find much – most was destroyed by the fire but she did manage to find items she thought she could make into tools. By now, darkness surrounded her and all she could see was a few feet away from the fire that lit the ground. She hadn't caught anything to eat from her day trip and her stomach was growling from hunger. She knew better than to try to hunt at night considering the animals were quick and all she had was her wooden stick and a rusty knife she found on a body. Tomorrow, she would hunt.

For now, the crackling sounds that came from the burning wood in the fire and the noises from insects were all that she heard. She was still inhabited by the loss that was suffered in the village and made an attempt to pay respects to those that were dead. Camping in the place where her guilt and haunted memories began wasn't the most ideal situation, but being surrounded by so much death only fueled her burning desire even more. Tomorrow, her plan would be set in motion but she needed to think everything through. She couldn't simply walk into a village and start making demands about Lexa's whereabouts. She more than likely couldn't walk into a village at all without death staring her in the face. She had to chose her options carefully and make plans that didn't involve her dying before she could settle the fire that was growing inside of her.

She took off her jacket and folded it before placing it on the ground. She then laid her head on her jacket, using it as a pillow, and closed her eyes.

Her thoughts started with watching the missile land and explode on Tondc, hearing the explosion like it was happening at that exact moment. Fear and sadness consumed the better half of her thoughts as she replayed the memory inside her head. For once, her stomach didn't twist into an agonizing knot like it use to – before she decided what her knew plan was. She replayed the words Lexa told her before they made their escape and seeing her face, hearing her words, caused Clarke to become more angry by the second. It made wanting to see her blood drip from her limp body much more desirable.

Then her thoughts traveled to the moment she pulled the lever that killed Mount Weather. She remembers the command room, how it smelled, how it was lit by the massive computer screen that gave a clear visualization to each room and every level. She replayed the moment her hand touched the cold lever and watched as everyone in level 5 began coughing and how their faces began to deteriorate due to the radiation she let in. She saw Monty's melancholy expression and felt the warmth of Bellamy's hand on top of hers. Still, she couldn't unsee the choking children or the dead corpses that lined the room. Most of all, she couldn't unsee Jasper's expression of Maya's death or how her body was consumed by the radiation.

If Lexa hadn't betrayed her, there's the possibility none of that would have happened. There would have been a fight, a war, between the Grounders, Sky People, and Mountain Men and death couldn't have been avoided. However, there's also the probability that none of that would have happened – that she wouldn't have pulled the lever and had to kill everyone to save her own people. The fight would have been mutual for both parties. Things would have been different. However, that's not how the events turned out and thanks to Lexa, Clarke was forced into a corner where she had to make a decision to be a killer. Clarke once had this illusion she understood where she was coming from by betraying her to save her own people – but that was destroyed. She no longer gave a damn about why Lexa decided to save herself and her people, annihilating the peace between the Sky People and the Wood Clan in the process, and leaving her people to die. Its unforgivable. Punishable by death.

There's something blissfully peaceful about the plan to murder Lexa. There's a feeling inside of her that justifies how wrong going after Lexa actually is, but it's drowned by the guilt and haunting faces of the lives that were lost and that pain is twisted around into an eerie calmness that washes over her as she thinks about the Commander's death, as she thinks about killing her. Revenge? Justice? Satisfying a need to kill? The exact word to call what she wants to do to Lexa doesn't bother her because she doesn't care about putting a label on her actions. There's enough blood on her hands already to completely damn her so why not add a little more? Why not ease her pain? She's tried her hardest to live by what was right, make decisions based off of a moral code to be someone who cares, and do good instead of harm. Now? It doesn't matter. Right or wrong be dammed. There was no right or wrong; no black and white; only a very sizable amount of gray areas that Clarke no longer understood, or cared about. Everything she cared about was gone.

As sleep finally decided to grace her body with its presence, a few last images flashed behind her eyes. Finn, Monty, Jasper, Raven, Abby, Kane, Octavia, and.. Bellamy. She wondered where they were, if they were looking for her and hoped that they wasn't, if they were okay. She admits to herself that she misses them but doesn't regret her decision to leave. They're better off without her. Especially Jasper.

After all, she's knocking on heaven's door by planning to murder the Grounder's Commander.

But she's not afraid.

She's angry.

I know so far the chapters are pretty short but they're going to get longer – I promise. I basically wanted a chapter to describe what Clarke is thinking/feeling. I have a feeling I'm going to piss off Lexa fans but I don't care – I despise the bitch : D.

Thanks for reading.