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Sometimes I wish that life came with an instruction manual. Sounds pretty stupid I know, but at least maybe then certain things that have happened in my life could have been spared or prevented, hell even changed for the better. However, there is no easy solution, shortcut or ways through life despite how much I and probably everyone else in the world wished there was. In simpler terms, life's a bitch until you die. Still we all must be a bunch of masochists for living life despite its hardships.

It was a losing battle. Clarke knew it from the start when she tried to escape Emerson and the two began their fighting. He clearly overpowered her, both in strength and fighting experience, and it didn't help the fact that she was at disadvantage with her recent injury and lack of hand-to-hand combat either. Still she was too determined and too stubborn to give up even though her body is literally screaming life and death pain to stop fighting.

Ignoring the crushing pain, she forced Emerson against the wall the best she could, hoping to tip the balance a little between them and gain some kind of opening. First thing I need to do is to get the hell out of his grasps. Then I guess I will make up a plan as I go. Not exactly the best thought-out plan in the world, but better than following Emerson's plan.

Without a second more to hesitate or second-guess on her decision, she leaned over and pierced her teeth as hard as she could into his arm that was holding her contained. He screamed like a banshee and released his grip on her. Not wasting the opportunity she spun around and gave him a kick to the side to his head or something rather before she quickly headed towards the same window that Monty had escaped from. She climbed out the window without looking back to check on Emerson or whether he decided to abandon his plan to torture her and simply killed her instead. Her only thought and main concern at the moment was to get as far away from him as possible and not to put any more danger towards innocent people in the process. I have never been very faithful or religious, but I hope and pray that if there is a god out there, please protect the innocent people here in this town, in this hospital. I don't want more deaths and blood on my hands because someone is trying to kill me. And if god is merciful then please no matter what, don't take Bellamy and my friends away from this world. The deed for my actions, for Maya's actions, should be mine to pay. Not our loved ones.

After receiving Monty's desperate call for help or as he would call it the phone call of doom, Bellamy quickly gathering the information up from the floor and ordered everyone to get to the car. Lincoln and Miller took and understood the message behind his order, which was perfect because he couldn't bring himself to explain that once again Clarke was in trouble, life-threatening trouble he might add. Unfortunately Raven, Jasper and Octavia wasn't at all that understanding to his unexplained behavior, which showed clearly when his sister put her heels to the ground and refused to move.

"Bellamy, what the hell is going on?" Octavia asked, with a hint of exasperation and rebellion in her voice. She crossed her arms and stared into his eyes like a predator ready to make its kill. "Who was that on the phone? And why are we leaving and heading towards what seems like a situation where the town is on fire or something?"

Pretty close actually, although I probably shouldn't compare a life-threatening danger towards Clarke in the lines of the town being on fire, since Octavia is most likely still in hell or maybe in limbo at the moment regarding her feelings and issues towards Clarke. Bellamy thought quietly to himself while wondering whether or not he was going to humor her with the truth or not, which in his honest opinion he didn't have time for at the moment. He sighed heavily, "Look, Monty called. Something has happened with Clarke at the hospital and we seriously need to go and help her."

Then before Octavia managed to get the chance to argue, complain or do all the above he pushed her out the door with his hand on her back, with Raven and Jasper following closely behind them. Miller had already the car running and Lincoln locked the gallery door behind them and stepped into the car. One by one, they all got into the car and Miller started driving in the direction of the hospital, meanwhile Octavia began asking the obvious yet frustrating questions that Bellamy really really didn't have the patience to answer since he was out of his mind concerned about Clarke and her damn safety.

"What happened, Bell? Why are we the ones driving and diving into danger? Shouldn't the police be involved besides you two?"

"We can't have the cops involved." Bellamy answered, using very strength in his body not to lose his temper and growl at his sister. Especially when it is the cops that is trying to kill her. Everyone in the car including Miller who was actually driving and should keep his eyes on the road turned to look at him, with this confused and seriously what-the-hell look on their faces. "Why can't we involve the cops? Do you know something we don't?"

Clearly. His frustration was growing more and more and finally he had enough to he shouted out, frustrated and angrily, "Oh for crying out loud! Isn't it obvious? Considering the fact that nothing happens in this town without the police department knowing anything about it, it is obvious that Pike must have made a deal with whoever was in charge of the facility, getting paid for their silence and cooperation to keep their activities hidden and shut from the public. I mean, how else could Mt. Weather's research been able to keep what they were doing so secret without help from the outside?"

There was a short silence until Raven leaned back in her seat, with her arms crossed against her chest, and snorted sarcastically. "Seriously? First of all, you really shouldn't give the police department that much credit. I mean do you know how many times we managed to outsmart you? Hell, Clarke managed to outsmart and piss you off on your first day on the job when you arrested her and she had Octavia bail her out. Secondly, other than what you just said how do you know if the police was at all involved when there was no clues in Clarke's files that indicated that they did?"

"Think about it…how could anyone know what Clarke was working on at the time? We all know how professional and secretive she is about keeping privacy towards the clients that hired her, so how could this whole town had known about Mt. Weather and her supposed role in it? Also, why didn't Clarke go to the police after it the massacre happened or after Maya was killed?"

"We still don't know if she wasn't killed inside the mountain. Nothing indicates that she didn't die of anything else than radioactive gasses entering her system!" Octavia argued fiercely, too stubborn and too determine to admit that his questions brought up the doubt that couldn't be explained by the circumstances they knew about alone. "How can you possibly believe in such a radical theory without proof or evidence to back you up?"

Because I know…when you love someone you just know. Bellamy thought to himself, with confidence and belief. She still cries and has nightmares of Maya's death, probably have nightmares of all the deaths she caused because she was cornered and left to make a terrible decision just in order to protect them, and that alone proves that something must have happened that pushed her to comply to the threat that has been made even though it went against everything she believed and wanted.

"Because she told me."

The sudden statement caught everyone off guard, especially him, and they turned to see Jasper who during this whole time since he read out Maya's had stayed quiet in the background and listened to the on-going fighting that was happening in front of him. What the hell did he mean that she told him? "Before she was shot, she told me about that she wanted to do the right thing and that she couldn't tell anyone, remember I told you this back at the hospital, Bellamy?"

He nodded, still not understanding what he was trying to convey with this, but stayed quiet and allowed him to continue his statement. "Go on…"

"Right, what I probably didn't tell you, and along the way forgot about considering everything that went down, was that she mentioned something about 'I should have known they would try this' and I didn't really think about it properly at the time, especially since she denied answering me when I asked about it and only said that they were nobodies. But now I think that maybe she was talking about whoever besides the people in charge of Mt. Weather, especially since she talked about them in present tense, meaning that they are still around as we speak. So unless everyone from the facility magically gained the ability to rise from the dead, I think Bellamy is right about what he is saying."

Once again everyone were quiet, confused and uncertain how to take this revelation, but somehow he managed to snap out of it and realized that if he didn't have police power to back him up in order to save Clarke then he had to use everyone he could spare and who might be willing to help him with no question or hesitation as to why.

So he pulled out his cell phone, pushed in the number, waited and then said instantly when the call was connected, "Where are you right now?"

The response he received on the other line was a sarcastic chuckle followed by, "And a hello to you too. As for your question, I'm on my way home, just a few blocks away from the hospital. Why do you ask?"

Okay, okay, that's good. Now please don't be an ass over what I am about to ask you to do. "Go to the hospital, find Monty, or if you should get unlucky enough help Clarke. She's in trouble."

Murphy snorted in the most un-charming way that was possible. "Clarke's always in trouble. So what else is new?"

"Please just go!" Bellamy snapped, losing all self-control he had left. "According to Monty, there is a killer after Clarke and the chances are not great concerning either her or anyone else inside. So do me this favor and help until I get there."

Seconds went by before Murphy finally answered a short yet almost carefree manner. "Okay, see you when you get there." Then he hung up the phone, leaving him to bark out orders to Miller to speed up unless they wanted him to drive. And considering what happened the last time he drove in a similar high-stress situation Miller easily complied and stepped up the speed.

The ledge seemed bigger before, but right now it barely makes room for one of my feet. Adding that unexpected factor with the pain and the blood that was soaking through my bandage where I had been shot, things weren't looking so great at the moment. Clarke held as tight grip on whatever was available on the wall as she slowly walked towards the fire escape, meanwhile hoping and praying not to look down beneath her and fall down. However she suddenly felt someone grabbing her leg and pulling her down, which was successful since she lost her balance and only by pure luck managed to hold onto the ledge and the sharp edges from a window frame. She turned around and saw Emerson behind her, who had managed to follow after her and now was hovering over her, ignorant to the dangerous situation they both found themselves and fully focused on his path of revenge regardless if he was going to get full-out suffering or not.

She tried pushing and crawling away from him, without losing her grip and fall down from the ledge in the process, but nothing worked. Emerson on the other hand punched her several times in the face before his hands were around her neck, crushing her air pipes, uttering sinisterly into her ear. "You spoiled my plans, but I guess I should settle with killing you slowly and in pain rather than shooting you down like I was ordered to do. I will forever treasure the sight of the life being drained out of you."

Tears were building up in her eyes, yet she refused to let them fall down her cheeks. In honest opinion, she was scared, heck even terrified. She didn't want to die, although most certainly deserved it. How foolish could she have been to believe keeping secrets and telling lies was the best way to protect everyone?

Apparently a big one considering the mess she has made for not only everyone else, but also to herself. Still she just stared at him, with a sharp and stubborn gaze, refusing to close her eyes and accept death in his presence. He didn't deserve it nor should he get the joy out of seeing her give in during the every end. Her thoughts wandered, images of Bellamy, Octavia, Lincoln, her mom appeared and her sight started to blur.

This is the end. Clarke knew it, the odd were against her and there wasn't much she could do about it. There is still one thing I can do. If I can't live and protect my friends from Pike, then at least I will protect them from the cruel suffering I'm sure Emerson is bound to do once he have gotten rid of me.

So she made one last reckless decision that she knew was probably the most foolish and downright insane thing she has ever done, but nevertheless she removed her grip and held on to Emerson as she turned over the ledge with him following her lead.

Bellamy…

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Also I like to add that there are and will be grammar errors in this story, I had forgotten to mention before, and not a perfect writer and I don't have a Beta to fix it for me (which I have no intention on getting anyways), so if people have issues with that then you just have to live with it, okay? I write and release this mainly to entertain you guys as well release some of my creativity.

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Okay, another reviewer asked me some time ago how much longer this story is and I'm happy to tell you that I have recently finished writing the entire thing, which is 33 chapters in total. So I'm going to be releasing the last few chapter more rapidly, about two-three times a week. And as for other news I'm starting on another Bellarke story, so once this one is officially completed I'm hoping to be working on more chapters on it before I release for you guys to read it. Nonetheless stay tuned for more.

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