The Light In the Darkness {Clexa endgame}

Chapter 3 - Clarke

I didnt let go until the sky slowly began to fade into dawn. I looked up, startled, and then quickly back down at Wells. I leaned back onto my haunches as I took in his dead and cold body. I wiped my nose as I tried to figure out what to do. There was no way I could go back home. I had killed Jahas only son. The next Alpha. I was a dead woman if I stepped foot anywhere near Main Street once they found his body. That wasnt something I could risk right now.

I got up shakily to my feet and searched for his keys that were in the ruins of his pants. I found them and walked unsteadily to the trunk of the car. Lifting the lid, I saw everything that I needed to make him disappear for a while. I tried to use my left arm, but it hung uselessly. He had shattered my shoulder. So, painfully and slowly, I took out several heavy free weights from the trunk and took them to the ponds edge. I went back to the trunk and grabbed rope and a knife. Dropped them by the weights and I dragged his body closer to the edge. Meticulously, I tied the weights on him and started pulling him into the pond. Almost immediately, he sank, but I knew that I had to take him further out before he would be deep enough. Slowly, I continued to drag him deeper and deeper. Even when the water was over my head, I still dragged him. When it became too difficult and I couldnt hold my breath any longer, did I finally stop and swam up to the surface.

I swam to shore and laid there for awhile, catching my breath and trying to keep from passing out. When my vision cleared and I could breath normally, I sat up. I looked out over the pond and saw that it was undisturbed. A light breeze picked up and I watched, unthinking, as the pond rippled across the surface.

I sighed as time was moving onward and I contemplated what I had to do. I knew that I couldnt return to town without Wells and I knew that I needed something believable that would keep suspicion off of me. I looked around the place and my eyes landed on last nights meal. An idea formed in my head and before I could back down, I got up and forced myself to do something that was so reprehensible, so vile, so wrong, but at the same time, would keep me safe.

I had screamed myself raw by the time I was done, but it wasnt over yet. Resolutely, I grabbed a rock and taking a deep breath, smashed it against the side of my head where Id hit the window. My vision became blurry immediately, but I hit myself one more time before I dropped it and staggered towards the pond. I waded in until the water crested my breasts. I turned around and proceeded to swim and then crawl onto the edge where I finally collapsed. The darkness crept up and I succumbed to it. My last thought. My last prayer was that it would keep me safe.