, she couldn't even manage to close her eyes after putting Clarke in doctor Tsing's hands. When she awoke in the morning, she found herself out of bed quicker than anyone else, throwing on whatever random outfit she could find, before she rushed into the hallway. Anastasia erratically pressed the button to the elevator stepping in, watching it drop to the medical level.

Anastasia hoped just for a minute someone would let her in to see Clarke. All she wanted to know is that she was okay, Anastasia couldn't help by feel that Clarke's plans we're all to show Anastasia and the others that the mountain men weren't to be trusted. It dug into Anastasia as the thought of it made her feel responsible for the length Clarke went. Anastasia lost hope in Clarke so easy, and just because she knew entertaining Clarke's ideas would keep her trapped in the idea that Bellamy was alive and that meant she wouldn't be able to move on, she would be just like Clarke.

Anastasia banged on the door to the medical room, her fist hammering the door, as the aching feeling stung when there was contact.

"Hello?" She heard from behind her in a soft voice, quivering. Anastasia turned to find a women holding up a clipboard pressed into her fingers, a white lab coat around her shoulders, a keycard predominately upon her coat pocket.

"I want to see my friend" Anastasia stated, not making her statement a question, because she knew she would see her.

"I'm sorry" the women spoke, "Only patients in medical" she replied spitting out the same memorized motto that she had heard from doctor Tsing.

Anastasia gazed down the the composer of the women standing in front of her. From the moment, the women began speaking she knew she couldn't get her way into the medical room, with a cut or injury of some sort. Anastasia began wondering, maybe Clarke was right about the medical level of the mountain. Taking in her stature, Anastasia knew she could take out the women easily, most of the people in the mountain, excluding the guards, weren't strong. From her time in the camp, the type of person Anastasia had to be was a warrior, a fighter, and even Anastasia's weak attempt at one was enough to overpower the women standing in front of her.

"Of course" Anastasia spoke, shining her princess smile, which was just another fancy word for fake.

Anastasia turned away from the door heading towards the women, who seemed to hold a defensive pattern the closer Anastasia got to her. Without a moments thought, Anastasia pushed the women aside gripping onto her keycard, ripping it off of her, as the women continued the fall down. The fall didn't knock her out, as the women slowly crawled her self to pull herself up, as she pressed a radio button, discreetly whispering into it.

Anastasia didn't even take time to listen to her as she ran towards the door swiping the keycard against the sensor, pushing the concrete door open. Her eyes scanned the room, the scene before her rocked her to her very core. Her fingertips holding the door back from slamming upon herself loosened as she walked further into the room unfazed by the slam of the door behind her. The medical room was most vacant, and the beds that were taken up, the patient was asleep or some form of it. Anastasia knew first hand that they could send someone asleep , sedition, seemed viable that they would used it on patients they are operating on.

The lack of blonde curls in the room, frazzled Anastasia, as she began pacing. She couldn't focus on anything, that was until her eyes met the face of the man she noticed to had suffered the burns. She could tell by the way he seemed to be hurt, the side of his face and arm, that differed from the seemingly untouched side. The thing was, Sergeant Langston he seemed fine, looked normal, the horrific appearance he displayed earlier was almost gone leaving a few minor parts on his body.

Anastasia took steps forward towards the body. She kept on wondering, if Clarke was right, that Sergeant Langston had healed, than maybe her suspicions were from a place of facts. Anastasia eyes immediately feel to what they called the dialysis shut, but it seemed to hold a bigger purpose among the walls of the medical room.

Tubes connected to the two groves in it that was left vacant on the body they saw earlier, a red liquid continuously flowed through the tubes, almost making Anastasia believed that the outer color of the tube was red. That was until a step back reveal the true clearness of the tube, confirming that the red was the liquid that flowed from the the walls into the tubes into the body of Sergeant Langston. He seemed peaceful, at rest, as he was being experimented on.

Anastasia couldn't believe her eyes, and she didn't want to her theory on what the red liquid might be, be true. Anastasia eyes followed the tubes, as she walked further towards the steel wall on the left side, one door laid in the middle of it, as the tubing pouring the red liquid disappears behind it. Anastasia placed her hands on the handle of the door, she pulls on it as it lacks, not giving in. Anastasia grunts in frustration pulling on it once again, this time harder, still meeting with resistance.

"Goddamn!" Anastasia cried out pushing on the door in frustration, pounding into the metal. As her voice carried through the silent walls of the medical room.

"Get her!" She heard a rushed voice yell in a assertive tone. Anastasia snapped her head around to see guards stacked up, with Dr.Tsing standing in front of them with two people dressed in doctor's coats standing beside her. The guards rushed after her, while Anastasia turned around and began furiously pulling, punching, and pushing on the door, trying to get it to open, noticing it as her only escaped. Soon enough she couldn't use her arms to pound anymore, as two guards grabbed them and pulled the arms behind her back. They turned her around as she faced the doctors, as Anastasia thrashed under the guards containment, flinging her legs up wildly, "Hold her!" Doctor Tsing screamed as her figure was blocked by the two doctors.

The guards tightened there grip on her, squeezing her arms causing her to feel the circulation stop at her wrist. She winced at the pain, taking her mind off the sudden fear just for a second which was enough for one of the doctors steady her neck, flipping it to one slid. Out of the corner of her eyes she could she the other doctor approached the exposed part of her neck with a sharp needle, like the one that was put in her when she was stuck in the decontamination room before. Instead of a quick movements that caused her to fall asleep, this time the input seemed slow and methodical.

There was a buildup as the doctor squeezed down on the syringe, liquid squirting from the needle, as it aims at her neck, slowly pressing it into her skin as it passed through the epidermis, then the dermis, and finally the hypodermis. Anastasia could feel as the needle sticked into a vein before the liquid oozed out of it. The immediate action was still there as Anastasia feel to the floor no longer needing the guards to restrain her. The place seemed to fog up before it turned all black.

Black

That's all she saw, it covered everything from the ground beneath her to the surrounding walls. When she looked into the distance everything, black loomed over. Anastasia couldn't help but wonder if the absence of color surrounded her, then why could she see her hands, legs, and clothes. That part of her eye line wasn't black, her skin held it's tan color, with splashes of olive undertones gleaming in the hidden light. Black lines floated into her point of view every time she moved her head, the strains of her thick hair hit her face. Causing Anastasia to brush the hair behind her ear. Her hands, bruised, and scarred showing all the history she's been through, everything that scared her, pushing her farther from her old life. Her hands danced along the hemline of her dress, a grey, beaten dress. A dress that seemed all to familiar to her. Anastasia held to the dress harder, not believing that the fabric pressed in between her fingers was apart of her reality. These dresses didn't belong on the Earth, the color vibrating through the planet kept the grey fabrics up in space, but somehow this dress was placed over her body, compressed together with her, resisting to the tug and pulls from Anastasia. She was took focused on the dress to notice the black escaping to fold into the hallways of her old home, The Ark.

"Chancellor!" She heard a rough voice shout, echoing, causing her head to jut up from the dress, meeting with the scene of The Ark in front of her. Anastasia fell speechless, running over the walls pressing her hands into it. Grasping the ridges of the walls, causing her hands to bounce up and down at the unevenness of the walls, "Chancellor?" The voice called again this time bewildered tone, she could hear the footsteps of heavy boots step closer, echoing through the whole hallway. Her eyes scattered up meeting with a blurred face topped with the guard's get-up, "Chancellor Kane, the council is waiting for you, it's time" The guard pulled her away from the wall fumbling up the hallway feeling the pressure against her. Anastasia barely understood what the guard was talking about, her mind was still hazy, her peripherals cloudy. Anastasia could only focus on the objects in her direct line of sight.

"Excuse me" Anastasia uttered pulling back on her arm, meeting the blurred face again. Even though his face was swirled to the point of understanding, she could feel the confused look he was shooting her with, as he stopped along with her.

"We must go" the guard urged her along, "We don't have time for games" the words came out condescendingly.

"Please" Anastasia begged pulling her arm back again, latching onto his hand breaking the contact feeling her hands beat to the swollen pain caused by the tight grip, she groaned latching onto her hurt hand. Her eyes back at the guards, "you called me Chancellor?" She questioned him, letting go of her hand as the pain still slightly radiated through.

"What else am I supposed to call you?" The guard let out, in a responding confused tone.

"Why Chancellor?" She blurted, "I'm not Chancellor" she stated gesturing to herself.

"What is up with you today?" The guard asked, "I guess this is what happens when your leader is a teenage girl" he mumbled grabbing her hand again, "You want answers little girl?" His condescending tone carrying through the conversation, "I can't give you any" he stated pulling her forward with force, "The council who is waiting for you, can" he bluntly put yanking her towards the door situated at the end of the hallway, "Got questions" he said clearly not in a questioning tone, "Ask them" he put standing her in front of the door.

Anastasia's hand gripped the door, as she slowly turned the doorknob. She had no idea of what laid beyond the door but yet she also had a complete idea of what laid beyond it. The door opened and all the council members sat in their perspective seats, leaving one spot, where Chancellor Jaha sat, empty.

"Glad you could finally join us, Chancellor" Her father sneered, "Take a seat" he added pointing to the empty spot. Anastasia turned around expecting Jaha to be behind, as she sat in on another one of the meetings. No one stood behind her, "Anastasia, now or never, this isn't the only thing we have to do today" Anastasia flipped her head back to see the council's eyes on her. She tepidly walked towards the empty chair at the top of the room, hearing the stomp of her boots echo over the increasingly quiet room. She sloped down in the chair, as the eyes of the entire council were on her.

"What's going on?" Anastasia questioned, bringing confused looks from around the table.

"Come on now sweetie, we've put this off too long, I understand that many of these people are your friends but laws are laws" Her father uttered, as the digital files were dropped in front of her. She opened the first one to find Clarke's picture, along with her crime that got her put into the skybox along with it.

"What is this?!" She shouted looking up to find Clarke staring at her placed at the other end of the table.

"It's her time, pardon or float" Her father whispered catching the attention of Abby across the table, a pain struck face as she sat before her daughter.

Pardon, of course the answer was pardon to Anastasia, that's the only answer she could think of at the moment. Watching Clarke's face as she sat at the brink of death was hurting her, Pardon, was the only way to stop it.

"Float!" The words escaped Anastasia mouth before she knew what was going on, she gripped herself looking around at the faces before her. The guards swept Clarke up ushering her out of the room. Anastasia felt helpless, as the panic washed over her as she watched Clarke carried out of the room. Anastasia turned to Abby with her head hanging low.

"Now you're acting like a chancellor" Her father smiled grabbing the first file off of the top, with the next one in front of her.

"I don't want to do this!" Anastasia shouted tears on her waterline.

"You're doing this!" Her father yelled back, flipping the file open.

"Oh god" Anastasia gasped as she recognized the face, the dark curly haired boy she fell for. She didn't want to look back up, peeling her eyes to find Bellamy standing in front of her restrained by two guards.

"Ana?" Her father questioned watching her erratic behavior.

She watched his cold face wash over her, his eyes giving no emotion towards her.

"No!" She shrieked, "No!"

"Float him!" Her father yelled.

"This is her decision, Marcus" Abby replied

"She's clearly scared of him" Her father uttered back, "And I'm not surprised, he did kill Jaha"

"Anastasia" Abby's calming voice spoke, "float or pardon?"

Anastasia didn't want to speak, feeling that the same thing would happen with Clarke. She couldn't sentence Bellamy to death.

"Float!" Fell out of her mouth, as her jaw was dropped, the guards nodded moving frantic Bellamy out of the room. Anastasia fell into a full panic attack, gasping for air, as she pushed her chair out of her way, running after the guards. Meeting them at the doors, as the settled Bellamy while they prepared the settings.

"Oh, Chancellor" one of the guards said, "I didn't know you would want to watch" the doors opened, as the sent Bellamy out as she fell into the sky, he disappeared slowly, as he struggled.

"Oh my god!" Anastasia screamed grabbing the doors pounding on the glass.

"Calm down, Ana!" The doctors frantically contained her as the restraints began to loosened. Anastasia looked around her, she was in another white room. The doctors tightened the restraints pulling her down to the bed.

"Where am I?" Anastasia questioned her voice hoarse.

"The psych ward" one of the doctors replied with a scowl.