Chapter 1

The 100 the delinquent files

Clarke and Madi have been on the run for a year from the mysterious mountain men. Just as they think they have found someone who can help them, he is murdered by a strange assassin. But before he dies he tells them that they need to return home and find Bellamy Blake.

This is going to be a super powered the 100 story. I've been think about it for a while and it draws inspiration from a lot of places, so if you see something that you might have seen somewhere else just go with it OK.

Also as always please review the more people review the more I write.

It has been 97 years since the electromagnetic event, which came to be known as the blackout. People had been living in an electric world, but in one moment almost everything that built up that world was destroyed.

Leaving the world changed forever, governments fell new ones took power, corporations and gangs gained influences they never had before. Cities and towns grow or shrank new ones sprang up, others were left abandoned reclaimed by nature, tales of the fantastic became believable again.

There are place that are flush with new technologies, while others are left with what is left from the world before, still others struggle to get by with the most basic things. But things are getting better, the world is being rebuilt a few more generations and things will return to the way they were before. That's the dream this is the reality.

Taiwan

Taipei City

Rain pattered down from the sky in a light but steady shower on an unremarkable street of the city. All manner of people rushed every which way busy with thoughts of their own lives, too busy in fact to notes the sounds that were coming from the storm drain as water poured in through the grate, the metallic sounds of swords hitting each other. Below the street two figures moved back and forth in the shadows of the storm drain, swinging their swords rapidly and each quickly dodging the others blows, each time sending splashes of water flying around the tunnel.

One was shorter and finer than the other who was a tall well-built man. But somehow he was losing ground against his opponent, a dark haired girl who was impossibly quick and agile. Even with all off his years of experience, the man was barely holding on she had already cut him three times he hadn't manged to get her once. Gritting his teeth the man pushed himself forwards not willing to give up but he knew he was tiring where his attacker didn't seem to even be slowing down. In a moment of laxed concentration, he stumbled and in that instant he thought this was the end. But just as the girl raised her sword to strike a killing blow, her sword all of a sudden bent as if controlled by an unseen force.

'Stop' a female voice shouted. Both the man and the girl turned and saw a blond dressed in old warn clothes standing a short distance away from them, her had raised. She didn't look much older than the girl. Curiously standing next to the blond was a smaller younger girl with brown braided hair who couldn't be much more than twelve. 'I don't know who you are, but-' the blond began to say. But before she could finish, the girl pulled a shiny white ceramic knife from her coat and stabbed the man in the chest. 'No!' the blond yelled, running forward as the man slumped to the ground and the girl started running away.

'Madi stay here,' the blond shouted, running past the man, not wanting to let the girl get away. 'Stay with him. He can't die.'

'Ok,' she said rushing forward. She pulled the old looking hat off her head and knelt down, clasping it to the man's wound pushing down on it hard. Smiling slightly through his long thick beard, the man grasped her hand with one of his and pushed down as well trying to help. 'Clarke!' Madi began, seeing all the blood. She turned her head, but all she saw was her back as she ran after the girl.

Clarke was careful to keep sight of the girls back. It was hard she was very fast, but Clarke knew that was something you needed to do when you were chasing someone. A few minutes of tense running passed like this, but then the girl sped around a corner moving out of view. Clarke was now moving around the corner herself however, the moment she did so she saw the girl was standing there ready. Before Clarke could act, using the ceramic knife she slashed it across Clarke's chest, cutting deep in to her flesh. Screaming out, Clarke fell backwards sending blood spurting at the girl who just remained there like some kind of statue.

Landing on the floor with a splash, Clarke looked up at the girls face. She couldn't see much of it in the darkness, but she could tell there was no emotion there. Strange she thought as lights began to pope in her field of sight as they always did when a vision ended. A moment more of pain passed and then she was back just about to run round the corner. She still ran round it, but as she did so she knew exactly how to dodge the girls attack, so this time all she hit was air. Unfazed the girl kept on slashing at Clarke. But she could see the blade now, so she was able to dodge it.

'Who are you?' Clarke tried, but the girl didn't respond. She just kept attacking with that same cold look on her face.

'OK then. Let's do this,' Clarke hissed frustrated. Standing her ground and closing her eyes, letting go of the image of a calm river she was always keeping in her mind, she opened herself up to the world. Clarke expected to start seeing images of herself from the girls prospective or to start hearing her plans of attack as she thought of them. But to her surprise, all she got was a duel sense of desire to attack her lower half. Clarke opened her eyes alarmed. No one had ever been able to shield themselves that well from her before. But it was too late. The knife slid in side her lower stomach before she knew what was happening.

Clarke felt a searing pain as it went in, but before she could think, lights began to pop in her eyes and she realised what was happening. A moment latter her eyes were shut again not even bothering to open them, she moved to the side and the girl stumbled forwards this time. Opening her eyes, Clarke saw the girl looking at her frustrated. The first emotion Clarke had seen the girl show, but it didn't last too long. A minute passed and then her expression became robotic again. In one fluid motion, she pulled herself upright at an impossible speed, pulling what Clarke recognised was a smoke bomb out of her coat.

She scrabbled backwards quickly as the smoke field the tunnel. Clarke thought the girl was trying to use the smoke as some kind of camouflage so she could attack her more easily, so she got ready for it, but the attack didn't come. Slowly the smoke broke apart and Clarke saw to her surprise the girl was gone.

'What?' she said surprised. Rushing forwards panicking now, she need to know things this girl probably knew. But looking around she saw the girl was gone. There were a lot of different tunnel entrances where she was the girl could have disappeared down any of them. Whoever she was she was fast.

'What happened?' Madi asked as Clarke ran back to her and the man who was looking considerably weaker now. 'Who was that girl?'

'I don't know,' Clarke sighed kneeling down. 'But whoever she was she was fast.' Turing her attention to the man now, she started to try and inspect his wound. But as she began to do so, her field of vision began to blur as it sometimes did before a vision.

'Well?' Madi asked a moment latter, hoping for good news she knew what it looked like when Clarke had a vision. But she could tell from the way she was looking at her it was anything but good.

'Look' Clarke said quickly, squeezing the man's shoulder to try and get his attention. 'You haven't got much time. My name is Clarke griffin. The mountain men have been hunting us'.

'I know who you are,' the man said cutting across her coughing up blood sending it dripping down his beard.

'OK,' Clarke said surprised. But she knew from her vision she did have time. 'We have been trying to fight back to figure out what it is they want. Your name came.'

'There's no time,' he said cutting across her again. Every word was clearly agony for him, but he kept speaking. 'You need to go home that's where the fight is now.'

'Why? What fight?' Clarke asked taken a back. This really wasn't going the way she had hoped.

'I'm sorry,' the man spluttered closing his eyes, his voice getting weaker. 'It would take too long. But you have to find him before the mountain men do they'll be after him as well. Together you can beat them.'

'Who?' Clarke pressed, wishing in this moment she had a different ability. 'Who?' she asked again when the man didn't answer.

'His name is Bellamy Blake,' the man sighed. A sigh that Clarke could tell was his last breath. A moment later he was gone. Taking a deep to breath to stop the well of emotion welling up insider her, Clarke laid the man back and stood up. I'm sorry I didn't save you, she thought I should have.

Sighing she turned to Madi. 'Come on,' she said taking her hand as the small girl stood up, clearly trying to hold back tears. 'We need to get out of here,' and with that, they both started running towards what even Clarke didn't know.

USA

Arkadia

'Bellamy wake up,' a gruff voice said firmly.

Opening his eyes, Bellamy saw Lincoln staring down at him. 'Mourning,' he smiled using a deliberately cocky voice. As Lincoln scold at this, he took a moment to evaluate where he was. He seemed to be lying on the living room floor of his apartment he recognised the feel of the carpet on his bare back. He was naked apart from his boxes for some reason. 'Why are you here, Lincoln?' he sighed, easing himself in to a seating position, slightly annoyed his hangover was disappearing so quickly, and giving everything a once over as he did so. Everything seemed in its right places.

Before Lincoln could answer, they both heard Bellamy's bathroom door open and close. Both their heads turned and then Roma walked round the corner, dressed in a rather deshelled looking dress 'Lincoln,' she said shocked seeing him standing there.

'Roma,' Lincoln sighed, clearly annoyed giving Bellamy a meaningful look.

'Well, Bellamy, I'm going,' Roma said a moment latter a little awkwardly. 'Last night was fun, so if you want to do it again, call me.' Smiling slightly now, having said this she turned around and walked out the front door, leaving both of the men staring at each other.

'So you and Roma again?' Lincoln sighed in a disappointed tone.

'Apparently,' Bellamy grinned, getting up and walking over to the kitchen area, moving around the breakfast bar, and opening the fridge so he could get some juice.

'You don't remember?' Lincoln said incredulously following him. 'How drunk were you last night?'

'You know full well how much I have to drink to get drunk Lincoln,' Bellamy said take a gulp from a carton of orange juice and then closing the fridge again. 'How'd you even get in here, anyway?' he asked, taking a seat at the breakfast bar, not bothered that he was naked.

'I have a key, remember?' Lincoln frowned, leaning forwards on the breakfast bar.

'Technically, you have Octavia's key,' Bellamy said defiantly. 'I really should get you to give that back'.

'That's not happening,' Lincoln said quickly, leaning back. 'Now go shower and get dressed,' he added, gesturing behind him. 'I've found you a case.'

'What if I don't want to?' Bellamy said, frowning. He didn't like it when Lincoln got like this when he was like this, it seemed like he thought he could tell him what to do.

'Get up Bellamy!' Lincoln shouted, giving him a shove which had no effect, but that didn't stop Lincoln. 'You wanted to be a private detective,' he continued 'and how you make rent is by getting cases working for people who are willing to pay you, which is what I have found you'.

'Whatever,' Bellamy sighed, getting up and heading in the direction of the bathroom. 'You know, just because O died, doesn't mean you need to keep doing this,' he said as he went.

'Unfortunately, it kind of does,' Lincoln said his voice still razed 'Especially since you are trying to drink yourself to death despite that being literally impossible'.

'I'm not trying to kill myself, Lincoln' Bellamy called, walking around the corner Roma had appeared from. 'I'm not that pathetic'.

Lincoln sighed, looking around Bellamy's mostly pristine ordered apartment, a sign of his time in the military. He was right he wasn't really worried about that kind of thing anymore. Things were actually getting better, but Bellamy still wasn't the man he had been when he had first been introduced to him by Octavia. As he remembered that day and how intimidating Bellamy had been-he had not been impressed by the age gape between him and Octavia-his eyes fell on a picture bastioned on a book case. It was of the whole gang, him, Octavia, Bellamy, and Raven. Smiling slightly, he walked over so he could get a better look at it.

They were all in the drop ship before the renovation, so it must be relatively old. Looking closer, he saw that he was dressed in his officer's uniform, so it was before he had been promoted. Raven was standing freely, no brace, next to Bellamy with his arm wrapped around her waist, so they were probably still together in this photo. Bellamy was dressed in all his gear minus the mask. It all looked shiny and black still new the white of the Japanese symbol for Ronin clearly visible on his chest. He was smiling as well, something he didn't do too much anymore.

His eyes crossed to Octavia now. She was smiling as well they were hugging each other tightly in photo. He looked at her there and sighed wishfully. She looked very good in the red dress she was wearing. 'O,' he said realising now when this photo had been taken they had taken it after they had stopped Diana and her cronies blowing up some charity gala. It had been there first real success as a team. In the beginning it had just been Bellamy and Octavia trying to clean up the factory district. But then Raven had got involved, after that it had been him. They had all made a really good team. Hands down, it had been one of the best times of his life. He should have known it wouldn't last.

'I miss you,' he said touching Octavia on the photo lightly. 'But whatever happens, I promise I won't give up on your brother. I know it's what you would want.' Pulling his hand away after a moment's thought, Lincoln gave a large sigh. He wished so badly things could be different. With that, he turned around and went to see if Bellamy was ready.

Ok there we are I hope you enjoyed this and if you did please review the more people review the more often I'm likely to work on this fic.