Summary:It was a game. To him and to me. But any game have loopholes, and any game can be challenging. My name is Marcel Quinn, I used to be an engineer prodigy before my incident. Now I'm a Delinquent, and I just so happen to be stuck with the person who hated my very soul. Bellamy Blake. Go figure. Bellamy/OC

"We allow our ignorance to prevail upon us and make us think we can survive alone, alone in patches, alone in groups, alone in races, and even alone in genders."

- Mara Angelou

The Game with no Rules – Pilot

The world blurred around me, and it was hazily suffocating. My head tipping backward, clenching my jaw in hopes of my head settling from the swirling the tranquilizer drug those bastard guards had shot me with. They had expected me to go quietly while they fucking snapped a band around my wrist, were they morons or just sadistic assholes?

Cracking an eye open, I grimaced at the florescent light above my head, shining directly in my eyes. I was strapped into a seat, red seatbelts anchoring me tightly. "What the hell?" I groaned, hearing the chattering of other people around my age – which was unusually weird, considering just a second ago I was locked into my cell with the gray walls my only company.

"And she awakens," a voice spoke, adjacent from me and with a snide tone. I lolled my head to the right, taking in the form of a tall, arrogant face that shone with everything except bashfulness and sincerity. His hair was slicked back, brown eyes and freckled face formed handsomely. I was not stupid, and I knew exactly who this person was. "Marcel. It sucks to hell to see you here," Bellamy Blake sneered.

"I could say the same for you, Blake. But frankly, I did miss your charming personality." My eye roll did not go unnoticed in the dim lighting of the shuttle we were in. "Where are we?"

"Falling to earth." He neither sounded excited nor sad. Neutral. "I came for Octavia." He said it as if it was the main objective known to mankind, his face setting in determination to protect his younger sibling. I'd never seen her, but I'd always known of the importance that Octavia held in his heart, of what heart he had, anyways.

"I'm guessing you wearing a guard's uniform has something to do with that?"

Bellamy sent me a pompous smirk. "You could say that." He leaned forward slightly, his hand catching my wrist just as I went to brush an ebony tress away from my face. His grip was tight, and with a little more pressure it would have become painful. "I know you, Marcy. Don't get in my way, and we won't have a problem."

Anger rushed through me like a tidal wave. I ripped away my arm, my face inches from his as my dark green eyes challenged his own almond brown with an igniting glare. I got flashbacks of us laughing, shoving each other around playfully – but then it morphed darkly, his face revealing me a traitor for Ace's death. I bared my teeth. "And I you, Bellamy. You – stay out of my way."

He looked down at me with hate and hostility. "That's not how the game is played, Marcy. There are no rules now."

"But I set the pieces, Blake." I shifted in my seat. "You forget that you can't do anything without me. I was and am the mechanic. Who are you?"

Right before he could respond, the shuttle quaked and shook us dangerously, wrenching my head back painfully against my seat. I grunted, realizing that we had just hit the atmosphere belt, which generally meant we were coming very close to planet earth. I abruptly felt like a wider purpose here, that the counsel had put me on this for a reason. To assist the others.

A TV in the corner, angled so I could just barely visualize it, crackled with static before Chancellor Jaha made his appearance known on the screen. I did not dislike the man, despite the many people he had floated, he was a fair leader albeit I knew I should hold malicious intentions against him for placing me as a Delinquent.

"Prisoners of the Ark, here me now. You've been given a second chance, and as your Chancellor, it is my hope that you see this as not just a chance for you, but a chance for all of us." He continued, "Indeed for mankind itself. We have no idea what is waiting for you down there. If the odds for survival were better, we would've sent others. Frankly, we're sending you because your crimes have made you expendable."

Bellamy chuckled as someone cried out, "You're dad's a dick, Wells," to the Chancellors son that was far in front of us. I scoffed at the comment, but still smiled as other people giggled and laughed. It was only half-true.

"The drop site has been chosen carefully. Before the last war, Mount Weather was a military base built within a mountain to be stocked with enough nonperishables to sustain three hundred people – for up to two years."

"Space bandit strikes again!"

Random people began cheering obnoxiously, causing my attention to waver from the television screen to the boy recklessly floating around. I knew who he was, having heard rumors of the boy who wasted a month supply of oxygen. I realized why he done it, as well, because who didn't want to walk outside in space? I'd done it, although not illegally, and it was an adrenaline rush to be reckoned with – rivaling anything else ever daring.

"These people are idiots," I said evenly, watching as two other loons hastily unsnapped their seatbelts, and a girl demanding they don't for the sake of their safety. "The parachutes will deploy any second."

"Scared, are we, Marcy?" Bellamy turned on me with a vicious grin. "I remember once a time that you would have been the first one to rip off just about anything for a little fun." His suggestions were perverse and disgusting.

I smiled back, but it wasn't a nice smile. "And I remember a time when you weren't an asshole. Hey, but times change, right?" Just as the smile wiped from his face, as well as my own, the shuttle jerked wildly to the left. The three boys that had been floating around went flying in different directions, one of them narrowly missing me and instead crashing against the metal wall behind me.

Sparks and screams filled the air, the terror of crashing and the fear of dying surrounding me in a crescendo of cries. Bellamy had white knuckles as he gripped his seatbelts, and I was certainly none the better.

When everything fell silent and we were all washed in a blanket of darkness, I breathed a shaky sigh of relief. Heights were surely not my fear, but falling was one. After seeing Ace fall, he was – it was terrible. I hope he never hit the atmosphere belt, because if he did, he would have never hit the earth without being specks of ashes – and that would have been the worst possible scenario for a death.

"Listen," someone announced, "no machine hum."

His friend beside him, who were both strapped to the wall, let out a breathy whoa of awe. "That's a first," he said in pure amazement.

I reached down and began undoing my seatbelt, desiring to stand up on my own two feet. Bellamy had already unstrapped himself and was brushing his uniform off, standing up poised like a leader ready to fall headfirst into battle. I pursed my lips and observed him as he retreated, more than happy to watch him leave. Believe it or now, he was never such a jerk before he'd been charged as a Delinquent and titled a smug jackass.

Everyone's faced appeared eager to see the earth, and having been directly beside the spot that directed you to the lower level of the shuttle, the outer door was almost directly under me. I jumped through the meager space, just as desiring to see the earth for what it was. I'd heard stories and even seen pictures, but nothing could relate as to seeing it with my own two eyes.

I wasn't surprised at all to see Bellamy already instructing people to step back from the outer door, his voice filled with command and 'higher-above'. "Hey, just back it up guys," he told them, waving a hand. I stepped around people, standing to his far left with crossed arms.

"Stop!" A girl abruptly burst through the crowd, and I raised my eyebrows. She was pretty, and I recognized the doctor's daughter from anywhere. Blond hair, blue eyes, she looked like her father – who I used to work alongside with, with my brother. "The air could be toxic," she explained rapidly, concern washing over her expression. Just like her father to worry about everyone else as well.

"If the air's toxic we're all dead anyway," Bellamy shrugged nonchalantly. Well, he had the whole 'optimistic' badass theme going on, ten point to Blake for that.

I snorted and he glared at me. "First breaths yours," I said. "Just so we can prepare ourselves to die and all." Several people around me chuckled at what I had said, causing his narrowed eyes to burn into me even more. The girl revolved her gaze to me fleetingly, and her eyes widened with recognition.

Just as Clarke propped open her mouth to speak my name, a new startled voice filled the air: "Bellamy?" I flicked my gaze over to a girl climbing down the ladder. Oh God, she looked just like Blake that it was almost sickening to see.

For the first time, pride and happiness flashed in his face. As she strolled towards him, uncertain, he spoke. "God, look how big you are." They embraced tightly, her arms coiled around his neck.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Octavia studied him, perplexed. "A guard's uniform?"

"I borrowed it, to get on the drop ship." He smiled, eyes warm. "Someone's gotta keep an eye on you." She returned his beam, hugging him once more.

Clarke blinked her gaze away, which had been on me albeit I had not noticed, and dropped her eyes to Octavia's wrist. "Where's your wristband?" The blond questioned, curious.

The feisty brunette whirled on her, "Do you mind? I haven't seen my brother in a year."

"A year too short," I murmured underneath my breath, leaning against the wall. I was rapidly growing impatient with the reuniting siblings. She had heard my comment, and her eyes flared, but I quickly cut her off. "How about this reunion can postpone until we all get out of those stuffy shuttle? Hugs and kisses with fresh air," I smiled briefly, although it was sarcastic.

"Yeah!" Someone yelled.

"That's Octavia Blake!" Someone recognized. "The girl they found hidden in the floor!"

I hummed as Octavia launched at the person who had spoken those words, but Bellamy swiftly restrained her with an arm around her waist. "Octavia, Octavia no. Let's give them something else to remember you by."

"Yeah, like what?" She broke from his hold, still angered.

His smirk was like the devil, "Like being the first person on the ground in a hundred years." They both shared a similar, familiar smile, before Bellamy pivoted on his heel and grasped the handle that you had to jerk down to release the ramp from the outside. He inclined his head to the side and met my eyes, but it wasn't like a friend looking at a friend – it was an enemy challenging an enemy. He peered at me like he was the predator, and I was the prey – and he was also in for a very rude awakening.

The doors barged open as he clasped the handle and hauled it down, and I stepped forward just as sunlight blasted into my eyes. I squinted and a headache blared in my head from the intense beams, but when I blinked, my vision began adjusting properly.

And what I saw – was green. Lots and lots of green. Lengthy trees reached to the skies I had never seen until now, forestry was laid upon my eyes, waiting for what felt like my presence alone. It was, it was grand and I wished that Ace could be here to see it firsthand.

Octavia took steps down the ramp, eyes wide and mouth propped open in astounding awe. She inhaled through her nose, breathing out the fresh air of oxygen that awaited her senses. We had never breathed in air that wasn't running from a machine in our entire lives, this felt like a new beginning.

She stepped both boot-cladded feet onto the ground, smirking victoriously. Without turning around, she raised both fist in the air, shouting, "We're back, bitches!" Even I couldn't help but release a blatant cheer at how enthusiastic she screamed. Everyone began rushing into the forest, restless and craving to run on earth and enjoy it with all their might.

I stayed where I was, leaned against the opening, watching as most of them made a fool out of themselves. Clarke stepped on the ground as if she savored every inch her boots took up, before settling her gaze on something, and began marching toward it – but not before stopping and turning her gaze to me. "Marcel. Want to join me?" She asked.

I grinned, jumping off the ramp and giving her a huge hug. I hadn't seen her in what felt like years. "Clarke. It's been awhile." I trekked with her into the landscape, my eyes soaking in what earth offered. It was pure beauty.

"Yeah," her breathing wavered. "Just a little while."

I frowned as she rolled out the map that had been in her right hand, studying the lines that meant river. Ridge was written in bold lettering with Mt Weather structured directly beside it. "Is something wrong?" I asked her as her eyes narrowed and her eyebrows furrowed with worrisome musings.

I followed her gaze to the mountain just beyond a river, and my eyes widened in realization. "Oh," I stuttered.

"Why so serious, princess?" A voice inquired unexpectedly between us two, and I whirled around to locate the male. It was the space bandit boy. His smile widened at the sight of me. "Well, at least your making friends," he told Clarke, who had yet to answer. He held out his hand. "Finn."

I hesitated before gripping it firmly. "Marcel."

"Lovely."

"Charming."

He grinned. "I think we'll get along jus' fine, sweetheart." He revolved his attention to Clarke, who was still pinching her lips with concern and was studying the mountain. "Hey, it's not like we died in a fiery explosion."

"Try telling that to the two guys that tried to follow you out of their seats." She quipped, harshly.

He grimaced, but she didn't notice and he attempted to hide it. "You don't like being called princess, do you princess? Does she, sweetheart?" The nicknames were beginning to become not flattering, at all.

I rolled my eyes sardonically, "I can't imagine why."

"Do you see that peak over there?" Clarke gestured. He looked, raising his eyebrows expectantly. "Mount Weathers. There's a radiation full forest between us and our next meal."

"So we did go off course," I huffed with a struggling grin. "Well, go figure."

"They dropped us on the wrong damn mountain." Clarke said, her voice dripping with begrudging anger.

After Clarke and Finn had departed separately, I decided I wanted to explore around myself. The forest was full of unanswered mysteries, and some of the plants I didn't even know the names of.

Dirt and twigs crunched underneath the soles of my boots as I gradually, or reluctantly, traced my steps back toward the drop ship. People were still goofing around and laughing too loudly, but I easily slipped by those people and found myself approaching Clarke and Wells.

"… The communications system is dead." Wells was saying, his expression concealing worry. "I went to the roof, a dozen panels are missing, heat fried the wires." I almost simultaneously saw the tension coating the area between Wells and Clarke, and was surprised by her stiff silence.

"Well, all that matters right now is getting to Mount Weathers," she said softly, gazing away and down at the map.

"I think I could help in that field of department," I hopped onto the ramp, crouching on the heels of my feet.

I startled Clarke, who blinked and jumped at my presence. "Going to Mount Weathers?" She asked.

"Oh, um, no. I mean I could, but I was talking about the communications. I was already thinking about if I could use the leftover fuel from the shuttle to keep the lights and electricity on as long as we can." I sat back and crossed my ankles together, my palms balancing me backwards. "Piece of cake. You head out there, bring back some food, I give us light. We're the heroes, congrats."

She frowned at me. "You'd do it for the favor of others?"

"Clarke, honey, trust me – with people around us like Bellamy, you need the favor of others." I slung myself backward off the ramp, landing squarely on my feet. She gazed at me with shock and a little disappointment. "Don't you worry, Clarke. Just gotta know what you're doing!" I scanned the drop ship. "Where's the access to the roof?"

"Gotta climb, there's a ladder around back." Wells announced, eyes focused on me.

"Ah, fun. I'll see you two around. Don't leave without proper goodbyes!" I pushed my way through the overgrowth of plants and ferns, circling my way around the large structure of the shuttle. I slung myself up the first hung, balancing my weight before making the lengthy climb to the top. The terrain while I was ascending, if possible, became even more celestial. It was just way over my head, no pun intended.

I could only scale the ladder halfway up the drop ship before it ended, and since I was familiar with the design, I knew I had to circle to the front of the shuttle and clamber up the next extension ladder. Placing my hands flat against the small surface that allowed you to scramble over to the front, I used the strength in my arms to tug myself over the ladder and onto the ledge.

It was just wide enough to fit my foot perpendicular to the drop ship, and I carefully used the handles the shuttle provided to lead my around.

I had perfect timing, it seems.

"Screw your father," Octavia sneered at Wells. "What you think you're in charge here? You and . . . your little princess?" She turned her sharp blue eyes to Clarke with distaste.

"Do you think we care who's in charge?" Clarke questioned, ever the innocent one. "We need to get to Mount Weather. Not because the Chancellor said so, but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we'll get and the harder this will be." I had to give her points for the unnecessarily long motive speech, like father like daughter, as they say.

People were gathering around, clustering into groups, listening and whispering to one another. I rapidly realized I was not the only one on the side of the shuttle, especially when Finn crouched to my right, observing the scene from this height.

"How long do you think we'll last without those supplies?" Clarke asked, her voice solemn and serious. "We're looking at a twenty mile trek. Okay? So if we want to get there before dark, we need to leave. Now."

Bellamy curled his bottom lip, and I almost laughed because I knew he was about to say something ridiculous and selfish. "I gotta better idea. You two go. Find it for us. Let the privileged do the hard work for a change."

Most responded with a chorus of, "Yeah!"

"That is the most ridiculous thing I've heard in a long time," I announced, laughing from my position. "And I've heard a lot of stupid stuff."

Bellamy glared, his back stiffening. "How about you join them, Marcy? There's no one here to miss you either."

"That actually hurt, Blake. And I was actually thinking of repairing this hunk-of-junk for you." I tapped on the metal behind me. "You might not miss me, but you will miss electricity," I grinned devilishly.

"You're not listening," Wells said, feverishly gesturing with his arms. "We all need to go."

Someone from behind Wells swept forward and grabbed his shoulder, spinning him around. "Look at this everybody. The chancellor of earth."

People chuckled, amused by the moniker. Wells didn't seem so entertained. "You think that's funny?" He asked, face hardening.

The boy suddenly burst forward and kicked Wells ankle, knocking him to the ground without much effort. Clarke called out, attempting to come to his recuse, but someone restrained her backward. I could not do much from my high position, I could drop the ground, but I wasn't exactly lithe as a panther so I would more than likely end up breaking a leg rather than saving the day.

"No. But that was," the boy sneered. I didn't know who he was, but he reminded me of a ferret for some reason. He had puffy lips, his nose was too long, and his forehead to broad. I didn't like this guy, at all. He was just a bully, like Bellamy.

Wells struggled to his feet, his ankle failing him. The boy taunted him, gesturing for him to fight with a wild smile. I smirked as Finn swung himself around and to the ground, surprising every one of his appearance. "Kid's got one leg," he said, "how about you wait until it's a fair fight?"

That. Was. Badass. I mentally cheered for him but it was abruptly deflated when Octavia walked forward, her moves graceful and seductive. "Hey spacewalker," she announced. "Rescue me next."

I almost literally gagged aloud. And Bellamy obviously caught my expression and I pointed into my mouth, acting as if I was fixing to throw up. The fact that I was grinning like a wolf the whole time didn't help the matter, so his face shifted murderously and he clenched his jaw, a muscle jumping as his teeth clicked together harshly. But in all seriousness, I wasn't sure if her damsel in distress signal was adequate or she was offering him quick sex – I think it was both. But Finn seemed to appreciate it, either way.

I snickered to myself, turning around and scaling to the top of the drop ship. My mood went from teasing and sarcastic, to serious and concern in two seconds tops. Wells had been correct, panels were missing. I dropped down to my knees and gently pried off on of the panels, hissing at how hot the metal was as I placed it to the side. The wires underneath had went into overheat when we had fallen, the pressure of the fall had lit them aflame. Some were charred black, and some were useable, but they could be replaced if I could find a batch of some that weren't needed around the shuttle.

Like the plasma TV's – my eyes lit up. They weren't the same kind of wore like the drop ship's, but it wasn't nothing which meant it was something. I quickly climbed back down to ground level, machinery ideas and plotting already scheming around in my head as I went to the front of the drop ship.

I almost ran straight into Bellamy, who was watching his sister leave with four others. "Whoa! They didn't say goodbye?" I pouted. "Can't ask a favor anywhere around here, can you?" I scanned his pensive and calculating expression, his eyes observing the band around his wrist. "Oh, don't worry, Blake. I'm sure your sister will get rescued by spacewalker," I winked.

He frowned at me. "You're not going to last out here," he said, tone laced with venom. "I'll make sure of that."

"Where is all of this hostility coming from, Bellamy?" I grabbed the sides of his jacket, tucking up his collar. "I'm just playing the game with no rules."

He caught my wrist, the pressure of his fingers bruising. I smiled though, because I knew I could rile him up with just my words. "What's wrong, Blake? Can't play?"

He smirked, and I frowned as he leaned forward, his lips brushing my ear as his clasp on my wrist tightened until I was forced to wince. "I love how you think you can have the last word, Quinn. This is my game, not yours. There are no rules," he pushed himself back and we glared at one another, "and there are no replays."

"Should we start making videogame references?" My voice wavered, and he caught it, releasing his hold on my arm. I rubbed the swollen skin, my teeth gritting.

"I enjoy our talks," he smirked, shoving past me with his shoulder jarring into my own.

I didn't even want to know his definition of 'enjoy'.

"So you wanna tell me why Clarke seems to spite you?" I had halted from making any real progress with the wiring, deciding to wait until dark when the heated panels would cool down. I didn't need to get any burns when we had no medical supplies to extend. So I decided to bug the hell out of Wells.

"No." He carried the lumber in his arms, trekking toward the spot he had been placing wood.

"Well, come on, Chancellor. It's just a question. I know the reason, I wanna know why." I almost charged into his back as he made an abrupt stop, the wood almost smacking into my stomach as he whirled around. "Whoa there, watch it, Wells!"

He didn't apologize. "How do you know about that?" He asked, eyes narrowing.

"Wha – seriously? My brother was one of the engineers that found out about the oxygen, Wells. Of course I knew about it!"

"Oh." He seemed relieved.

"And I know her mother was the one who turned her father in –"

"Well, then why are you asking me anything? You seem to know all about it." He said, sounding annoyed and vexed. "Now leave me the hell alone." Just as he dropped the wood on the pile, someone spoke behind her.

"Find any water yet?" It was the kid who tried to hit Wells earlier, his name was Murphy, a name that did not really fit the boy.

"No," Wells answered. "Not yet. I'm going back out if you want to come."

My eyes were drawn to the words Murphy had scrawled on the metal of the shuttle, 'FIRST SON, FIRST TO DYE'. I snorted instinctively, but not for the reason most would believe.

"You know, my father, he begged for mercy in the airlock chamber when your father floated him." Murphy had a surprisingly blank face as he spoke, but you could hear the revenge seeking in his voice.

Wells didn't grimace nor frown at their words, instead, he walked past me and shoved his shoulder into Murphy's. "You spelled die wrong, geniuses." He stormed away, I had to guess going to locate a source of water.

Murphy smirked at Wells as he observed the boy go, but his attention swiftly went from him to me. "I don't think we've met," he said, not extending his hand. I didn't want him to either. "The name's Murphy."

"Marcel."

"Yeah, I've heard about you. Mechanic's daughter."

"Sister, actually." I grinned like a wolf, stalking towards him. "And wanna know what else? Rumors don't lie, I did kill that guard, so back off of Wells, or I can arrange another forceful accident." I smiled, stepping around the two boys just in time to narrowly miss crashing into Bellamy, which I seemed to be doing a lot recently. "Oh, Blake. Just having a friendly chat here, hope your game plotting is going well, cause mine sure is." I winked at the taller boy, despite my five-foot-ten height he still seemed to force my neck to crane back.

I swiftly strolled away from the trio, a frown morphing onto my face. To be honest, Bellamy frightened me. I didn't let it show on the outside, because I knew if he knew I was scared, he would feed from that source like a fucking leach. But he was different from when we were fifteen and sixteen, and not the good kind of different.

When nightfall reached, it only took me a total of five minutes to unhook one of the flat screens from the wall of the drop ship. Which meant it was generally difficult to reach the latch to unhook it. I placed it softly on the ground and used the makeshift knife I had created to pop off the plastic back. The wires weren't as thick as the ones in the panels, but you could easily rip off the insulators and mix the wires together, and by easy I meant very dangerous. I need rubber and pliers, but it was a risk I would take since the power in the shuttle was not even running. If I did get shocked, it would be only mildly.

"How's your ankle?" I yanked on the yellow plastic-covered wires as I saw Wells collapse on the ground, his back against the wall.

"Not as swollen."

I snorted. "I highly doubt that, since you been walking on it all day." Using the tip of the knife, I cut the wires free and looped them twice around my wrist. "I would ask you to help me, but you look like you could use some rest." I held up the wrist-coiled hand. "One panel at a time."

"Be careful," he called.

"I'll try." I shoved the parachute door aside. I blinked as there was a massive amount of cheering coming from the bonfire that someone had scraped together. Out of curiosity, I approached it cautiously, watching in disinterest as Murphy cut some girl's bracelet off with his knife. It looked painful and unorthodox, but the other survivors seemed down set on screaming for it.

"Someone else?" My eyes went to Bellamy, who hadn't had a band to begin with. I closed my eyes, inhaling and exhaling deeply, now coming to an understanding on why he was doing this. "Marcy, maybe you?" When I reopened my eyes, he was standing right before me, the left side of his face glowing the color of rust from the fire.

People were almost screeching out to practically force it off of me, and I knew that if that's what they wanted, Bellamy would do it for the sake of their attention and for their admiration towards him. It was part of the game. "I don't think so," I made move to whirl around and march to do what I came outside to do, but panic overridden my senses when his arm locked my throat into a chokehold.

It was one of those moments where you are like, "Wow, I did not expect that," – because I truly did not. I kept forgetting that this Bellamy was not the one I knew before, which made him unpredictable. This one was aggressive and was obviously not afraid to inflict pain toward anyone.

I lost my footing on the ground as his arm constricted around my throat, and I wished that I had not even came here, I should have went straight up to the roof of the drop ship. The other people around me cheered in approval, and I could only imagine the chaos of no rules and no boundaries that Bellamy was allowing them to use.

With my weight to the ground, I gripped his forearm and attempted to rip it away. "Let go of me!" I cried, choking on my breath. I fell backwards against his legs as his arm disappeared, making me cough to regain oxygen. I went to stand to my feet but he pressed his knee against my back, and Murphy grabbed my right arm, forcing my wrist against the stump they had been using to cut people's bracelets off and throwing them into the raging bonfire.

"You can't do this!" I shouted, his knee digging into the middle of my back. I did not want people from the Ark to think I was dead, I didn't want them to forget why I was here – and if they did send me for a reason, I did not want them to be disappointed.

"What the hell are you doing?" Wells demanded, his eyes trained on me and then they went to Bellamy.

"Liberating ourselves," he answered matter-of-factly. "What does it look like?" His knee dug deeper into the small crevice of my spine, forcing my head closer to the raging fire as it crackled and popped ashes into the air.

"Looks like restraining someone against their will and trying to get us all killed," Wells responded, eyes wide. His lips twisted downward as he studied my disabled position. "The communication system is dead. These wristbands are all we got – take them off and the ark will think were dying. That it's not safe for them to follow."

"That's the point, Chancellor." Bellamy said, his voice calm. "We can take care of ourselves."

"Like hell," I struggled in Murphy's grip, but his fingers dug into my forearm.

"Can't we?" He shouted to the others, and they all screamed in agreement.

"You think this is a game? Those aren't just our friends and our parents up there, they're our farmers, our doctors, our engineers – I don't care what he tells you, we won't survive here on our own." Wells circled the ground, trying to get his point across. "And besides, if it really is safe, why would you not want the rest of our people to come down?"

"My people, are already down. Those people, locked my people up. Those people, killed my mother for having a second child." Bellamy weight departed from my back, but I was still pinned against the ground. He approached Wells, anger lacing his voice. "Your father did that."

"My father didn't write the laws."

"He enforced them." Bellamy stated. "But not anymore. Not here – here, there are no laws. Here – we do whatever the hell we want, whenever the hell we want. You don't haft to like it, Wells. You can even try to stop it, change it – kill me. You know why," he smirked ruggedly, "whatever the hell we want."

"Whatever the hell we want!" They began chorusing. "Whatever the hell we want!"

"Cut the bullshit, Blake!" I sneered. "Get him off me or I swear –"

"You'll what?" Murphy hissed in my ear. "Some more death threats, sweetheart?" He harshly jammed the knife between my skin and bracelet, jerking upward once so the needles fell free of my skin. I cried out in pain as the blade cut into some of my arm, my legs scrambling backward as he released me.

White hot anger sung through my veins. I launched myself at Murphy, intent on clawing out his eyes with my fingernails, but one of Bellamy's men, Atom, grabbed me by the waist to hold me back. Thunder crackled through the night sky, and rain began pouring down around us.

I sighed in defeat and misery. Not only could not reenact revenge, but I couldn't work on the drop ship with it raining. I lunged out of Atom's arms, walking to Bellamy and gripping the collar of his jacket

Bellamy's face expressed surprise and something else as I yanked him down a little ways to my height, my teeth bared against his ear. "Game. On." The whisper was faint, but I clearly got the point across as my palm shoved brutally against his chest, beginning a challenge where it would lead me to places I had worlds away, never dreamed of occurring.

It wouldn't be the last time I'd pick a game with no rules, though.