It's their fault. Their fault he's dead. Their fault I'm in here.

A girl with golden blonde hair harshly dragged her charcoal across the floor to make a dark black line in her drawing on the floor. She's been in isolation for a year and the only thing that kept her sane was her hatred. Yes, at first she was sad and grieving over the fact that her father was floated because her best friend turned them in.

But the longer he thought about it, the less it made sense. Wells would never sell her out. He was too in love with her. And the only other person who knew what they were doing was her mother. After about a month in isolation the stick of charcoal was dropped off and she knew. Her mother sold them out and Wells took the blame hoping she wouldn't have to loose both her parents.

That piece of charcoal was her mother admitting she was guilty. That's when her sadness, her self-pity turned to rage. How dare they. I'm done with these week emotions holding me back. This is my life and I'm going to live how I want.

The doors open and two guards step in. "Prisoner 319. Face the wall and hold out your arm."

Clarke turns and stares at the box of metal arm bands. Her mind starts racing. She doesn't turn 18 for another month so she's not floating.

"Take off the watch" Clarke snarls and pushes the guard that suggests she take off her father's watch. She then shoves the other guard into the wall and runs out the door.

"Clarke stop!"

"Mom" she growled. "What's going on?" She stepped away from the outstretched arms trying to pull her in for a hug.

"You're not being executed you're being sent to the ground. All 100 of you."

"So you're sending us away in order to save yourselves more oxygen? That's only going to get you another month, how many others are you going to kill?"

"This gives you a chance to live. You're instincts will tell you to take care of everyone else first. Be careful I can't lose you too."

Did you just tell me to screw everyone else and save myself? You wouldn't have to fear losing me if you hadn't sold us out! Going to Earth will be my new beginning. I'll make sure I live and the others too. I won't abandon them like you did me.

On the drop ship –

"Check it out. Your dad floated me after all."

Two other kids cut their seat harness and started floating around like the wanna be space walker.

"You're the traitor who's been in solitary for a year." Clarke grins flashing her hidden savagery. The boy now known as Finn must have seen it because he hurries to float away.

Red lights and loud crashing noises echo around them. "I have something to tell you." Wells shouted. "I'm sorry I got your father executed. I can't die knowing you hate me."

"You got my father executed, Wells, not arrested. I do hate you." Clare snarls, eyes glaring and lips pulled up to show her teeth.

Unknown to both of them one man who snuck aboard the ship had been watching her for a while. At first he dismissed her as another Alpha section princess, but then he saw her hatred. Her rage. He was hooked.

The seat harness unhooked and Clarke ran over to check on the kids that crashed into the wall during landing. "Hnn. Three idiots try to be funny and only one idiot walks away. Was it luck or skill that saved you Finn" Clarke asked as she gazes down at the two dead bodies.

She heads down to the lower level with the rest of the delinquints when they say they found the door. When she walks up she hears a girl yell that she hasn't seen her brother in a year. When the muttering starts about who the girl is she can see the anger in her.

The young girl thinks she's so tough, but she's just a kitten flashing her milk teeth. Clarke prowls closer ready to show the kitten what real rage is. What a year of separation could feel like when the brother notices her and pulls his sister away. He continues making eye contract as he backs away from her

The first breath of real air is like a dream. The green surrounding them. The sun flickering behind the trees. It's like her drawings in the sky box. Only better. So much better than anything she imagined.

Clarke danced with the other celebrating teens as she weaved her way through the crowd. She pulls out her map and quickly realizes they've got a long way to walk for their supplies.

"What are you doing princess?" Bellamy asks her with his sister by his side. "Trying to find how long the trip to Mt. Weather will be." Clarke asks not looking up from the map.

"We're on the ground. That not good enough for you?" Octavia stepped closer to glare down at Clarke.

Clarke looks up and smirks at the girl trying to be intimidating. "Yes it is, but I didn't come down here in order to die. If I'm going to live my life here I'll be dammed sure to do everything I can to make it a long one.

You got a problem with that?" Clarke never raised her voice never changed her facial expression from the smirk and that's what made Octavia take a step back.

"It's a 20 mile trek so I'm leaving now." Clarke stood with the smirk still on her face and walked off. As she was going Finn grabbed two other boys and ran after her.

"So, we leaving for Mt. Weather?" Finn asks. "Yes, it'll be tough carrying food for a hundred with only four people."

"Make that five" Octavia says as she catches up. She tries to walk side by side with Clarke, but one look from her has her walking a few steps behind her. "Just so you know, Finn is mine."

"Just so you know, I don't go for puppies. I go for wolves." Clarke smirks and keeps walking.

Back at Camp –

Bellamy is holding a ceremony for removing the bracelets.

"What the hell are you doing?" Wells demands.

"We're liberating ourselves!" Bellamy shouts

"Take them off and the Ark will think it's not safe to follow" Wells tried to argue.

"That's the point, Chancellor." Bellamy says sarcastically. "We can take care of ourselves. My people are already down here. Here there are no Ark laws. We are going to do whatever the hell we want."

As they dance around the fire and through the rain all Bellamy can think of is what Clarke said before she left. Doing whatever it takes to live.

Later that night –

He threatens Wells to the Valley with a gun. "You're dad banished you and yet you still follow his rules. Take off the wrist band and you'll be amazed at how it feels."

"No. Never gonna happen. That clear enough for you." Wells said.

"What if princess took hers off? Would you do it then? I've seen your little puppy dog act, following her around. Princess is the kind of girl that likes to be chased by wolves. If she took hers off willingly, would you?"