The 100 Fan Fic first draft
Chapter 1
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* Gunshots filled the air. *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* As each target popped up, I shot it back down, hitting dead centre almost every time. *BANG* BANG* 2 more went down. I felt a sense of power surge through me with each shot. I ignored the feeling of eyes on me, the 4 guys who stood behind me with their eardefenders, watching me closely. *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* The last 3 targets dropped. A cheer rose from the group behind me as I removed my ear defenders and turned to them with a grin. Jonesy walked up to meet me half way, slapping a hard pat on my back with a "Damn good shooting". I winced from the touch, my bruises from my final fight in the Mixed Marshal Arts tournament last weekend beginning to throb once more. The others crowed round shouting congratulations and praise. "Damn good shooting" Jonesy repeated "With skills like those, you might as well become a secret agent". "Ha" I cried, "From what i know, most of the secret agent stuff is desk work, and seems boring as hell. Besides, the CIA wouldn't want to take a guy like me on, I'm too honerable". A laugh echoed between us as we began to leave the shooting range, all talking about my shooting skills or the unlikely prospect of joining the CIA. "Who's up for a drink?" Jonesy said in his loud voice. The others put forward their approval, but I shook my head. "I would, but i got an early shift at the hotel tomorrow" I explained. "Aww come on" Jonesy whined, "Just one, please". "I'll end up having 6 'just ones' before the end of the night, you know that" I shot back. Jonesy sighed in defeat, "Fine, but you've got to next week" "I'll do my best, you know how busy work can be". Jonesy hmmpfed and left the foyer, followed by the other guys, who all left with "See ya!"s. I went into the locker room, grabbed my coat and returned to the foyer. I grabbed 6 mags from behind the counter, and put $80 in the register. It was certainly a perk to be good friends with the owner of the range, with the discount and being allowed to 'borrow' the guns. I put 3 of the mags in the inside pockets of my coat, and the another 2 in the hidden pocket of my jumper underneath. It always paid to not have it all easily accessible for people. I then lipped a mag into the pistol, and wedge it in my trouser waist band.
I stepped out into the cold January night, looking up immediatly to see a couple stars just visible in the light polluted sky. I grabbed the key to the range from my coat pocket, locked the door, and began my journey home through the jungle of concrete buldings. My apartment was quite far from the shooting range, almost 7 or so blocks, but for me, it was a walk in the park. I turned into the first alley, vaulting over the bins and other debris in the way. I sprinted past Mr. McJenkins, smoking his cigarette in the dull light of his back door light. I startled 3 different cats as I made my way through the maze of back alleys and drive ways, turning left and right and left again. I was almost in the penultimate alley when I saw it. It was unlike anything i had ever seen. I stepped cautiously towards it, trying to decide what it was. It was an orb, pulsing with a bright white light, with flashes of green and brown. A couple of times, I thought i saw an image of a forest appear, but only for a split second, before the white returned. I took another step closer, still puzzling it over. Suddenly,it began to pulse faster. I stopped where I was, unable to move, neither towardds it, nor away. The pulsing continued to speed up, increasing in both speed and intensity. The orb even seemed to be growing in size. It had originally been only the size of a bascket ball, but now it was the size of a large beach ball. Wait, no, it wasn't growing, it was coming towards me! Panic gripped my chest as the orb continued its torturously slow advancement. Fear had turned my legs to lead, as I was rooted to the floor. Unable to move the orb was soon right infront of me before the light engulfed me. I sheilded my eyes from it as I felt myself be pulled forwards by some unseen force.
My head was swimming, the way it usually did when I was very drunk during a night out with Jonesy and the guys. I feltlike I was floating on air, as if I had suddenly become a cloud or died and gone to heaven. The feeling lasted for ages, Perhapse I had died and gone to heaven. I was jerked downwards, the sudden realisation that I was falling hitting my like a slegehammer. I immediatly missed the floating feeling as I plummeted through the whiteness. It seemed to go on forever, falling and falling. The last thing I remembered was the mud suddenly meeting me, as i smacked into the ground.
Chapter 2
Pain. That was all i felt. That was all i could focus on. I opened my eyes to a canopy of green leaves and yellow sunlight streaming through them. I raised my hand to shield my eyes, the way I had from the orb. The Orb! I quickly jumped up onto my feet. Too qickly. the feeling to vomit was so strong that I fell to my knees, my hands holding me up. The orb had taken me some where. I glanced around warily, seeing trees all around. I slowly rose to me feet once more, taking in this new scenery.I had only ever once been in a forest, with my grand parents in Germany. I had played in the forests behind their village, pretending to hunt deer and scavenge for mushrooms. My brother had managed to eat some poisoned mushrooms, after which he was ill for almost a week. Internally, I grinned at the memory. I was so lost in my thoughts that I almost missed the crack of a twig nearby. I spun round, trying to figure out where the sound came from. I kept scanning the tree line around me, to see what had made the noise.
Out of no where 4 guys with guns appeared aiming in my direction, the foremost shouting for me to go to my knees. My first instinct was to reach for my pistol, but then I realised the futility of the action, so I raised my hands quickly and went to my knees. The men quickly surrounded me, with the guy who had shouted in front of me. As I looked up, I saw the barrel of an assault rifle, with a furious wielder staring at me with suspicion playing in his eyes. For some odd reason I felt like I had seen him from somewhere, but i couldnt quite put my finger on it. I had little time to think on it before the guys started asking questions: "who are you?" he demanded, shoving the gun closer to my face. When I didn't answer immediatly, he jammed the gun into my forehead, saying in an even more demanding tone "I said who are you?!" I stared at him before, jumping out of my stupor. "My name is Adam" I said as calmly as I could, despite the pounding of my chest. "Are you a grounder?". The next question took me aback. "I.. I.. umm...no. no. I'm not a-a grounder" I managed to stammer out, I had a bad feeling about this whole scenario, and it felt too surreal to be true. Maybe I was dreaming? "I don't belive you", the guy once more jabbed me with the gun. "Bellamy" one of the other guys said. He had a blue jacket on and denim jeans. He seemed to not be comfortable to be holding the gun at all, let alone pointing it at me. "I don't think he is" he said, lowering his gun. "Who else would he be?" Bellamy shot back. "He's out here on his own, and he isn't one of the hundred.". The revelation hit my like a slug in the stomach, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I had always dreamed of going into a TV show, but now it had happened, I wished it hadn't. I decided it would be best to try not to interfere too much, and let the events plan out like they did in the show. I was brought back to the situation at hand by the raised voices of Bellamy, and by my guess, Finn. "Look at the way he's dressed, he doesn't look like a grounder" Finn was saying to a still suspitious looking Bellamy. "He can't be a grounder". "How can you be sure?" Bellamy countered "He isn't one of us thats for sure". "I say we just kill him, then he is no longer a problem", said one of the guys from behind me, as he pressed the barrel of the gun to the back of my head. "No!" shouted Finn, taking a step forwards, towards me and the other guy. "I say we take him back to camp and question him there. The grounders could easily pick us off when we are just standing around here.". Finn turned to Bellamy, seeing what he thought. I guessed the others were too, from the way bellamy's eyes darted around. After what seemed like hours, as Bellamy held my life in his hands, he finally came to a decision: "Fine, spacewalker, but if he causes any trouble, or kills anyone, it's on you." With the last part he gestured to Finn in an acusing way. "Get him up, and tie his hands" I was hauled to my feet by the guys either side of me, as Finn pulled a length of rope out of his pocket, and bound my hands. He did so carefully, trying not too be too loose, but not too tight that it would hurt. "Alright, let's move" called Bellamy, who had already began to make his way between the trees, in the oppisite direction to where they had come from. I was shoved in his direction by one of the guys, the other following ahead with bellamy. Finn, walked just behind, occasionally looking back to make sure we weren't followed, by grounders I guessed.
The walk back to camp took longer than I had thought, though that was probably because we ran into some tracks which Finn thought were a trap, but one of the guys, who was called Sterling, thought were real. After a long arguement, Finn won out, saying it would be better to get rid of the tracks, so no one else get tricked by them. We came up on the camp before I even realised it was there. I suddenly noticed that there was a wall in front of us, looming over us, with a gate that could be pulled away to reveal an entrance. The wall was made up of wood, bits of metal and even small bits of rock thrown in the mix. Along the top were sentries, though there were not many. One of them had shouted for someone to open the gate. A couple calls of "Get Clarke, Bellamy's back"could be heard, and a few people ran into the ain strong hold of the camp. I hadn't realised how big the dropship really was until I saw it in real life. It was almost 4 stories high, and the door in front, covered by a red tarp, was 4 metres wide and almost took up the whole 1st story, from what I could see. I knew that there were 2 more stories above the ground floor,and that the 100 had held a grounder on the top floor, torturing him to tell them about the other grounders. I would need to be careful not to end up in that position.
People looked up from where they sat as we made are way through the camp. We walked past a few make shift tents, with people sitting outside. I could hear two people having a little alone time in one of the tents. Everyone who looked stared at me and my bound hands. Finn had had Sterling take off my coat when I had said I was hot, but had not found the magazines in it. We also past a few wood huts, which I remmebered in one episode had been where they stored their ood. I would have to remind them to be careful around the cooking fires. We came up to the foot of the drop ship ramp, where 3 women were standing, one with blonde hair and a seemingly authoratitive aura around her, a brunette who seemed quite a bit younger than the other two, but with a steely look on her face, and one with raven black hair and a red jacket on. I knew that these were Clarke Griffin, leader of the 100 along with Bellamy, Ocatavia Blake, Bellamy's younger sister and a bit of a wild heart after living under the floor for 16 years on the Ark, and Raven Reyes, youngest ever zero-G engineer aboard the Ark and one of the 2 people who had joined the hundred who weren't strictly criminals. She had come down afterwards in a pod she fixed up herself, with the help of Council memeber (and Clarke's mother), Abby Griffin.
Sterling shoved me to a kneeling postition in front of them as Finn and Bellamy stepped forward. Clarke was the first to speak "Who is this? They don't looklike a grounder, and why is he bound?". Bellamy was the one to answer "We don't know who he is, or where he came from. he hasn't really talked much, though he caught on to our names pretty quick. He also seemed to not know what a grounder was when I first asked him. Space walker thought it was best to bring him back for questioning." Clarke nodded before pushing past Bellamy and Finn, to come and crouch down in front of me. She looked into my eyes and asked "So, whats your name?" "Adam" I replied and felling a sudden burst of courage I added, "I would shake your hand, but its not too easy for me right now" I showed her my hands, "I do understand though, your suspision, I mean. Random guy found out in the forest. Personally, I wouldn't have brought me here but you know." I shrugged. I saw Sterling's shadow rise behind me but Clarke's hand stopped him, "Its ok, he's just nervous." She said, as Sterling lowered his gun. "Take him inside, to the 3rd floor. I'll come up and question him shortly." Then she adressed the crowd which had suddenly sprung up behind me, which must have formed when I was paraded through the camp, "Don't you lot have work to do?" She called in a loud voice. A mad scramble followed as people hurried to get back to their stations. I was led into the dropship by Bellamy and Sterling. Finn and Raven went off together whilst Octavia and Clarke walked off to another part of the camp.
After some time, and alot of effort, since Bellamy and Sterling didn't want to unbind my, I finally crawled through the top hatch of the drop ship, on to the 3rd floor. The seats had been moved out, leaving behind a wide area to work in. Monty and Jasper were in a corner, clearly oblivious to the commotion outside. Bellamycalled out to them "You two, you had any luck on getting the radio back up?". Monty called back "not really, but I have some ideas of what we could do". Japser got to his feet after seeing me. "Who's that?" he's said, gesturing. "He says his name's Adam. We don't know anything else about him though." Sterling replied "We don't even know whether he's a grounder or not". Monty and jasper stared at me as Bellamy told Sterling to tie me to one of the pipes that ran along the ceiling.
Bellamy then left to look at the defenses, leaving Sterling to watch me till Clarke got there. I had no idea how much time had past before Clarke popped her head through the hatch in the floor, closely followed by Octavia, but my legs were aching and my wrists had been rubbed raw by the rope. I hadn't slept much when I was back home, and I hadn't had much chance here either, so I was barely awake when Clarke stepped in front of me. Her eyes roamed over my body, as if looking for something. I just stared back, before darting my eyes to Sterling, who was lounging on a box with his rifle across his knee, then to Octavia who was looking at me with a mix of suspision and curiosity, and once more back to Clarke, who had finished her evaluation and was now looking coldly into my eyes. "So, you say your name is Adam?" She began. I nodded. "and you say you aren't a grounder?" Once more i nodded, unsure of what to actually tell them, so I kept my mouth shut. Clarke crossed her arms "Not so talkative now are you". I glanced at Sterling, then to Jasper and Monty who had stopped their work to watch. Clarke turned to look at them each in turn before returning her glare to me. "Fine" She said, glancing over her shoulder quickly before continuing. "Monty, Jasper, you need some fresh air and something to eat, you too Sterling." She gestured to the hatch. Monty and jasper shared a look before rising and heading lower down. Sterling looked as if he was about to argue, but a warning glance from Octavia halted him. The last thing he wanted to do was argue with Bellamy's sister, especially once she starts her training. I reminded my self not to tell them about the future though, everything must occur in as close proximity to the timeline as possible. When they had gone Clarke looked at me again, eyes as steely as the walls around us. "You feeling like talking a bit more now?" Her voice was ice. Octavia stepped up next to Clarke, her eyes almost as wince inducing as Clarke's, but the curiosity was still there. "You wouldnt beleive me if I told you who I really am and where I'm from" I stated simply. Clarke lowered her arms and advanced on me, bringing her face close to mine. "Try me" she rasped. I sighed. "My name is Adam Peace, and I am a 21 year old from Los Angeles. I was born in the year 2000, give or take 100 years ago by my calculations. I know what this is, I know what has happened, and I know who you are." Octavia's eyes widened, but Clarke wasn't convinced. "Come on, I could have come up with something better. What were you doing in the forest, how do you know english, are you here to spy on us?" I looked at Clarke wearily, "You are Clarke griffin, around 17 years old. Your mother is Abby Griffin, a council member on the Ark and your father was Jake Griffin, chief engineer. He found a flaw in the Ark's design that would take months to fix. However, when he threatened to tell the Ark populous, Chancellor Jaha, Jake's friend had him executed and you imprisoned." Clarke looked at me, horror written all over her face. Octavia just looked stunned, unsure of how to process what just happened.
Clarke still hadn't found her voice, so Octavia spoke up: "How do you know that?" she asked warily, eyes screwed up in suspision. "The grounders are watching you, but I found out another way." I locked her eyes with mine. "This, for me is a story, something that shouldn't be real. I was on my way home when I saw a bright orb. It engulfed me, and brought me here. That's when Finn and Bellamy found me." I explained. Clarke had fallen to her knees, still staring at me. A sudden flood of pity washed through me. "I'm sorry Clarke. It was the simplest way I could prove to you that I'm not an enemy" I said in a low voice. I tried to move, but Clarke moved back slightly, shrinking from my movements, before the rope pulled me back. Octavia knelt beside Clarke, putting her arms around her, and guided her to the corner where a mattress was laying. Octavia returned suddenly, with almost unnatural speed. She put a knife to my throat, where a breath caught. "How can I trust you?" .Her voice was barely above a whisper. I felt a small trickle of blood roll down my neck and into my shirt. I gulped, my adam's apple just missing the blade. "You can't, can you? I'm a stranger in this world, and you can't trust anything down here or you will die. Kill or be killed is the law of the land." The blade pressed closer into my skin, drawing more blood. "However," I said. "I know a bit about the grounders. Who they are, what they're like." The blade moved back a bit, so I threw cation to the wind. "and I know of their names" I whispered, "For example...Lincoln" Octavia was thrown off by that, she took a step back from me, lowering the blade. "I won't say anything to the others" I promised, "All I want to do is get home, or figure out how to at least." Octavia nodded, though she still looked a little startled. She reached up and cut the rope holding my hands together. I dropped to the floor, my legs buckling under me due to their weakness, and I crumpled to the floor, wincing as I hit as I hit steel. Octavia hurried to help me up, lifting one of my arms over her shoulders and pulling me to another mattress, on the other side of the room from where Clarke lay. I realised there could have been a simpler way of doing it, and a less painful one for Clarke. as Octavia lowered me on the mattress I said drowsily "I wouldn't mind some food" Octavia smiled, "I'll find you some in a bit, but first you clearly need some rest. I'll also get Clarke to have a look at your wrists" she said gesturing to the flaking, red rings around the base of my hands. "Thank you" I said, smiling slightly, but then the smile faded "I'm sorry about Clarke, that had not been how I wanted this to go down, but I needed to prove that I wasn't the enemy, and she wasn't listening". Octavia seemed a little more relaxed after the apology, she patted my arm, "Its fine... I think. She'll get over it. Things have just been stressful since Murphey happened. Murphey was bas-" I raised my hand to stop her, "I know who Murphey is. He's a bit of a jackass to be honest with you, but he's also unstable and dangerous, be careful of him." I warned. "He's no longer here, Clarke said that her and Bellamy banished him" Octavia explained. "But still" I said, "It's best to be alert". Octavia once more patted my arm. "You get some rest", she said, "I'll have some food for when you wake up" She rose to leave. I watched her go, before turning to face the roof of the drop ship, lined with pipes and bits of tarp. What had I gotten myself into now? That was my last thought before the exaustion of the past 24 hours caught up with me and I fell into a dreamless sleep.
"What the hell Octavia?" someone was shouting, but i couldn't recognise the voice, "we have no idea who this guy is and you just cut him free like that?" the someone wasn't happy at all. "his name is adam and he is 21 years old. he's from Los Angeles, and he was born in the year 2000." someone else replied, "he isn't a grounder and he certianly isn't dangerous, at least not right now". i slowly opened my eyes, hoping that no one would notice. through my half shut eyes i saw bellamy, red faced from the shouting, looming over Octavia, who was simply looking at her brother as if he were a complete idiot. Just behind them was Clarke, standing next to Finn and Raven. They, like me, were simply observing the shouting match between the blake siblings, though raven seemed a little tense, due to finn's proximity to Clarke. "do you really believe that? How is he here then? where is Los Angeles or what ever it is? how did he know about Clarke and her family?" Clarke tense slightly at the last question, but hid her reaction well. "he clearly has been spying on us, or been sent here by the grounders as an agent in our camp." The veins in Bellamy's fore head looked as if they would explode at any minute. Octavia stood her ground. "he said he knew who the grounders were, and what they are like. he even offered to help us fight them. why would he do that if he was working for them?". At this point Bellamy threw his hands in the air, before turning around and launching a kick at the ladder down to the rest of the dropship. Ocravia looked at Clarke, Finn and Raven. Raven and Clarke had faces of suspicion whilst Finn seemed to have something else entirely. He was the first to break the silence "what do you mean, he offered to help fight the grounders?". He seemed almost angry. "he said 'i know a bit about the grounders, who they are what theyre like'. he seemed to know what he was talking about." Octavia replied. Finn still looked angry. Raven spoke up," well guys, if you have questions, nows the time to ask him" she nodded her head in my direction. i fully opened my eyes and rose from the bed, my side hurting from where i had been lying on my gun. All eyes turned to me. Bellamy seemed to almost lunge for me, but Octavia was quicker, getting between us before things got ugly. "hold up there bellamy." she said, both hands raised in front of her, as if calming a wild animal. Bellamy seemed as if he wanted to protest, but then shrunk back, once more throwing a kick in the ladder's direction. i winced as i tried to move my wrists. Looking down, i saw the scabs that had begun to form on the raw skin. Octavia stepped aside, as Clarke, Raven and Finn came across the room, stopping to stand about a metre away. Clarke's face was one of veiled anger, whilst finn did little to hide it. Raven seemed a bit suspicious, but a lot more amiable than the other two. "well, before you start asking quesions, i wanted to apologise to you, Clarke. i didn't mean to freak you out or anything" i said, hoping my tone showed just how sorry i was. Clarke seemed to slacken a bit, like a puppet being loosened on it's strings. Finn was less happy: "didn't mean to freak her out? What were you trying to do, bringing up that kind of memory?" he took an agressive step forward, but was stopped by both Clarke and Raven. "it's alright" Clarke said, visibly annoyed by his outburst. "i accept your apology. i understand that, as you said to Octavia, you were trying to get your message through to me. And you certianly did. You know a lot more than you are letting on. and i have a feeling that you know alot more about all of us than you are letting on, as well." i held back a smile. "i do know bits of people's histories, but not everything." i said, carefully. "though octavia is right, i only want ot help you, if need be, and also simply to get home. so, if there are any more questions, now would be the time to ask."
A silence followed, eventually broken by Bellamy from acroos the room. "how much do you know about the grounders?". This is where i would have to tread carfully, so as not to throw off the time line too much, though my mere presence could cause some fluctuation. "i know a bit about them. I know of their weapons and fighting techniques. i know a little bit about their camps, but not much, and i know a little bit about their heirachy". Hopefully that's not too much. "do they use weapons like guns or explosives?" the question came from Raven, who seemed to be getting less hostile the more the conversation continued. "They don't use anything like that. Really, the most advanced things they use are bows, arrows and horses." i replied. Bellamy snorted. "i wouldn't exactly call that 'advanced'". in my peripharal vision, i saw Octavia roll her eyes. Clarke then spoke up: "what do you mean heirachy?". i almost smiled, as i remembered Clarke and Lexa's kiss. She will get to know the heirachy very well. But i thought it better not to mention that. "The grounders have a leadership, like any culture. The leader is know as the commander, or Heda in their language. i know next to none of it so don't get too suspicious. The grounders beleive that the Heda is chosen by the previous commander's spirit, and so when the commander dies, children from the age of 5-15 are closely observed to see if the Commander's spirit will choose them. The current commander is just over 18, after being chosen at about the age of 10. The commander's word is law, though they have got generals and advisors to assist them. they also should be well trained in combat. i believe the current commander can hold their own against 3 of their most skilled warriors, so i would be especially careful of them." Clarke looked stunned, Finn worried. Bellamy looked as if he would like to pick a fight with her, raven had a similar look on her face and octavia looked as if she was in awe of the commander. "so, are you telling me that we managed to piss off an 18 year old leader, who can beat 3 of her most skilled warriors in combat at the same time, and was chosen by the spirit of the previous leader?" the worry was evident in Finn's voice. i nodded. "jesus Christ" he put his hands on his head in dismay. Raven looked as if she was about to ask another question but i stopped her with a raised hand. "i will answer your question, but first can i have somethign to eat. i haven't eaten for almost 2 days now." i said, ths sudden wave of hunger making me feel weak. "yeah sure" Clarke said, her voice sounding curiously quiet. "we'll go get something to eat now".
As we made our way through the drop ship, people once again looked up with curious faces. Bellamy went off, saying he needed to look at the shooting range, whilst raven said she needed to get to work trying to make some more bullets. Finn just seemed to disappear into thin air. I guessed that he must have been going out into the forest, like he sometimes did. i followed Clarke and Octavia through the camp, until Octvia said she wanted to check something, before going over and climbing the wall. i smiled and winked at her, when she turned to look back. She went bright red when she saw me and looked away sheepishly. Me and Clarke continue to weave through the the camp towards the food huts that we had passed on the way in, i tried my best to ignore the feeling of eyes on me, watching.
We were almost there when someone pushed between Clarke and I, causing me to stumble back. He was flanked by two more guys. I recognised them as being from murphey's gang, before he get banished. "so, you are this new guy in camp." the guy's voice was irritating to listen to. "tell me, you a grounder, or what?". "do i look like a grounder to you?" i stated, matter-of-factly. The guy continued in his irritating, drawling voice, "i don't know never seen a live grounder before, all the ones i've seen had bullet holes in them". He cracked his knuckles, stepping forwards, once again causing me to step back. Everyone around us were staring as the scene unfolded. Clarke looked as if she was oging to intervene but i stopped her with a glance, she seemed annoyed by my actions, but obliged anyway. i looked back at the guy before me. He wasn't very bulky, but he was tall, almost a head and a half taller than me, meaning you had to look up at him to talk to him. That was probably why he was able to be in Murphey's gang in the first place. i noticed a tattoo on his chest, though it looked poorly drawn, and had left bits of his skin scarred from where the artist had made a couple mistakes. i looked up into the guys face, where his nose jutted to one side, most likely from being broken, and where his dull green eyes were glaring down at me. "you going to answer my question or not?" the guys seemed annoyed at being ignored. i decided to show this guy a thing or two. i acrossed my arms across my chest. "i'm not a grounder" i said pointedly, "its obvious to anyone with half a brain cell that i'm not a grounder, so i guess i can excuse you". Anger flashed across his face. "you what?" His back up stepped up either side of me, as the guy advanced once more. "you ain't going to stick around here for very long" the guys spat. "really," i made sure that my face looked amused, "whose going to stop me? You and your little friends?" The other two guys cracked their nuckles as well, i felt myself be pushed back even further. looking around, i saw a huge crowd had formed aorund us, making a ring. "ok then fellas, let's show this joker who's the boss around here." The 'boss' took a swing at my head. i ducked easily, jabbing him in the stomach with me left hand before weaving around him and past the other guys. The groan the guy gave out was music to my ears. Turning to face the three guys, i saw them all get into a fighting stance, though it was obvious none of them had any idea how to realy fight. The middle guy was still cluthcing his ribs with one hand. "you rat bastard" he snarled, "get him lads". his lackeys advanced catiously. The right one, how had a scar across one eye, threw a kick my way, but i easily jumped back out of reach. circling round, the second guys, i full built, blocky dark skinned guy jabbed at my chest. I deflected his arm with one hand and countered with the other, landing a powerful right hook across the guys face. I felt a surge of adrenaline as i watched the pain sweep across his face. i was once more faced with scarface. This time the guy came at me slowly. He began by swinging with his right, which i dunked out of the way with practised ease, before following up with another jab with his left. i sidestepped that one easily as well, but the guy was covering himself well. suddenly i heard a loud shout from one side. "what the hell is going on here?" the crowd went silent as a furious looking bellamy stroded into the make-shift ring, through a gap created by the spectators. "i said, What the hell is going on here?" Bellamy looked around acusingly at the three guys. "we were just..." the tattoo guy trailed off, looking at his buddys for help, who looked back with blank expressions. i stepped up, "they were just welcoming me" i said. From their positions around the ring, the guys looked at me with a mix of anger and fear. "oh, and they were, waht were the words they used, 'showing me who was the boss around here." Bellamy raised his eye brows, as he looked at the guys, two of which were rising form the ground, daring them to deny it. "so, i guess you guys think that, what?, you are the bosses" Bellamy's voice was ice. All of them looked down in disgrace. Bellamy turned to the crowd "don't you have work to do?" he shouted angrily. In a mad scramble everyone fled off to their jobs, many still disgussing the fight in quiet conversations. Clarke stepped passed the attackers, who were making their way towards the dropship, most likely in search of something for their bruises. The way tatoo guys looked at me, i knew this wasn't over. Clarke sidled up to Bellamy, who was still glaring in the agressors' direction. Both of them turned to look at me. "what the hell were you thinking?" Clarke began, but bellamy cut her off "you didn't mention that you could fight?" his eyes were narrowed in scrutiny. "it never came up" i shrugged. "But those guys are always strutting around like they own the place. They had it coming to them." Clarke just looked even more angry. "you didn't have to beat them up?" her voice forceful, emphasising the last three words. "when you told me to stay out of it, i thought you would talk them down or something." Bellamy looked at her in disbelief, "what did you think he as going to do? Those guys were going to have their fight, but you could have stopped them. What could he have done?" he gestured in my direction. Clarke shook her head, "whatever, at least we know that Adam can hold his own in a fight. Now come on, let's get you some food." she started off in the direction of the food huts once more. "you better go then." Bellamy gestured in Clarke's direction. As i went to follow, he grabbed my arm, "you fight well, i only hope that wasn't taught to you by the grounders, for your sake." He let go, and turned away, heading behind the dropship to where i gueesed the shooting range was. I hurried after Clarke, this time feeling people's eyes on me for completly different reasons.