The 100 have been on the ground for three months, and throughout that time duration, the kids all became resilient and solid. All of them proved to the council on The ARK, their old home from the sky, that they would survive, no matter how tough or crucial the course was. Chancellor Jaha pardoned all of the infractions, and sent them to Earth to see if it was survivable. It was, and the kids used it to their full extent. They built a camp with tents, a smokehouse for food, a large tent for the hospital, and the drop ship for the Center point where major negotiations and delegations were made. They even met people, an outlandish group that inhabited the planet before them. There were deaths among those months whether from the elements or disease, or warfare, but all in all, everyone worked together as a team to keep things in order. Without that diverse balance of characters, then everything would go downhill. The Earth had been destroyed by a nuclear holocaust ninety-seven years before, and now the planet was survivable. Of course, there had been significant mutations to the animals and the plants due to radiation exposure. However, they were not harmful or threatening to the 100. In fact, it seemed that the mutations served the new habitants beneficially.
It was a warm very early autumn day, and the group were gathering firewood for the upcoming winter months. The past summer was hot and humid, with only a few downpours. Winter was unpredictable, because no one knew what they were up against. Would there be enough supplies? Enough food? Enough warmth? These were the new worries that the group had. Blankets were salvaged from the drop ship when it crashed onto the ground, as well found from the bomb depots, and more were made from the furs of the animals that were used for food. Food was either hunted, rooted, or picked, then preserved in the smokehouse. Nothing was wasted, as each object and article had a desperate need to be repurposed.
Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin were the driving leaders of the camp. Clarke was sensible, and reliable, while Bellamy was trying to figure out what was best for the camp, but often backfired. Their perspectives were oppositional, yet, the people still confided in him. Maybe it was all that cocky charm Bellamy possessed, or that deep down, he really cared about their well-being. WhateverOn the agreed decisions, everything went smooth. Sure, he was an ass when the 100 first arrived on Earth, getting everyone to take off their vital wristbands as a symbol of their new self-independence. Leadership was thrown at him, and at the time being he thought rebellion was the best thing. Then, over the passing weeks, he and Clarke had to establish laws in order for the 100 to survive. Their non-mutual chemistry proved to be essential and needed. Plus, he was twenty-four, the oldest of the 100, and he was only there so he can watch over his younger sister, Octavia. He promised their mother who was floated after the discovery of Octavia to care for her. But, for a year, O was in Confinement due to her birth. Bellamy would do anything for his sister, and, if it meant doing something completely wrong, in order to protect Octavia, Bellamy will do it. Come hell, or high water. He just wished that it was settled on different terms, but what was done, was done.
"Bellamy?" It was Clarke, who ascended from the drop ship. To Bellamy, Clarke was a friend, but when they dropped to the ground, she thought they were more. When she realized he could never have feelings for her, she was broken-hearted, but had moved on to Finn. In this world, Clarke didn't want to be alone. She still clung onto the hope that he'd see her way, display some sort of a romantic affection, but so far nothing. Yet, Bellamy will always have a piece of her heart, no matter what feelings and emotions were felt. At least, I can have that little part of him.
"Yeah, Princess? What do you need?" Bellamy said crisply, as he watched Murphy and Monroe cut up deer meat for the smoke house. "Hey, watch where you are cutting Murphy. You are getting that shit everywhere and we have to eat that." His dark eyes cascaded down to the fallen meat on the ground.
Murphy gave him an annoyed stare and mumbled, "Whatever you say boss." Yet, Murphy continued to get blood and bone allover just to irritate Bellamy, who shook his head and grumbled in annoyance at the guy. Bellamy and Clarke had exiled Murphy after Charlotte passed because he had chased her down, wanting retribution. He was nearly lynched for doing a murder he did not commit. It was Charlotte who did the murder, but she was so unstable, Clarke was going to pardon her. Bellamy was also developing a sibling bond with the little girl, before her death. Naturally, he felt torn, and vowed that something like that would never happen again. Murphy could not forgive what Bellamy done to him, even though Bellamy was pressured to kick the block from where Murphy stood while he was being roped. Bellamy did apologized, but Murphy still had bile with him. Nonetheless, Clarke believed in giving chances to reborn one's ways, but Murphy was still Murphy. Bellamy believed that he would never change.
"I want you to go with Finn and Jasper to get some medicinal seaweed. I need it for Raven, who has accidently cut her hand with scrap metal in her tent." Clarke gazed up at the young handsome man, her eyes frozen, and wondered why she had to break his heart. If only . . .
"Alright. It looks like we have to hunt anyways. It appears that the food is on the low end." He turned away from Clarke, and walked towards his tent. He had to get his bow and arrows, the walkie talkie, hunting knife, and the rifle. With everything that he needed, Bellamy exited swiftly out of his tent.
"Finn! Jasper! Come on! We are going hunting and the Princess needs some seaweed. Get your crap and follow me! Bring your guns in case we run into any Grounders."
The three men walked out of the safe havens of the camp, and into the wilderness. They have hunted down a few two headed deer, a large jackalope and a tusked boar. Then, they hiked up to the river for the seaweed for Raven. Finn was the one who spotted the long, green plants that were swirling in the icy, dark water.
"Who wants to step in first?" Bellamy asked, a rare note of lightheartedness slipping in his voice. "Jasper, you do it."
"Why should I do it? Why can't Finn do it, or better yet, you, Bellamy?" Jasper asked bitterly, his eyes focused on the river. "It does not look very inviting."
"Because, I said to. Don't make me push you in." The deep penetration was back, and Bellamy shot him a warning look. Scared of him (just a little), Jasper followed his order, and stepped in. He gasped as the water brushed against his legs.
"How much does Clarke want of this stuff?" Jasper implied as he, Bellamy, and Finn caught the seaweed, their knees soaking. They all gathered it and put it in leather pouches so they can carry it back to camp.
"Knowing Clarke, she'd want about twenty pouches filled," replied Finn, as he continued to wade in the water grasping for seaweed. "You can never have enough." The plants were slippery, and all of them struggled to capture it without out falling into the cold water. Jasper was mumbling on how frigid the water was, and Bellamy told him in a clipped tone to get over it. What a whiner, Bellamy thought with annoyance. Kid needs to grow some balls. What the hell does my sister see in him?
"The Princess always need perfection," Bellamy retorted sharply. "Is there enough of that stuff to fill twenty bags?" Bellamy was getting impatient, and exhausted with the two of them. But when wasn't he impatient?
"I think Finn was exaggerating, Bellamy. We bought six. I think it'll be more than enough, but you know how clumsy and arrogant everyone is." Jasper finished collecting and tied the two pouches he had tightly. He plopped them in the backpack that Finn carried.
"Whatever. Let's get back to camp. I cannot trust Murphy alone in the group. He goes maniacal when somebody's pissed him off." Bellamy threw his rifle over his shoulder, and grabbed the legs of the deer and the boar and starting carrying them. "Jasper, carry that antlered rabbit, and try to keep up."
"Why is Bellamy so pissy today?" Jasper whispered at Finn as they trailed back. "He is out of it." Bellamy walked in front of them, way ahead, and shouting to keep a faster pace repeatedly. He had things to do, and his time was not to be wasted. Whether it was necessary or not.
Finn just shrugged his shoulders and continued walking. "Let's just listen to him before he really loses it." He could not wait to get back to camp and see Clarke. He missed her. Suddenly, the three of them stopped dead in their tracks when they heard a cracking noise around them. The noise grew a little louder, but suddenly it stilled. It sounded like footfalls, but they couldn't be so assured. The less the men knew though, the better. They didn't want to get into another predicament with the Grounders. Though, it was not that bad of a battle, it was terrible to go through. If the kids were not prepared like they were, there would have been infinite casualties. Now, one of the hopes was that no other contravention will take place between the two peoples. So far, nothing exhumed, but the kids were always on guard with the Grounders and vice-versa.
"What the hell was that?" Jasper jumped excitedly, dropping his gun, in which made a loud clatter when it hit the ground. "Oh, crap!" Fortunately, the safety setting was on, and no shots were accidently fired. Bellamy and Finn both shot him an expression that told him to keep his mouth shut. Jasper was always on a little on edge, ever since the first day on Earth. Well, anyone would be if they too got speared.
"Jasper, shut up. And watch your gun. You could have shot me, or Finn. As for that noise, it might have been a Grounder," snapped Bellamy. "Prep your rifles, and stand still." He got into a shooting position, and the other two repeated his stance. Their eyes were round and focused on the seemingly tranquil forest that surrounded them. However, its restful beauty was a betrayal as it took innocent lives. Bellamy made the choice that today would not be a day to get killed.
After several minutes, the guys relaxed, believing it was just an animal running through the grass. Nonetheless, Bellamy told them to keep the guns at bay, and watch every step.
When they got back to camp, safe and sound, Clarke quickly grabbed the seaweed and went back to the hospital tent to where Raven was waiting on a cot. Finn followed her, and Jasper went to work on making gun powder with Monty in his tent, after he dumped the kill at Murphy's feet. As Bellamy started to walk to the food station, then to his tent, in which was the largest among all of them, he heard someone called his name.
"Bell!" It was Octavia, who wore a wine colored tank top, black pants, and her usual combat boots. Her dark brown hair was loose and fell on her slim shoulders. "Clarke was getting nervous about you guys being gone for so long. She was about to send out a search party. She was worried about you guys getting speared by Grounders. Or killed." Octavia gave her older brother an arched brow, and she stood with her hand on her hip. "I was too, big brother."
"Don't worry, O. If any Grounders come, we will shoot them, and there will be no more. You know I got this." Bellamy gave her a reassuring smile. "Now carry this meat back to Murphy and Monroe, and tell Murphy not to get it all over the damn place. Or he can eat it from the ground." He handed Octavia the poor dead creatures, and she carried them (well, dragged) swiftly away. He smiled at his little sister, remembering both the joys and turmoil of raising her and watching her grow up. Now, she was a feisty and beautiful eighteen year old with a mind of her own, but was also very down-to-earth. She was the one who first stepped onto the Earth as the 100 descended from the drop ship. So free and completely ecstatic. The kids were mystified by the whole beauty of the world, and the secrets it came with. Octavia embraced the warm sun, and felt exuberant as she breathed her first breath of real oxygen. She never felt more alive before that moment.
Bellamy knew he smelled like a dead animal, and was grimy. He decided to wash up at the small pond. He continued to pace back to his tent to grab some clean clothes, so he can wash the ones he had on now. He kept the rifle hoisted over his shoulder, just in case he came along danger. One could never know. Then, he started walking towards the gate. Clarke saw him leave and decided to follow him, but only wanted to find out where he was going. When Bellamy spotted her, the sun reflected her long, blond hair, which for a split second, made him stop. But, he just groaned impatiently, and thought, what does she need now?
"Bellamy, where are you going? You just got back," Clarke stated, eyeing the clothes he carried. Bellamy just took a deep, throated groan. She was a little taken aback by his unfriendly reaction, and frowned. Does he need to be so cold and cruel to me?
"I am just going to wash up. In case you haven't noticed, I am dirty, and need to get rid of this crap on me." As if to emphasize, Bellamy wiped some sweat off his forehead. "I will be back shortly."
"Okay well, just be careful. We are going to contact the ARK later on today, and we need you Bellamy." Clarke turn her heel and ran back to the tent. When she spoke to him, she gazed into his dark brown eyes as if there were still hope for them, but knew there wasn't any. What was left, was anger, and she frequently wondered if she caused it. If only I stopped Finn from kissing me, and I wouldn't be so miserable. Otherwise, Bellamy wouldn't be like this. Clarke thought miserably, with tears in her eyes. Bellamy spotted the two of them smooching away by the trees where a group of glowing purple and blue butterflies fluttered around them. For Clarke and Finn, it was a gorgeous and serene scene. For Bellamy, it was like his heart was ripped out of his chest and shattered. He wasn't in love with Clarke then, but he did have a little crush on her, and maybe that could have blossomed into something more. But once again, he was deceived because he thought Clarke was taking a liking to him, with all the flirting and smiling. Now, he believed she only played with his mind and heart, just for her own desires, so as a result, Bellamy kept his distance. Who needs her? He had thought. His main focus was to keep the 100 intact, and no romance. There were a massive group of young women in the camp who found Bellamy incredibly attractive and sexy-a desirable piece of eye candy as he heard, but he didn't want anyone. Why? Well, he thought none of them were worth his time, and he was a teenager once, and he knew how driven and foolish hormones can be. One day, a girl can be all over you, and the next, like you were nonexistent. Bellamy did not need any of that. When the right girl comes along, then I will know and take her. She has to be someone very spectacular, and worth it. Until then, I just need to keep these kids from killing one another. It was because of Bellamy that the majority of the 100 were alive, and he intended to keep it that way. Nonetheless, he did happen to find girls in his bed, but felt nothing for them. Just a temporary relief and an alpha male high.
Bellamy found the small pond the little ways from the camp, in which all the 100 used for cleansing and washing. He stripped off his t-shirt and pants, took off the boots, and stepped into the cool water. He went in waist deep, and splashing the cool water down his sculpted body, getting every inch possible. He was running his fingers through his black, curly hair when he heard the same cracking noise as before with Finn and Jasper. He swiveled his head, scanning the area, looking for anything unusual. The cracking became intense and closer. This time, he knew it was not an animal. Somebody was out there indefinitely, watching him. Quickly getting out of the water, Bellamy pulled on his underwear, and grabbed his rifle, and with the water dripping from his hair, he yelled out. "Whoever the hell is out there, come out now or I will shoot!" His fingers were on the trigger, but froze when he seen what was in front of him, his eyes wide with surprise, his breath knocked from his lungs. What the hell?
There is only one reason why Bellamy Blake would drop his gun, and this was it.