So, before you start reading I'd just like to clarify some things:
This story was written just after episode 3 of 'The 100' was aired so as the series goes along, things may be different than they are in this story as there isn't much information out at this time. Some of my views in this story may turn out differently than the show.
This first chapter is just a taste of what the story will be like (Jastavia). The next chapters will be longer and more detailed.
No one knows Wells is dead yet, so they obviously have no idea that Charlotte is dangerous with clear mental issues. There might be some cheeky references about it later on though! :P
My view of what the Grounders look like will most likely be different than that of the show. I want them to look really scary!
Besides those things I hope you enjoy this very short chapter and continue to read when I write more! Please favourite, follow, review etc. It'll help me feel more inspired to keep this story going :)
Chapter 1
"Hey Jasper, I have something for you," Octavia yelled out as she jumped over a few logs to reach Jasper who was sitting down carving a spear with a small knife under a shady tree.
"If I can't eat it or watch movies on it I don't want it," Jasper joked, struggling to pull himself up from the ground.
"Woah, woah. Easy there Rambo. You're still injured. You've got to start taking it easy or you'll end up getting hurt again," Octavia ordered, slinging Jasper's arm over her shoulder and lifting him up with a quiet grunt.
"I'm fine. Should probably stop sitting down in places where I can't get up though. Makes me feel like a turtle on its back."
Octavia giggled as she picked up Jasper's homemade spear. "Isn't it a bit ironic to be making a spear considering you just had one neighbouring your stomach?"
Jasper smiled and shook his head, snatching the spear from Octavia. "It's called revenge, darling. When we find the person-"
"Thing," Octavia interrupted, causing an awkward and uneasy silence.
"When we find the thing that almost killed me, I'm going to spear it with my own spear. It's like a nice therapy. Now, what delicious food do you have for me today?" Jasper asked sarcastically. He knew that what Octavia had wouldn't be food, but he could dream, right?
"Well if you think a twelve year old girl is a delicious food, you're in luck. That little girl that has the nightmares has been missing all night and morning and Clarke wants us to go find her."
"You mean Charlotte? That girl is creepy. Something's not quite right with her. Maybe we should just let her get eaten by the Grounders or something."
"Jasper!" Octavia gasped, slapping him on the arm in shock of his remark.
"I'm kidding, Tay! Chill out. We'll go find her. She couldn't have gone too far."
Octavia pulled out her knife from her back pocket and used it to point to a part of the woods hidden with thick trees that the Delinquents have tried to avoid entering. Jasper didn't like what Octavia was implying, but if he wanted to impress her, this was his chance.
"Alight, Jasper. Let's start looking this way," Octavia ordered, trudging off towards the woods.
Be brave, Jasper thought to himself. Don't screw this up!