BPOV

It's been a few days since we landed. Clarke's camp has been doing great, and I couldn't help but be a little jealous. But what could I do? I had to get them to get their wrist bands off and that was the only way. I had to influence as many people as I could. Our camp had just run out of food, and I used my gun to hunt a deer. It wasn't as hard as everyone made it out to be. Their survival genes must've been fucked up without enemies to run from.

That evening we started a big fire and cooked the deer. That, I had to admit, was pretty awesome. I knew that Clarke was the better leader, but maybe I wasn't bad either. Maybe. My true motives reminded me of the difference between us. A few minutes after we started cooking, Clarke came. She just marched in, with her face serious, and her golden hair shining in the light of the fire. It took me a few moments to realize that her wrath was aimed at me.

"Is that meat? Did you go hunting?"

"Yeah," I said, not understating the problem. "You got a problem?"

"This could attract predators," she said. Of course. Only she would think of something like that.

"We're humans, princess. We are the predators." I could see on her face that she thought exactly what she did when we opened the drop ship's door. She knew I was wrong, but she couldn't logically prove it. I loved seeing her trying to think of something smart to say. When she couldn't come up with anything, she just stormed off.

"You can have some too, you know," I said. And without thinking, I repeated what I said to everyone else. Boy, was that a mistake. "All you have to do is give me your wrist band."

"What?!" She asked, practically yelling. "Is this what you've been doing all this time?!" She looked around and saw that many people who ate didn't have their wrist bands on. She was infuriated. And rightfully so. She turned to them and started talking. Of course, everyone listened. "You can't take these off!" She said. "That's how the ark knows we're alive. If they think we're dead they won't come down here."

"So?" I said, equally enthusiastic. I had to convince them. "We don't need them!"

"Of course we do! We're just a bunch of kids! We can't survive here on our own."

"I don't know about you, but we've been doing pretty well so far. We can survive on our own just fine!" This got me a roar of support. It sounded more angry towards the ark than supportive towards me.

"Okay, fine," she said, changing tactics. Of course she would. It was the smart thing to do. "What about things we can't make? Clothes, medicine? Do you want to live like this," she gestured around us, to the half Built camp and the raging fire, "For the rest of your lives?" She paused, letting what she said settle in, and then continued. "Besides, there's a leak of oxygen on the ark. They sent us down her to see if the earth was survivable again. If they think it's not, they're gonna kill more people so the ark could survive. So by doing this, you're not just killing us. You're killing them! Your parents, your friends! And us? As the human race? You're killing our doctors, our farmers, our engineers! You're taking us back centuries! And all for what?"

As much as I respected her speech abilities, I was not about to let her ruin my plans. "Come on Clarke! They're gonna put us all in jail, and you know that! Of course, they won't put you away, so why should you care?" It was a low blow, and we all knew it, but it won them over. Realizing it, she turned to me instead of them, and talked more quietly. Again, surprising me with her quick thinking.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked. "He's gonna pardon them all, and you know that." She wasn't even angry. She just wanted an explanation.

"Them? Maybe. But me? They guy who shot him? No way." I paused, for the dramatic effect, and then continued. "I just wanna live Clarke. Can't you understand that?"

"You killed the chancellor?"

"I needed to do that to get on the drop ship. I couldn't let Octavia come down here alone." I've never explained this to anyone. I've never thought some stuck up, spoiled, infuriatingly smart princess would be the one to hear it.

Again, she was speechless. After a long silence, or what seemed like one to me, she spoke. "You're sentencing all of us to die."

"And you're sentencing me to die." She realized I was a lost cause. I saw it on her face. She decided to try logically.

"You'll never get my wrist band off, and as long as one of us is alive, they'll know the earth isn't toxic and come."

"I'm sure you can be persuaded" I said, with what I hoped was a charming smile.

She did not see it that way. She came closer to me until we were inches apart, and looked at me with those piercing eyes of hers. "The only way the ark is gonna think I'm dead, is if I'm dead. Got it?"

I had nothing to say to that, and she didn't want to listen. She stormed off, her puppy following, and I realized what just happened. My plan was going to fail. I had to think of something else.

I spent the next few days working on that. Besides cutting off her hand, I couldn't think of anything. The thing was waterproof and she kept it very close. Besides, Clarke is not someone I wanted to have as an enemy. On top of that, our supplies were running out, and I couldn't hunt enough game for everyone. On Clarke's camp, everything was going great. They had enough food for a month. I looked at Octavia, slowly eating the small piece of meat that was allowed to each person. She tries to make it last. It was obvious she was hungry. I decided it was time to make a change, and went to Clarke's camp.

I found her helping someone with a bruised arm. of course she'd be our doctor. As I walked her way she finished with her patient, and Finn came over, kissing her in a way that was not appropriate for an infirmary. Or anywhere public. I mentally rolled my eyes. This seemed so surreal. Like a race horse dating a donkey. I was very glad to interrupt, and surprisingly, she seemed so too.

"Can we talk?" I asked. When Finn didn't seem to be leaving I added "alone?"

She nodded and we walked aside. "Ran out of food?"

I chuckled. "Yeah. But that's not what I came to talk to you about. Well, it's part of it." I took a deep breath before continuing. Admitting defeat was not something I did often. "I wanna join your camp." Her response came as a surprised look, so I elaborated. "You're better at this, we both know that. And I think we should work together."

She was caught completely off guard. That felt great. "Umm, sure. Of course. Bring them over." she said, still a little stunned.

"Good." I said and smiled at her. "But I just have one condition." Her surprise turned into the familiar exasperation that she always displayed around me.

"You come here asking for help, and you have conditions?"

"Come on Clarke. These people do what I say, and you won't let them starve to death. You'll do whatever it takes to make sure they're okay, even if that means negotiating with me."

That one didn't fool her.

"This is absurd." she said, and turned to walk away.

I grabbed her hand, stopped her and said "Just listen." she stayed where she was, which I took as a good sign, so I continued. "I need you to get them to pardon me when they come down."

Her face softened as she answered. "I can't promise you that Bellamy.. I don't have that kind of power. I can promise to try, but.."

"That's not good enough."

"Listen. I know why you're here. I know why you do everything you do. She may not see it, but I do. I can see it in the way you let her be the first to walk to the earth, and how you worry that she hasn't eaten meat in a day when you haven't eaten in three. You're here for your sister. So I can promise you that if anything happens to you, I'll make sure she's safe."

I did not see this coming. How could my rival leader, the person who's been upset with me through all of our conversations, know me this well? She saw things that even I didn't and she knew exactly how I felt. She understood. No one ever has. Not even Octavia. I trusted her with Octavia's life, so I reached for a hand shake, and she shook it with that smile of hers, that said that she had no idea how I made it this far.

I got everyone else to move to her camp and stopped asking for the wrist bands. The atmosphere in her camp was great. Everyone was happily working, and she most of all. I tried to talk to her and see how I can take some of the pressure off but whenever she had a minute, she spent it with Finn. That disgusted me. They were together for two weeks, and he was acting as if he were in love with her his whole life. Pathetic. I thought that maybe he manipulated her, to get something from her. That thought infuriated me, and I had to convince myself that she was smart enough to not be manipulated. So, with nothing better to do, I sat by our never-ending fire, and thought about my next move.

This is the second chapter of the story... Hope you liked it :D

I know that the past 2 chapters were a little slow, and didn't seem to have much going on, but you'll see the importance of that as the story progresses.
The chapters will also become longer and more intense. So just bare with me okay? :)

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