"What?" I asked breathlessly as tingles ran across my skin at the mere contact of our hands.

"Recognise me, Kitten?" My eyes flashed up to his, seeing a victorious smirk on his face. My eyes went wide, my mouth agape.

"You!" I tried to pull my hand out of his grasp but failed as he tugged me into his chest. I quickly began to use my other hand to hit him. "You're the one who put me here––" Bellamy grabbed my other hand into his free hand, mobilizing my arms from assaulting him farther. "God dammit, one day I'm going to kill you Bellamy Blake."

"Aw, Kitten got claws still I see, even after a year."

"Well, at least I have claws. I heard you're a janitor now." I hissed out at him. I ripped myself from his hold and stomped towards the drop ship. I cursed mentally as I heard his footsteps following me from behind.

I halted suddenly as I drew closer to Wells and John Murphy.

"You know, my father, he begged for mercy in the airlock chamber when your father floated him." John informed Wells, brandishing his knife to show himself as a threat to the Chancellor's son.

I saw as Wells took a deep breath and ignored his comment. "You spelled "die" wrong, geniuses." Wells told John and the group of boys, pushing past the boys to find a new spot to hide from John and his croons.

"If you're gonna kill someone, it's probably best not to announce it." Bellamy advised the gang of boys as Wells limped away.

Bellamy had finished walking up and stood by my side as we watched as John and his sidekicks turn to face us.

"Well well well, look who it is," a sick, twisted smile formed on John's face as he saw me. I gulped, trying to take a step back but fell against Bellamy.

"J-John, whatever you say––" I began, fear evident in my eyes.

"Shut up, Sash," John snapped at me, stepping closer. I flinched and he paused. "Still the scared little bitch, huh?"

"Leave her alone, Murphy." Bellamy said, a hint of a threat underneath. I let out a breath as Bellamy moved me behind him.

"You're not really a member of the guard, are you?" John asked Bellamy, his focus off of me… for now.

"No. The real guard will be here soon unless we stop it. You don't actually think they're gonna forgive your crimes. Even if they do, then what? Guys like us, we're gonna become model citizens now, get jobs, if we're lucky, - maybe pick up their trash?" I looked at Bellamy's back as he talked to the boys, what was he doing?

"You got a point?" One of John's buddies asked.

"No. I got a question. They locked you up, dumped you down here like lab rats to die.

So why are you helping them?"

"The hell we are." The boy retorted, a scowl on his face at the thought of helping the people who had put us on the ground.

"You're wearing those bracelets, aren't you? Right now, those things are telling them whether or not it's safe to follow us down."

"Okay, you said we could stop it. How?" John asked Bellamy.

"Take them off. The Ark will think you're dead, that it's not safe to follow. You follow?"

"Right, and if we do, I mean, what's in it for us? John questioned Bellamy further. I rolled my eyes, selfish bastard only wanted something if there was something in it for himself.

"Someone has got to help me run things." The boys smirked at one another and John Murphy and his friends left me alone with Bellamy.

"What the hell are you doing Bellamy?" I asked, pushing my hand against his chest. He couldn't walk away. "Is this because of what I overheard you––"

"It's none of your concern Kitten," Bellamy told me. I bit my lip as I looked up at the tall man who was before me. His dark eyes stared into mine, searching for something. I nodded, parting my lips as my eyes flickered down towards his lips.

Bellamy smirked down at me, noticing my glance.

I blushed before I ran away, finding a tall tree nearby, before I climbed up the branches. I sat there, watching the 100 around me, observing how they adapted to the new home.

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"Keep going!" Murphy yelled. "Who's next?" I stood besides Bellamy and Murphy, watching as they had begun to take off the wristbands off of any willing kid nearby.

"What the hell are you doing?" I glanced up, watching as Wells came into the clearing, bewildered at the sight.

"We're liberating ourselves. What does it look like?" Bellamy asked him, turning around to face Jaha's son.

"It looks like you're trying to get us all killed. The communication system is dead. These wristbands are all we got. Take them off, and The Ark will think we're dying, that it's not safe for them to follow."

"That's the point, Chancellor. We can take care of ourselves, can't we?" Bellamy asked the kids surrounding us. I bit my lip, this would not end well.

"Yeah!"

"You think this is a game? Those aren't just our friends and our parents up there.

They're our farmers, our doctors, our engineers."

"I don't care what he tells you. We won't survive here on our own and besides, if it really is safe, how could you not want the rest of our people to come down? My people already are down. Those people locked my people up. Those people killed my mother for the crime of having a second child. Your father did that."

"My father didn't write the laws." Wells tried to reason with Bellamy.

"No. He enforced them, but not anymore, not here. Here, there are no laws."

"Yeah!" The crowd yelled in agreement. "Yeah!"

"Here, we do whatever the hell we want whenever the hell we want. Now, you don't have to like it, Wells. You can even try to stop it or change it, kill me."

I pushed my way between the two, "stop it you two, please." I pleaded, placing my hands on both of their chests, pushing them away from one another.

Bellamy barely took notice of me. "You know why, Chancellor? Whatever the hell we want."

I pushed Jaha away, not caring for him in the moment, rather than Bellamy Blake, who had become a major problem. He had taken it upon himself to become leader, to take off the wristbands.

Bellamy looked down at me with a questioning look, but did not say anything as John Murphy began to make the crowd chant with him. I looked around Bellamy's body at John's grin as everyone chanted, and I shuddered.

"Whatever the hell we want! Whatever the hell we want! whatever the hell we want whatever the hell we want whatever the hell we want whatever the hell we want whatever the hell we want whatever the hell we want whatever the hell we want whatever the hell we want whatever the hell we want."

I gasped, pushing my body closer to Bellamy's as a sudden cold rushed through my body and I glanced up at the sky, as rain fell from the sky.

Yells of joy rang out from the mass of teenagers. "Rain!"

"Real rain!"

I looked up at Bellamy, who's eyes were closed, enjoying the moment in the cool rain. His eyes slowly opened and he looked down at me with a lazy grin. "What a day huh, Kitten?"

"Check it out! It's water!" A boy yelled out.

"We need to collect this." I lowered my head and looked to see Wells staring at Bellamy and me. I bit my lip as he stared at Bellamy, begging him to listen to him.

"Whatever the hell you want."

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I sat above everyone on a tree branch, watching everyone slowly settle down and fall asleep. I leaned against the rough bark of the tree, my eyes slowly falling.

A huge 'crack!' sounded across the forest and my eyes flew open. I steadied myself on the huge branch, glancing down to the forest floor to see Bellamy, John and others snicker as they past my tree.

"Shut the hell up, Atom! We have to be quiet you jack-ass."

I bit my lip as they passed, their voices slowly fading away. I fell from the tree, quietly. My feet moved through the broken branches and grass quietly as if I was a grounder myself, silent as the night. I followed the group of boys from far away, watching how they went down to the area most of the 100 went during the day.

Their voices became silent quickly and I crept behind a tree before I scaled the tree and into the high branches. I settled quickly, watching in confusion as Bellamy began to talk to Wells, with whom he had grabbed along the way to the clearing.

I didn't know where the others had gone, but Bellamy had grabbed Wells before coming here. It was a confrontation.

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"Sasha," I paused and turned around. Bellamy had caught up with me, his eyes trained on me wearily. I had witnessed what he and the other boys had done. They had cut off Wells wristband, attacking him in the dark.

"I won't tell anyone how poorly you executed that plan." I hissed out, stepping towards him. "You all are cowards."

"Cowards?" Bellamy laughed. "I gave him a chance Sasha!"

"No, you didn't give him a choice. You attacked him." I accused him, "that isn't what a leader should do."

"Screw my leadership!" Bellamy yelled out. "I don't care who's in charge, just as long as those wristbands are off every damn person." He paused. "Even you, Kitten."

My breath caught in my throat, "n-no. Bellamy please don't. I don't understand!"

Bellamy stepped closer, a grim look on his features. "I'm a dead man if the Chancellor comes down."

"What did you do, Bellamy? Tell me and maybe I can understand!"

"I-I can't, Sasha!" Bellamy grabbed my wrists, pulling me into his body. "You'll hate me if you found out…"

"Bell, please don't do this." I pleaded. "I'll do anything just don't do this! I-I'll help you get Clarke's wristband off!" I yelled and suddenly, Bellamy stopped moving.

"Run," Bellamy said darkly. "Get the hell away from me."