Bellamy

"Hey, Princess, I think I hurt my wrist."

It was on the second or third day that Bellamy first heard the people around camp call the blonde that. There was usually a hint of contempt that went along with it but Bellamy just assumed it was because there was currently a power struggle between her and a boy named Wells. He had yet to hear what the girl's name was.

Princess? This confirmed his suspicions that she was more than she seemed. She should be watched more closely if she was the one in charge of these people.

The Sky People were clumsy and unskilled to the point where it hurt Bellamy to watch them sometimes. They had no idea how to hunt or even scavenge, let alone build a village. They learned quickly though, which was probably their only saving grace. They weren't a threat to his people at the moment but it was always a good idea to keep an eye on potential enemies.

The Night Clan was adamant about showing them that trespassing on their land was an act of war. The strange thing was that the Sky People acted like the only threat to them was the wildlife, not other people. To them, they were the only people around.

Then the Woods Tribe, Lexa's People, got involved. It was when Bellamy was back at his village that he heard the news. One of the Sky People had crossed the River Border and had been speared. That was the definitive moment when the Sky People knew that they were not alone. They began to build a wall, keep guards on duty, and train each other how to fight with knives and spears.

He couldn't let it go on much longer. They got stronger every day. They were imposing on his territory. They had found guns. Their leaders were becoming warriors.

They still had no idea that his people existed.

Maybe the Sky People and the Woods Tribe would just kill each other off and it wouldn't be his problem anymore.

Clarke

My plans of leaving everyone behind and making it on my own vanished in a blink of an eye when I saw the spear hit Jasper. My mind didn't automatically jump to people, I had been thinking more along the lines of gigantic radioactive monkeys who had somehow become smarter than the average human, but it did make the connection when we found Jasper hanging from a tree looking like death incarnate.

If I had left that very first night, I could have been the one hanging from a tree after being speared.

It was too crazy to be able to comprehend. People. On Earth. After a nuclear war. And now we had more to worry about than just playing house. We had to know how to protect ourselves, how to fight back if it came to that. We had to be a cohesive group who worked together in order to survive. So I sucked it up and talked to Wells for the first time in a long time.

It was hard working with Wells. He was always trying to bring up the past despite my obvious aversion to it. It wasn't like I had much choice though because he was the self-appointed leader of our merry band of delinquents. He also seemed to think that we were comfortable friends again. Hell I would need a mile in between me and him before I felt comfortable. It was hard at times to not just pack up the few things I had come to call my own the past few days and leave even with the dangers that were out there.

Four days since our 'landing'. Fights broke out all the time, usually about food or guard duty. We were getting better though, slowly building up a supply of food. It wasn't enough for the ninety plus people that were all starting to look malnourished.

That was what made me decide to go looking for a place called Mount Weather. According to Wells it should have enough supplies to last all of us through the winter at least. That is, if there hadn't been a river blocking my path. One that was definitely too deep to wade across. One that had almost gotten Jasper killed once he crossed.

One thing that you couldn't learn from textbooks? How to swim.

Wells had no clue that I had gone off on my own. I had 'borrowed' one of the guns and a few days worth of food.

I decided that I would just walk along the river until I found a safe place to cross and hope that there were no Grounders watching me. The sound of the water did little to ease the nerves I was beginning to feel. The hair on my arms stood on end and a dark feeling crawled up my spine but I kept going.

Snap.

My heart stopped and I whirled around, looking for the source of the noise. With a gulp I set my pack down and raised my gun. The noise had come from the forest on this side of the river. Maybe it was just one of the kids.

This was a really bad idea.

"Whoever is out there, I'm warning you!" I yell without thinking it through.

"I wouldn't threaten me if I were you." A gravelly voice returned.

A hand coming from behind me like a snake covered my mouth and another nocked my gun out of my hands. I attempted to scream but it came out muffled.

"Now why is the leader of her people out wandering alone? Our people would never allow for that." A voice tsked.

It hadn't come from the person behind me, but to my left. I couldn't move my head to see but I heard a rustle and knew that someone was looking through my stuff.

"Were you running away? Princess duties get to be too much for you?" The voice came again.

My heart was hammering in my chest like it was about to explode. I had to get away. I really didn't want to end up tied to a tree. Mustering all my strength together I stomped on the man's foot, elbowed him as hard as possible, and then bit into his hand. With a string of curses I didn't understand he let go of me and held his bleeding hand. I whirled on the other man who looked slightly amused and backed up, almost tripping on a rock.

This man was smaller than the one who had held her. And he wasn't wearing a mask. He was beautiful, olive skin and dark eyes. He had tattoos on his arms along with intricate leather band wrapped around his biceps. Oh no, hot Grounder alert.

"Ah, a virago at heart isn't she?" He says to the man who is still nursing his hand.

"More like a bit-"

"Now now, Lincoln. No need to be hostile with her yet."

I was surprised with their banter and appearance, when I thought 'Grounders' I thought of monstrous looking people who bathed in the blood of their enemies.

"Are you sure this is the girl? She looks like she just wet herself. I don't see how she could be their leader." The one named Lincoln sneered.

"I'm sure. Girl, you're coming with us. We have some things to discuss."

"No." I retorted.

With a laugh he says, "I could kill you instead if you insist."

Well, can't argue with that logic. So I gulped and took a step forward. The smaller Grounder was holding my gun and pack and turned to start leading the way.

Before Lincoln could grab me again I growled, "If you touch me again I'll bite your hand off."

Both of the grounders barked out laughs as they led me away, back into the forest.

Bellamy

This girl wasn't the smartest, but he would say she was brave. When they caught her it had certainly looked like she was running away, but he knew there had to be more to it than that. And when she had bit Lincoln's hand he could not help but feel a bit of pride for her.

Seeing her up close was strange. Hearing her voice up close was even stranger. Bellamy wondered if she was sent here just to test him. She was perfect and extremely tempting. When he had seen her about to cross the river he knew it was the perfect opportunity to get an upper hand on the Sky People. And the perfect opportunity to try to understand the girl.

"Who are you?" She broke into the silence.

Her bluntness made him smile, "Someone you should be scared of."

Her haughtiness was obviously making Lincoln angry. If anything the girl was definitely entertaining. Maybe entertaining enough to keep her alive for longer than expected. Octavia would love her immediately, probably force her to become her best friend. She would love to have a newcomer that she could teach our language too. It was about six or seven minutes before the girl spoke again.

"My name is Clarke." She simply stated.

Dear Lord, even her name was perfect. He was about to reply to that with something sarcastic when he heard a yelp and then something hit the ground. He turned and saw Clarke on the ground like she had just tripped. It was only a second before she was back on her feet wiping her hands on her pants like nothing had happened.

"Sorry."

Lincoln scoffed and they began to walk again. Their footfalls were the only noise to be heard except for the rustling in the trees. Again, Bellamy had to muse to himself about how easy it was to capture the girl. She had practically offered herself up on a silver platter.

That thought brought a new image to his head, one where she was literally being offered up on a silver platter. He shook his head, reminding himself that imagining his enemy undressing probably wasn't appropriate. No, what he was thinking was definitely not appropriate.

"We're almost there, Princess. Just refrain from tripping again until we get there."

His only answer was a pained grunt.

"What the hell is it this time?" He yelled, finally getting annoyed.

Again no answer, just the sound of footfalls. But they had stopped walking, so where was that coming from?

Bellamy turned and immediately grew from annoyed to pissed off. Lincoln was on the ground his head was bleeding like it was hit with a rock, hard. And the girl was running back towards the way they came like there was a demon chasing her. He brought her gun up and got her into its sights but couldn't bring himself to pull the trigger.

"Shit. SHIT!" He exclaimed.

Note to self: never underestimate that girl again.

The next time he saw her she was dead meat. But before he could go on the hunt he would have to get Lincoln back to Octavia.

Clarke

I had used my 'clumsiness' as a way to cover up the fact that I was picking up a very sharp rock. There was no way on earth that I could take on both of them, so I had to hope that talking down one of them quietly would give me enough time to run for my life.

But as soon as I started running I remembered that he had my gun. I waited for it, the boom and then the pain of a bullet ripping through my skin, but it never came. And I never looked back to see why not. Of course, hitting Lincoln had brought me immense pleasure and self-pride, but the adrenaline kick afterwards was the best part.

As I ran I could only think, This is it. This is what it feels like to be alive.

And oh stars it felt so good to be alive.

She should get kidnapped more often.