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This chapter shall be about reactions of Clarke's absence, so it should be interesting.

Anyways, here it is.


Chapter 6:

The door to the dropship began to close, and Bellamy buckled his seatbelt, glancing at the ceiling with relief. His sister was safely on the dropship. He nodded gratefully in Miller's direction, who had snuck on as well, and leaned his head against the seat.

The grating noise of the door stopped and started up again, and loud footsteps echoed around the shuttle. Five pairs of feet marched inside of the ship on the lower level, and Bellany clenched his fists. Octavia was down there. A quiet female voice spoke a few inaudible words before arguing with someone. Grunts of pain sounded from a few of what Bellamy presumed to be the guards, and muffled screaming followed, accompanied by the same marching footsteps, this time leaving the area.

The doors closed, and Bellamy fumbled with his seatbelt, desperate to check on his sister and friends. But the sudden takeoff inhibited his plans, and he strapped himself back in with a soft groan.

The small screen lit up, and Jaha spoke while the kids complained and cursed at the Chancellor. At least he wasn't bleeding out this time, Bellamy thought, shaking his head ever so slightly.

The ship began to shake violently as they entered the atmosphere, and fearful screams escaped the mouths of many kids. The top of the ship fell off with a painful screeching noise, like nails on a chalkboard, and sparks rained down all around them. It felt as if this was the end. Maybe only Clarke was meant to survive this time. He closed his eyes, waiting to die, and instead was jolted forward against his seatbelt as the dropship hit the ground with a thud.

Bellamy immediately jumped up and went down the ladder as fast as he felt was possible. He ran to the door before anyone else could and scanned the crowd, searching for a few specific people. Before he could find everyone he was engulfed by a hug, and he smiled down at his sister, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. He looked up, still searching for a familiar blonde head, and couldn't find her. Knowing that it would have to wait a moment, Bellamy reached for the door handle. His subconcious hoped to hear somebody scolding him about radiation, but he was greeted with silence.

The door hit the soil with a thud, and Octavia slowly walked down the ramp, before jumping onto the ground. She gazed around in awe, before turning towards her brother and calling out with a smirk "We're back bitches!"

The delinquents rushed out around him, cheering wildly as they explored and marveled at the forest around them.

Bellamy surveyed the area, before allowing himself to bask in the sunlight for a moment. His dreams had done him no justice, Earth was even more beautiful than he remembered.

The wind whispered through the jade green leaves of the trees, and sunlight shone upon his face. The normal machine hum was absent, replaced by the rustling of animals and the cheers of the delinquents. The puffy, white clouds dappled the blue sky, and the world seemed perfect.

This would be a beautiful painting. Bellamy thought out of the blue, and a frown instantly appeared upon his face. He scanned the area once more and didn't see her. "Where the hell is she?" He muttered under his breath.

"What was that?" Octavia asked, walking over with a genuine smile.

Bellamy remained silent, looking at his feet.

"It's amazing isn't it?" She commented, oblivious to his worry.

Bellamy grumbled something inaudible in response before looking her in the eye. "Have you seen her?" He asked, not even trying to appear nonchalant.

"Who?"

"Clarke." He replied, desperation in his tone.

Octavia shook her head, avoiding his gaze, and Bellamy cursed under his breath, storming out of the clearing. He paced around, occasionally brushing his fingers across the knife on the inside of his jacket. After a while, he walked back and peered in through the outer circle of bushes.

Most of the delinquents were wandering around camp, marveling at the trees, but in the corner, almost out of sight, were a few familiar faces. They were deep in conversation, standing close together and whispering about who knows what.

Bellamy shook his head and strolled over to the group. Oblivious to his presence, the group continued talking about something in a quiet tone, which he soon noticed was about Clarke.

Jasper, his back to Bellamy, said quietly. "What do we do? Bellamy is going to be extremely pissed. He's going to-"

Monty saw their subject of conversation and coughed, suddenly finding an interest in the dirt.

Everyone looked up, and most had an expression of guilt and fear. He smirked for a moment, knowing they were scared of him, before he remembered why they were frightened. He stood there, staring at each of them carefully, weighing his options. He glanced around for a few seconds before deciding to stare at Jasper.

"Tell me..." he started, voice surprisingly even. "What will I be extremely pissed about?"

The small group of kids simply stood there, each waiting for the other to speak.

Jasper coughed and cleared his throat. "That, um... Clarke isn't here."

Bellamy took a step, closing the distance between him and Jasper. "You really think I'm that stupid?" He questioned in a deep, cold tone. "I know she's not here. And I also you that you know why." His eyes darkened. "So tell me, where the hell is the Princess?"

"She's on the Ark still." Raven commented, and Bellamy whirled around.

"She jumped ship?" He asked in disbelief.

Murphy shook his head, glancing at Raven. "Not by force."

Bellamy turned, walking over to Murphy, who was a few yards away. "What happened?" He asked quietly in the same cold tone.

"Four guards came on, and they were with Abby Griffin. Abby forced the guards to take her, and she put up a fight, but they eventually tackled her and forcefully took her off of the ship." Murphy explained calmly.

Bellamy clenched his fists, shaking his head. He bowed his head and stood there while they watched him, waiting for a response. Suddenly, Bellamy raised his arm and punched Murphy as hard as he could, right in the cheek.

Murphy crumpled to the ground, unconcious.

"Dammit!" He yelled, taking out his anger on his friends. "Why didn't you help her? What is wrong with all of you? Why didn't you stop them?" He stayed silent for a moment, before speaking quietly. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He briskly walked out of camp, shaking his head.

"Bellamy, wait!" Octavia called out, running to catch up with him.

"Not now O." He grumbled, picking up the pace.

"She's okay, she'll be fine." She attempted to reassure him, and he stopped in his tracks.

"I don't give a damn, okay? Go back to camp." He spat, storming away. This time, she didn't follow.

He distanced himself further and further from camp, unsure of where he was going. He knew it was stupid and reckless, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. The only thing he wanted at the moment was for Clarke to be on Earth. Thinking of her made him wonder what she would want him to do, and that's when he turned around. He had to keep them alive until everyone else arrived to Earth.

When he arrived back at camp, it was getting dark. Many of the delinquents looked at him curiously, and none of them quite knew what to do. He glanced around, and knew he had to start his mission of survival.

"We need to get organized if we want to survive." He started loudly, and everyone fixated their gaze on him. "We need to choose assignments and we need to build a camp. When I was out today, I saw a human being. Luckily, he didn't see me today, but the point is, we aren't alone. So, we need to build a wall around the camp, using whatever supplies we have. We need to assign groups to hunting, we need to learn how to throw spears and knives. Our nutrition packs won't last forever. We need to share our supplies to keep everyone alive. Come to me if you have any suggestions or if you'd like to work on a specific project."

Some kids groaned, and someone called out "Why should we?"

Bellamy, unable to pinpoint the speaker, clenched his fist. "Because they sent you, and everyone else, down here to die. And, if we do basic things to survive, then we might prove them wrong. So, if you want to give the Ark a message, would you rather say 'Screw you' or tell them that you're giving up?"

Many of the spectators mumbled their agreement, and he told them that they'd start tomorrow. Over the next few days, people told him where they wanted to work, and he placed them there. He went to the bunker that Kane had suggested before and brought the guns back. He taught a select few how to shoot, and took them hunting. The wall was eventually built, tents were secured, and food was brought back. He even managed to speak to Clarke's best friend on the Ark, and he knew for certain that Wells loved Clarke

The only problem left was the Grounders. They had killed some of his delinquents, including Wells, and they were becoming an increasing problem. If only he knew what to do. He was meant to lead, but it didn't feel right without someone to share the burden with.

His thoughts were interrupted when somebody spoke. "Bellamy?"

Bellamy turned around, gun by his side, and scowled when he saw who it was. "Finn."

Finn sighed. "I wanted to talk to you about meeting with the Grounders. I've set up a meeting with one, but they said to bring our leader, which is you."

Bellamy contemplated, debating whether or not he'd go. Eventually he decided to come along, only to try to change what happened before, as he thought of it.

They trudged through the forest the next morning to the bridge, this time on slightly better terms. Before, Bellamy would have never agreed to this. But now? He was different, he supposed.

When they arrived, two cloaked figures were standing in the shadows, and two Grounders stood at the edge of the bridge. They began to walk towards him, and Bellamy motioned for Finn to stay back. He met them at the middle, and saw that it was Anya and an extremely familiar face.

"Lincoln?"


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