Brave New World
Chapter 6: Deserving
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Clarke
My eyes fluttered open, the drowsy feeling of wanting to continue sleeping; yet being restored with energy, buzzed throughout me. I knew it was time for me to get up. I squinted into the dark room, I let my eyes shut as I took a deep, soft breath. I'd slept surprisingly well last night.
I shifted, and readied myself to getting up for the day. The hallway light was still dark, so I assumed it was probably six in the morning. I sighed, and pushed myself off of the bed. However... Beds don't make noises.
I heard an irritated groan and felt something wrap around my waist. Last night flashed back to me in small segments, I rolled my eyes as I realized who I had pushed off of. Bellamy groaned again, and grabbed my wrist that had all of my weight on him, partially pinning him.
"You know Clarke, if you wanted to keep my in your bed, all you have to do is take your clothes off." Bellamy murmured into the pitch black room, by the sleepy tone in his voice, and the arm tugging me back down, I could tell I'd woken him up, and he wanted to go back to sleep.
I rolled my eyes at his flirtatious comment and child like behavior. After he couldn't move my wrist; the pressure I kept on his form, and couldn't pull me down to sleep again, He let out a small disappointed sigh. I began untangling my legs from his and then moved my hand off of his chest.
I reached over Bellamy and flipped on the small table lamp. The dark room instantly filled with a dim light, it shinning the strongest by the irritated and sleep deprived Bellamy. I gave him a small smile, and responded to his earlier comment.
"You know Bellamy, if you wanted to sleep in, you could have joined Finn, in your own room." I raised my eyebrows at him and gave the amused Blake my best, "seriously, you're going to have to do better than that" face. He raised his eyebrows quickly and then propped himself up on his elbows.
I stood from the bed, and began gathering my clothes for the day. I grabbed the changing curtain and pulled it in front of the lamp, and the interested expression Bellamy was wearing.
I scoffed to myself and quickly pulled my clothes on. I grabbed my boots and two knives but didn't place them on me. I had another hour before people began waking up, and two, until people began moving around for the day.
I crawled back onto the bed and watched as Bellamy propped himself up against the head board. I hadn't noticed his rough appearance until now, he was filthy, I'm pretty sure the sheets wouldn't be so white anymore... I smirked at that for some unknown reason.
I grabbed one of my used towels and wet it in the small hand sink, then handed it to Bellamy. He scowled but took the towel and scrubbed it down his face. Soot, ash, and mud that caked his skin, came off into the bleached white towel.
"You're filthy Bellamy, and because of you so are the bedsheets." I scoulded, both of my hands on my hips, a small frown etched in on my face. I turned to wet another towel, when I heard him mutter something.
"Princess doesn't like to get dirty." I swiveled around, but despite myself I could contain the small laugh that bubbled out of me. He made his appearance so child like and innocent when I faced him. The words he said, were anything but innocent. His expression, and his dirt clotted hair, lead me to laughing instead of strangling him.
I decided to take a different route with his comment. "I've gotten dirty before, though it was enjoyable," I purred out, "I prefer other ways to abuse my time." I finsihed normally, I could help but laugh at Bellamy's dumbfounded expression. When I started laughing he swiftly glared. I controlled my giggles and handed him the next wet towel.
Bellamy rolled his eyes at my behavior but snatched the towel never less. I doubted he'd ever admit it, but I think he secretly enjoys our small arguments. Sometimes I wonder if I do too. I shook my head, this was Bellamy Blake for gods sake. He was unpredictable, rash, adventurous, hot-headed, and manipulative. He was so many things I am not.
Though, our footing with each other was good right now, what happens when he learns about us traveling with the grounders, and the future. Things would return back to our rocky relationship when we were out of danger. A small thought different across my mind. We were on earth now... We were never out of danger and it appeared I was never going to be rid of Bellamy Blake.
That simple throught brought a delicate smile to my face. Because it was simple, I didn't want to be rid of him. I'd done it for ten days and it was the worst ten days of my entire life, I'd never chose to do it again. He understood me, that didn't mean he was the best person I'd ever met, because he wasn't, but it did mean that he struggled just like the rest of us did, which meant he deserved to live.
"What's on the agenda today Doc?" Bellamy raided his eyebrows for emphasis and crossed his right leg over his left one. The daring brunet giving me a small ghost of a smirk, and lowered his eyes for a split second just to widen them when he looked up at me once again. Now he was just trying to play games.
"Touring day. Everyone is shown around and tested to fit into certain categories of their system. I meet with Marcus Xavior around nine. Monty, Jasper and I will transfer more supplies from the military room to the laundry room during lunch or dinner." I said and looked at Bellamy.
"What's on your guard schedule?" I asked, my eyes glancing from the suit laying in the ground to the ebony haired man sitting on my bed.
"I'll go back to Finn and I's room," Bellamy said, and I spaced out for a moment, realizing that I hadn't seen or talked to Finn yet. It was a relief that he was alive, but different from the relief I felt when I discovered Bellamy was alive.
The relief I felt for Finn was... Was of a concerned friend. Like when I'd seen Monty safe. Yes I had feelings for Finn, had being the keyword. He lied, and though I forgave him, that didn't mean it was okay. I knew I needed to move on, he was taken, even if Raven didn't claim him anymore.
When Bellamy returned, it was different. I'd believed he was dead and I was alone. I was alone... because he was dead. He was the only one, out of sixty six kids that understood exactly what I felt; the stress, pressure, and anxiety of being a leader. Of not only looking out for ones self, but sixty some others.
I focused again and clued myself in on what Bellamy had said. "I have to patrol once a day, and I have guard duty over you and the remaining one hundred, so most likely I'll be observing and walking around for most of the day."
I nodded and stood up, stretching the kinks out of my back. When I lifted my arms above my head, a small ribbon of creamy white flashed. I felt Bellamy's eyes linger over the exposed skin for a moment before my arms fell and the tight shirt settled itself against my hips once again.
"Clarke..." I heard the ebony haired older boy mutter my name, I turned to look at him. My eyes softened at his relaxed posture and worried expression. I nodded, not wanting to break the silence, but wanting him to continue.
"D-Do you think Octavia is okay?" Bellamy asked, his brown eyes lowered, two creases between his brows showed me how worried he really was. His slanted posture showed his defeated soul. He'd probably been worried about this for the past ten days, he probably wanted to chase his sister down and follow after her; that is why he came down here, to protect her.
He chose; on a hope that we were here and alive, to follow and save the sixty six deliquents, instead of his sister. That decision must have weighted on him more than any he'd made in his life.
"Bellamy... You wouldn't have left her side if a part of you didn't beleive she'd be fine." I said, because I knew it was true. If for a moment, during his decison, that he felt like Octavia would be walking into her own death, he wouldn't have let her go. Or he would have followed her, to protect her.
He looked generally surprised by her words, they took a minute to sink in but when they did, his face mellowed out and his posture straightened. His brown eyes flashed to my blue ones. Though he didn't say thank you, I knew he meant it. I just nodded my head in acknowledgement and grabbed my shoes.
"Let's get today over with." Bellamy declared and stood up, he looked significantly better. For starters; he wasn't covered in dirty and filth anymore, he also seemed to regain a little color and confidence in her reinsurance regarding his sister, and finally, he smirked.
'Yeah... He was just fine' I thought to myself and rolled my eyes. I grabbed the two miniature swords and shoved them down on the outside of my boots. They weren't visible, but they were comforting.
I saw Bellamy's interested and amused look, a small question posed in his eyes. I smirked, and shot him my best challanging look.
"How else am I going to keep filthy boys, like you, out of my room at night?" I asked, my eyes glowed with a mischievous spark. I coldnt see his expression because he was pulling his suit on behind the changing station, but I heard his throaty laugh. My smirk fell to a light smile as I waited, his laugh wasn't bad.
I'd expected it to be tinged with an evil tint, despite how stupid it sounded, it kind of fit my image of Bellamy. Instead it was deep, masculine, domestic... It fit him, the real him, not the strict, concited him, but the protective, caring, and adventuous him. I rolled my eyes, forcing the thoughts of Bellamy Blake out of my head.
He cleared his throat, I turned towards him, my eyes clearly unamused and a little better guarded. The sarcastic words I was ready to spit at him caught In my throat and I awkwardly coughed. There in front of me stood a shirtless brunet. Though I didn't want to give him a one over, my eyes betrayed me.
He wore a conceited smirk, and then moved his hands to his belt. Instantly I reddened. I stood frozen, my eyes wide and jaw slightly dropped. I quickly swiveled around and covered my eyes. Though I knew he had boxers on, I didn't feel like seeing Bellamy strip tease today.
"BLAKE! What the hell do you think you're doing?" I demanded, my hands covering my eyes, even though I was facing the opposite direction. I roughly tore a hand through my golden locks and took a deep breath. I was going to kill him... Right when I could actually face him. That thought had my blush spreading.
"Problem Princess?" His teasing tone only fueled my anger. I debated swirling around and giving him a piece of my mind. But I didn't think I'd be able to face him for long before he drew more attention to his body.
In my defense, I'm a seventeen year old girl who's never gotten experience with boys besides Wells and my father. Both relationships that no longer exist. Finn was the only boy I'd seen shirtless, besides Lincoln that is. And though I'd never admit it outloud, the earth had chiseled Bellamy's body in all the right places.
Thankfully my wittier side helped me gain a little better footing with myself. 'He'd be perfect if only he didn't speak, and his personality was equivalent to a tree or really dumb animal.' I could help but laugh at my small thought. I carefully peaked behind me to see Bellamy fully clothed, holding his mask in one hand, and his folded black clothes in the other.
I fully turned around. "I didn't want to wear two sets of clothes all day, I'll be by later tonight to change," Bellamy lifted his eyebrows and sent me a 'looking forward to it,' look. I scoffed and rolled my eyes. He pulled his mask over his head and left the room, waving two fingers behind him as a goodbye.
I sighed and watched as the door shut, I really wanted this day over with...
The Ark
I sat on the cold metal ground of the drop ship. My head lulled to the side looking at Ravens sleeping form. There were three large fires going outside with everyone sleeping around them. I sat in here, unable to sleep, and cold. I guessed it was five or six in the morning.
I'd wrapped Raven in blanket after blanket, though she still shivered, she wouldn't die from hypothermia. I laughed bitterly at the positive fact. She'd woken up at the end of the day yesterday. She only muttered my name before falling unconscious again.
Looking at her from outside, she didn't have any internal bleeding. She would live, though she wouldn't be able to walk, not unless we somehow found a laboratory with all the technology and information needed to perform the surgery.
My mind drifted to my daughter. Where was she? My thoughts were eating me alive. I felt myself breaking, I'd survived for a reason... I survived to be reunited with my daughter. She was here, along with one hundred other kids, we had to find them.
I rubbed my palms into my eyes and looked down, my posture defeated. I was almost positive that I was on the verge of breaking, when a soft groan got my attention.
"A-Abby..." Raven groaned my name, I quickly jumped to my feet and was by her side, a soft, broken smile on my lips.
"Hey Raven... How are you feeling?" I asked and grabbed her right hand, giving it a little squeeze.
"... I'm alive, so that's good, I guess." Her voice was raspy and unused. I looked at the red plant in the now cold water, from what guessed the water used to be hot or warm.
"Are you thirsty?" I asked the pale girl, she looked around her and then nodded.
I started to exit the drop ship when her weak but curious voice asked me, "You got here in time..." I wanted to assume she was talking about her life, but I knew she was asking about something else. I kept going out of the drop ship and filled a canteen full of water.
As I was walking back to the drop ship I saw Kane's eyes following me. Before I could enter the ship, he stopped in front of me.
"Kane," I regarded, I looked at him with the unasked question of 'Is there something you need?'
"Abby, now that Raven is awake, we need to know everything from her. The kids said there were survivors here, dangerous people. We," he motioned to everyone around the fires, "are sitting ducks, we need to regroup with everyone and find a safe shelter for the winter. " Kane spoke so professionally I looked at him with a small surprised frown.
"Raven has barely been conscious for more than ten minutes and you want me to milk her for information...?" I asked my eyes hard and voice cold.
He avoided my statement and continued forward with his professional manner, "Were going to freeze to death if we don't find permanent shelter for the winter. If that means we have to leave the kids, then so be it." Kane said, and now I understood what he was really wanting or trying to say.
"I will stop at nothing until we find those kids." I glared up at him, he opened his mouth but I'd already shouldered past him and into the drop ship before he could retort.
"He's a bit of a dick, isn't he..." Raven murmured when I entered the drop ship and I couldn't help but laugh lightly.
"He is... But he's right about one thing," I spoke cautiously to the recovering teen and helped her prop up and drink some of the clear liquid. "Where did everyone go? Why would they leave you? What happened Raven?" I asked, my tone needy but delicate.
"Abby..." She paused and looked around, her eyes held pain and fear, "Let me start from the beginning." Raven said and looked at me before she roughly pulled herself into a sitting position, I quickly helped her.
"When I came down here, the delinquents had only been on the ground ten days. I was knocked out from the long and rough ride. While I was unconscious, Bellamy Blake cut out my radio and threw it into a nearby river. He was scared that if we contacted the ark, that Jaha and the guards would come down to kill him." She took a breath and I instantly became aware of who Bellamy was.
"We found and saved parts of the radio, but at the end of the day I couldn't contact you, we tried to send flares but you didn't get them, because three hundred and twenty people died..." She looked guilty and I squeezed her hand.
"Octavia Blake was then kidnapped by grounders, Bellamy, her brother, sent a huge search party after her. Clarke and I found a transmitter, and then Finn was stabbed by the grounder that took Octavia. That's when we gained contact with the ark and you walked us through the surgery. "
"To save Finn from dying of the grounders poison, we tortured him until we got the antidote. A few days later the grounder escaped. Bellamy and Clarke went to get supplies and returned with guns for us to use to Ward off the approaching grounder war."
"Bellamy was pardoned of his crimes by Jaha. Finn set up a meeting with the grounders leader. Clarke met with her, but it didn't go well, there was shots fired... Excessively. No one was hurt, but war was declared. Then the exodus ship that we thought you were on, crashed. The parachutes didn't deploy."
"Then one of our defected kids, joined back with us after he was tortured by the grounders. He was sent with a virus, it was biological warfare. I built a bomb, and we blew up the bridge, which temporarily stopped the war for a few days. Then as we're out hunting, Clarke and Finn were taken. The kid that defected but we let back in, started killing people, and eventually almost killed Bellamy. the kid got away, but we were too busy with war to go track him down. Finn and Clarke returned two days later, relatively unharmed, but Clarke made the decision for all of us to leave camp before the grounder army got here."
"We didn't make it in time, the scouts were already here and we prepared for war. Finn talked about cannibals reapers, but we don't know anything about them." Raven sighed and kept going.
"Then war began, and the grounders killed a lot of us. All I remember was being shot and paralyzed from the waste down, we set the rockets off for blast off, and Barbecued the grounders, but I passed out before I saw the end of anything. Though sense I'm alive, that means Finn must have gotten me the medicine."
"The grounders either slaughtered everyone, took everyone, or burned. But I don't know where they went. Like I said I was near death and unconscious before I saw the end of the events." Raven finished, her story was chopping and confusing, but helpful Never less.
"Who do we need to be wary of?" A new voice asked from behind me, I looked and saw Kane standing with two other council members.
"Grounders, Reapers, and Murphy... that's all I know of anyways." Raven said and eyed the council with cautious eyes.
"Seeing as they didn't take me with them, they probably were killed or taken. Besides information about the grounders I don't know a whole lot about the situation." Raven confessed and looked around the drop ship.
"Raven, do you know anywhere safe that could host all of us for winter?" I asked sincerely.
"The only place I can think of is... Mount Weather," She paused thoughtfully, "But the grounders have this river you have to cross as a territory. Once you cross it, they kill. There's no way we could get there safely." The brunet said, her eyes downcast.
"We will figure something out." I offered, speaking more to the council behind me than Raven.
"Raven, do you mind if we ask a few questions." Kane asked, I snapped my head in his direction, anger radiating off of me.
"You're going to anyways." Raven shot back, her brown eyes narrowed at Kane. He nodded and began.
"Who we're the leaders of the one hundred?" Kane asked, I narrowed my eyes, what did that have to do with anything urgent.
"Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin." Raven answered evenly, her chin lifted a little.
"Bellamy Blake is also the one who shot the chancellor Jaha... Am I correct?" Raven nodded and he continued, "He stole your radio, which resulted in three hundred and twenty deaths," again she nodded, " and he got the kids to start taking off their wristbands so we wouldn't follow down." Raven nodded, her eyes still narrowed.
"So why is he your leader?" Kane questioned, obviously bit understanding.
"You misunderstand Marcus," Raven spoke strongly, "Bellamy is not our only leader. Clarke Griffin is also our leader. Bellamy makes and enforces the decisions, while Clarke is the voice of reason and safety. They are opposite, but together nothing can tear them down. Which means nothing can tear, us, down." Raven spat, her fists curled and teeth bared.
"I apologize if I offended you, Miss Reyes, I'm just trying to understand." Kane said, I watched him with a careful eye, he glanced at me but looked away equally as fast.
"Well then, I apologize if I offend you," I started and stared at the two council men and one woman, "But don't you think you should come up with better questions and worry about our survival than who runs what. Because if you haven't noticed, the kids aren't here." I stated and they all looked down guiltily.
"We have two weeks until winter hits us full force, three at max, so we need to find those kids, and find shelter. We won't survive otherwise." I bit out, their eyes met mine.
"The kids are not survival Abby." Kane spoke harshly, but so was I.
"Down here... They are," I emphasized, "They have taught themselves how to hunt, fight, fend for themselves, and most importantly survive. They have unity and leaders, we have nothing. We know of nothing and we are nothing! If we find them, we find our salvation." I hissed at Kane, the other two nodded their agreement and I straightened myself.
"Our survival depends on them." I glared until they left the drop ship, thinking about my words.
Bellamy
I walked down the hallway, a small smile lingering on my face. Clarke was unpredictable and she didn't put up with my games, in fact, sometimes I think she knew and played the game before I even knew what game I wanted to play. She was analytical, intelligent, and quick witted.
Taking off my shirt might have been a little too far, but I left with the last word... Or action, in this case. Clarke's innocence was always something I liked to mess with, but I never pushed far, it was a delicate thing. Having Octavia as a sister, I knew what guys did, and wanted before they even knew. That being said, is one of the main reasons I never pushed Clarke excessively far.
Teasing with her was one thing, she knew how to strike back. But breaking her was completly different. Sometimes it's difficult to resist my first instict; my first instinct was to push her until her breaking point, my second was to protect her. The same could be said with Octavia and the seventy deliquents.
Of course I wanted to see them succeed, and thrive, that's why I pushed. It didn't take me long to realize others had different wants. Clarke was the first I listened to, then I messed everything up with O, and began to understand.
Woman were complicated, I had always been surrounded by strong woman. Octavia, and Aurora were the first two, then Clarke. Monroe and even Raven had been strong and challanging down on Earth. Just... There was something different when it came to Clarke, she wasn't like the others.
I couldn't put my finger on it, so I settled with a hidden potential. I knocked twice and then opened the door to Finn and I's shared room. Pacing in the room, dressed in his gear like me, was Collins.
"Where the hell were you?" Finn nearly yelled, I glanced around, everything was fine here, I didn't understand why he was freaking out.
"I visited blondie." I said, my previous good mood flattening, I took my mask off, and narrowed my eyes at Finn.
"Her name... Is Clarke!" Finn snapped, he removed his mask and equally stared back at me, "You dismissed me from the meeting, Hawkins followed me all the way here so I could sneak away and talk to anyone, or adventure, or help!" Finn was calmer now but he was still hostile.
"She's okay..." I murmured though the silence. Finns eyes softened and he looked more relaxed. I wasn't sure I liked the small knotting that pulled together in my stomach. Just the mention of her had the Spacewalker calm and composed.
"Wait... Where we're you after you visited Clarke?" Finn caught on fast, I couldn't help the smug look that made its way on my face and remained for a few moments.
"I was with her... The whole night." I'd debated saying something more provocative but decided against it, and just put an emphasis on the words and staying the night.
"If you touched her I'l-" I interrupted Finn before he could continue with an empty threat.
"You'll what... You and I both know you're not a fighter. The sooner you get that through your head, the better off you'll be, buttercup." I stood inches away from Finn, I was about three inches taller than him, but at the moment I felt like I was towering over him.
I could feel his anger radiating off of him, but I didn't move. After a moment of no retaliation from Finn he stepped back and turned his back to me.
"You don't deserve her." Finn growled. I couldn't help but let out a small bitter laugh.
"I don't want her," I snapped back, his eyes met mine in confusion and then a small understanding, "But for the record..." I growled, " she deserves someone a hell lot better than you." I finished, my eyes glowering, my body tense and rigid with unfocused anger.
I grabbed my mask and entered the second bedroom in the small apartment. Deciding it would be best to tell Finn what I was doing I called over my shoulder. "I'm taking a nap, wake me up whenever it's time to patrol." I stated the obvious and then close the door.
I laid down, sighing to myself. Finns words hit home harder than they should have. He was right I didn't deserve her, and in my opinion no one did. She was too good, to innocent, always kind and caring. Her first instict was to heal and help. She was one of those people that when you met them, you knew you had a friend for life. Everyone she met was attracted to her in one way or another.
I tried my hardest to be indifferent, to see her only as an acquaintance, not a friend. But even now it was hard. We always disagreed on big decisions, and we probably always would. The only thing that kept our relationship indifferent and okay for the fall outs, was our bickering and sarcastic retorts.
There was a clear black and white between us. And it was simple. I was black, tainted, rough, damaged; and she, she was white; good, smart, kind, helpful, patient, and loving of everyone. There wasn't a gray line between us, and I wouldn't ever let there be.
I pulled out the three pieces of blank paper Clarke had given to me and started writing a few things down. A soft bittersweet smirk appeared on my lips. I shut my eyes and let sleep wash over me.
I didn't notice when Finn walked in and grabbed the piece of paper I'd been writing on. Nor did I see his jaw drop, and eyes widen.
Clarke
It was nine o-clock, right on the dot. I sat in front of Marcus Xavior, both of us staring at the other. A trace of annoyance covered his face, I could help but feel a little proud that I and been the one to cause it.
He attempted to speak with me three times, I settled with answering with 'Hn, Whatever, and Oh Really?' to almost everything he said. He'd given up after a few minutes and gave me a small briefing of Felix.
He described the kid as a brat, a dark haired, dark eyed annoyance. Sounded like someone else I knew. I still couldn't believe how immature Bellamy Blake was. Though, if I were being perfectly honest, it was nice that he could joke around in a situation like this.
I looked up from my hands that were folded in my lap to the door as the handle began to twist. A small part of me wanted to hold my breath in anticipation, but this wasn't something deadly, no, in fact, it was just a tall lean dark haired boy standing in the door way.
His eyes traveled from Xavior's figure to my own. I raised an eyebrow at his blank look. Was he expecting someone or something else. He gave me a one over, and then stopped on my breasts and the little cleavage that was shown with this shirt.
I narrowed my eyes and the large, sharp knives suddenly became more appealing. I wasn't going to break the silence, and the boy looked back at Xavior expectantly. The older man sighed and stood from his seat.
"Felix... This is Clarke Griff-" I interrupted him.
"It's Miss Griffin, to you." I hissed with a high level of self confidence.
I walked up, gave Felix a one over, like he'd given me. Rolled my eyes and walked out of the room. I felt two sets of eyes piercing me, but I kept walking without a destination in mind.
It didn't take long for Felix to catch up to me. I abruptly turned left, he walked a few feet forward and then back tracked and caught up. I knew the small trick would lose him, but it was worth a try.
"You're Clarke right?" Felix finally said, though he looked like he was content with keeping quiet.
I debated on staying silent or not, but then decided a sixteen year old wasn't dangerous. "Yeah, I am." I breathed out and narrowed my eyes in frustration, I didn't know where we were. I'd must have turned to soon.
Felix seemed to have caught on to the source of my frustration and didn't hide his smirk. "We're in the other holding cells, behind them actually." Felix said, and I glanced at him for a moment.
"Who's held in these cells?" I asked, almost positive I knew the answer, but wanted to clarify. Felix jumped at the opportunity to talk and have a conversation.
"Grounders mostly, but every once an a while we capture a Reaper. Neither are very... Intelligent." Felix spoke harshly about the Grounders and Reapers.
"You mark them as unintelligent because they don't join in the society you and your people are creating." I stated, my blue eyes sending the statement across as a question with a snob built in.
"Don't forget, you're helping us build that society." He warned, but didn't show any hostility.
"And I hate myself for it." I hissed back at him, then glanced around the area once more before I began walking back in the opposite direction, Felix a few feet away from me but at my side never less.
"You shouldn't, it's the smartest thing for your people, and you. At the moment anyways." Felix exclaimed, obviously confused as to why I didn't like the situation or deal.
"Look I don't expect you to understand; because you haven't been locked up for six months, then sent on a suicide mission, miraculously survived the suicide mission, got appointed a leader of one hundred free-spirited kids, fought a war against a grounder army, and then end up winning the war but being taken anyways, and being forced to join a new council and marry someone you've never met so your people can live at best an average life." I ranted and was surprised to realize we'd stop walking and I was staring into Felix's blue eyes with frustrated orbs of my own.
"I don't understand, I probably never will. But... I do know what it's like being controlled everyday of your life." He tried meekly to compare their predicament.
"That's why I don't want to be here, I don't want to be controlled. Not by you, and not by anyone." I hissed, my fists were clenched and for the first time I wasn't the peacemaker, it felt great, but I didn't prefer being rash.
"Clarke..." Felix tried but I was already walking again. If things would have been different, I could tell Felix and I would have been friends, well, from what I knew if him so far. He wasn't bad looking, but he had another five years of maturing until he looked less soft and childlike. He had about one inch of hair on his sides and three inches of hair on his top front. Resulting in a careless yet swooping sexy look. His eyes were a piercing blueish, dark grey mix. I breifly wondered if it was radiation exposure.
"Clarke... Do you want to know why they selected you...?" I narrowed my eyes at the caffateria coming into view. A public place seemed like the best idea for me at the moment.
I hadn't told them or the arranged marriage, because there wouldn't be one. We'd escape, we'd start new, and we'd survive. We had too.
"Sure," I muttered not really listening. I saw two guards watching us very carefully and for a moment I wasn't sure if they were real guards or Bellamy and Finn. It being obvious I wasn't paying attention, Felix grabbed onto my wrist and turned me around. I tried to pry his finger off of my wrist, but they wouldn't come undone.
"I chose you, Clarke. Yes, they already wanted your help and needed an advantage over you to keep you here. But I chose you. I like you, your intelligent, beautiful, and perfect in so many ways." His words were sweet, but the look in his eye and the killer lock he had on my wrist terrified me.
He wasn't used to being told no. I was a huge no. I was suddenly very glad we were in a public place. He roughly yanked me to him. I tried to get free once again but it was no use. He roughly pushed me against the white wall, his weight holding me down, while his left hand held my left wrist.
I couldn't reach my knives and I couldn't move. He leaned forward, his lips nearing mine. I stood too shocked to move. In my blurred and unfocused vision I saw one of the guards being held back. It didn't register with me at that moment, but the two guards were Bellamy and Finn.
Finn
I'd set down the paper with little drawing and lists of plans. I'd woken Bellamy up, and we both went to meet Xavior. The man didn't have a lot to say, he was a lot like a more mature, older, Bellamy Blake.
In other words, he was kind of a dick. He liked to pull rank a lot, and demanded Bellamy and I watch over Clarke and Felix's first meeting.
Bellamy and I were both lost on who Felix was and what he was doing around Clarke. The intelligence man must have sensed our confusion and proclaimed he forgot to tell us and our main commander.
He dropped a bomb, and though I'm rational and know how to control my emotions, I didn't know if Bellamy could. That being, if he cared or not. Felix was Clarke's fiancé, and soon to be husband. He briefly explained that how their unity would be shown and how she would take care of the bratty little kid.
Bellamy seemed tenser, more alert, and his fist were balled. He was obviously displeased, but because his mask, I couldn't see his expression and eyes. Those were some of the only ways to tell what the older Blake was feeling, his expression, his eyes, and his posture.
I didn't know what he felt for Clarke, if anything at all. They were both so different it didn't make any sense. Clarke was smart, good, and rational, she was mellow and caring. While Bellamy, he was Hostile, Jealous, liberated, Rash, cunning, and deceitful.
She was good, and he was bad. They evened each other out, and make decisons together. But it's not hard for the bad to taint the good, and if Bellamy was near Clarke anymore than they already were, he would taint her. He meant it when he said he didn't deserve her, because Bellamy didn't.
The Older Blake was confusing, that was to say the least. He claimed not to want Clarke, but over the last month and forced contact between the two leaders, a slow friendship was building. He knew Clarke wouldn't allow Bellamy as anything more than friends, but the guy knew how to get under everyone's skin. Clarke wasn't an exception, it was only a matter of time.
Xavior had been talking, but I didn't pay attention to the details. Bellamy and I left the control room and began looking around for the two. They were halfway down a foreign hallway when we found them. They seemed to be on their way back.
Bellamy and I walked the same direction they were headed and waited patiently. It wasn't short after that the two came into our view. What caught my attention and obviously Bellamy's, because of his protective step forward, was the kid grabbed Clarke's wrist.
She tried to yank him off of her but only ended being pinned agains the nearest wall. Not many people were noticing the little scene unfolding around them. The second that Clarke's wrist was caught and she was yanked forward, the older man beside him started moving forward.
His emotions getting in the way of logic. Of course I was upset someone was handling Clarke roughly, but she knew she could take care of it.
I quickly grabbed Bellamy's chest and yanked him three feet backwards. Seeing as he was already halfway across the room ready to pull the kid off of Clarke. Didn't he see I wanted to do the same thing, just I knew neither of us could. I pushed Bellamy back again.
"We can't intervene. We will be caught and killed." I reasoned and kept my hands secured on Bellamy's shoulders incase he tried to march forward again. I relaized he was now looking at me instead of them.
"Get off of me." Bellamy hissed, and pushed my arms away. I stepped back, my hands in the air and gave a swift nod.
I turned just in time to see Felix trying to forcefully kiss Clarke. Instinctively I walked forward just like Bellamy did. This time though, Bellamy yanked me back, I looked at him in bewilderment and anger. Moments ago he was going to beat the living shit out of the kid for touching Clarke, now that he was about to kiss her, he was okay.
The guy didn't make any sense. I could feel a smirk and air of confidence airing off of the man. I looked back just in time to see Clarke swiftly knee the man in the groin, then her unheld hand shaped into a fist, and she knocked him straight in the nose. His head whipped back and he fell to his knees. One hand gripping his nose and the blood pouring out of it, and the other holding his groin.
She swiftly stepped away from him and began walking the opposite direction. Just a few feet away were Jasper and Monty, they must have noticed her situation and were coming to help. She walked over to them anyways and sat in between the two.
"Remind me to never make Clarke Griffin mad..." Bellamy muttered in amusement from beside me. I couldn't help but agree.
Marcus Xavior
I sat in the control room, watching as the cameras around what used to be the delinquents camp, we're all burned out. There was one that I could locate but it didn't show of anyone inside the camp.
It was obvious though. A fire was going, and there was human life in the camp. The grounders would have returned to their camp if they escaped or survived. Same could be said with the reapers and any of the remaining deliquents.
That meant there were survivors, ones that weren't captured. I had a good idea of who would have surrvived. Bellamy Blake. He wasn't one to die and he wasn't smart or courageous enough to find another place beside his camp to go to.
"Send out four men, to their camp. Bellamy Blake," I pulled up a photo of the kid that I could get from the Arks archive, and showed it to the four mountain men that came in the controls room.
"Find, knock out, and bring him here." I instructed and then I turned towards one of the computer workers.
"Dr. Wren, bring me her." I demanded harshly. She was keeping things from me. Important things.
The Ark
I let Raven venture outside. With the help of two men carrying her, of course. She couldn't walk, and there was no way we'd try until she was fully healed, and that would be a month at the least. Probably three would be safe.
The last group of survivors had finally made it to the camp. Though there was plenty of room, we didn't have shelter, or real supplies. We didn't know what was out there waiting for us, and despite Ravens information, we had no idea where the kids went.
Raven concluded that Jasper had been successful in blasting off and frying the grounders. But that didn't help us solve the other mysteries.
Kane, Callie, Atticus, James, Aiden, and I all stood. We were the survivors from the council, naturally people followed us. Though everything was different on earth, it was obvious Unity was the first thing that needed to be established.
"Winter is fast approaching, as many of you can tell." Kane stated and then tried a small joke. It fell bittersweet more than anything.
"We haven't and possibly might not be able to find the kids before winter comes, but we will keep trying. Today it was made clear to me, that the kids aren't kids. They are like us, they are survivors. They have been resilient, they stood their ground and fought off an army of other survivors." Kane spoke clearly, his eyes lingered on me for a few moments.
"There are people that surrvived the earth for the last one hundred years, we don't know how. But they did. They are not friendly, they will kill us. We will do our best to avoid them while we search for the kids and survive in general. But you should all know of them. They are called Grounders." I stated, and looked over some terrified and other disbelieving faces.
"The-our...people are out there. They know how to survive this nuclear winter, how to hunt, heal, and fight. If we want to surrvive, we first must find them." Kane said and the crowd nodded their heads in agreement.
"Tomorrow we will begin searching, but tonight we will rest." I said, and everyone slowly dispersed back into their small cold groups.
"Abby, I hope you're right about them." Kane whispered as he came to stand beside me.
"I have to be..." I murmered and then my eyes slide over to raven who was squinting into the forest.
"Raven, is something wrong?" I asked, paranoia and medical instincts getting the better of me.
"I'm not sure..." The teenage girl muttered and squinted harder. She gasped as if she saw something terrifying and dangerous. I couldn't see anything in the woods and I wondered if she was hallucinating because of the blood loss, or low fever.
"Raven," I bent down in front of her, she pushed me to the side, still searching the woods.
"Abby, don't freak out... But I think we're being watched, again." She murmered and I snapped a look at her and then all of us once more. Finally I saw the dark contrast of the slightly lighter greenery and part of an outline. Then a tree branch flew forward in front of the form and it was gone.
"Who we're they Raven? We're they grounders?" I asked and kept looking around me, I was thankful no one heard our conversation but concerned for the people's safety.
"No, I know what a grounder looks like. They don't wear masks. This is something different..." Raven murmured and glanced up atthe trees that surrounded us.
Bellamy
When I walked into Clarkes' room, it was past ten, which meant I was out thirty minutes passed curfew. I snuck into her room, being careful and quiet. Her room was pitch black, she wasn't in here.
I narrowed my eyes at that, why wouldn't she be in here. I half expected her to be sitting thinking to herself, and half expected her to already be asleep. I didn't have a bad feeling, so I doubted she was in trouble. Probably just showering.
I stepped behind the changing curtain and noticed my clothes hung around the large set up. As I pulled on my black slight V-neck shirt over my bare chest, I could smell a clean, foreign smell. It smelt a lot better than my sweat, that was for sure. But how did it get clean.
The answer was obvious, Clarke had washed it. I pulled on the black pants as well. I noticed the tear I'd gotten in them had been patched near perfectly. She had too much time on her hands, and outdid herself too often. Never less I slipped on the clean and dirt free clothes, very thankful I'd showered after my nap earlier today.
I then noticed my black leather jacket, it was folded and lay on the ground. She hadn't washed it, but she'd somehow gotten the blood out of the nice jacket. I was slightly impressed. I didn't put it on though, seeing as I would be going to sleep soon.
I waited a few more minutes, and when Clarke didn't come I began to get anxious. I paced for a solid minute before a brown leather journal peeked out from her pillow. I curiously flipped through the pages and found a few of her sketches for our escape and journey. What interested me more was on one page, she sketched little things that interested or amazed her.
I saw Wells, Charlette, hell even Murphy was sketched once. This was her emotional outlet, drawing. I was getting ready to flip the page when a cool knife was roughly pushed against my throat. My first instinct was to jump away, but even if I got away I was caught.
The holder of the knife slowly walked forward, the knife not dropping from my throat. In front of my stood Clarke, her eyes angry and hurt. I stared back at her with confused and questioning eyes.
"Clarke..." I spoke firmly, confused as to why the blade was still pushed against my throat.
She removed the knife and placed it back in her boots. Her eyes didn't lesson in intensity though. She looked fierce. "Why... Why are you going through my journal." She demanded, I looked up at her in surprise.
"I didn't know it was that private." I commented, and closed the small book.
"I think you found out it was pretty private a few pages ago." She murmered, but she'd calmed down and her eyes just had an annoyed look.
"Don't touch my journal, okay?" She was still fierce in her statement, but was clear she didn't mean to be hostile.
I just nodded, a part of me still wanting to see the rest of the book, and ask how long she'd had it, but I knew the subject was over.
"Where we're you? I've been here for almost ten minutes." I stated, my eyes narrowed in a questioning and annoyed look. She bent down and began picking up a small stack of clothes, then thrust them into my Arms.
"I figured you'd want something more comfortable to wear while you sleep; hence the sweatpants, and well for the other stuff... I just thought you'd like a small variety." I flipped through the articles, she'd chosen dark colors, or maybe that's the only colors they had, but I wasn't complaining.
I nodded my acknowledgement and went behind the changing curtain. I quickly put the small stack of clothes on top of my folded leather jacket and slipped on the sweatpants. They were a light gray, and surprisingly they matched my black shirt.
I flopped ungracfully on the bed and watched as Clarke changed into her own black sweatpants and green tank top. She followed my lead and rolled onto the bed. A small sigh making its way from her mouth.
I reached over and turned the small light off. Though Clarke and I weren't touching tonight, it was reinsuring to know someone was there. I began to drift into sleep when she sleepily murmered something that caught my attention.
"You know," She whispered quietly, I nodded my head, knowing she'd feel the small motion, "I did warn you about the knives and what they were for," she finsihed, I could register the small smirk on her tired and peaceful face, it was obvious in her voice.
"I've never been one to listen to warnings..." I muttered and rolled on my side, facing the almost asleep girl.
"hmmm," She murmered and I let a ghost of a smile cross my face before I drifted off into the dark oblivion of sleep.
For the next three nights this was our schedule; she'd meet Felix for an hour or two, worsen their relationship, talk to Jasper and Monty for a good portion of her afternoon and shower twice a day.
While I, either watched over her, patrolled outside the facility, argued with Finn, explored the passage and moved more supplies to and from the military room, and then at the end of my day, I fell asleep next to her and wake up in the morning, next to her. It was a good routine... While it lasted.
Authors note: Hello Beautifuls! This chapter was more of a filler than anything, but the "filler" has a great great great purpose for later on down the road. This is kind of the recap of this chapter and it's significance, while its also a sneak peek into next chapter; so enjoy!
*For starters you get to meet Felix, the way his character is set up, is kind of a, "you know of him, but nothing about him," and it's kind of your own thoughts towards him; is who and how he is. So until later on we don't really learn about him and his true personality and prescene.*
*We also united all of the surviving ark stations and revived Raven. She wasn't awake when the mountain men collected everyone, so naturally, she's as clueless as the ark people are. But she knows they aren't grounders. So the start of that will be fun! I'm actually really excited to finally be getting into the arks perspective and the heart it carries. As for the next time the ark has a pov (not sure if it'll be in next two chapters or not.) they have a run in with something unfriendly... or someone's.*
*Marcus Xavior leaves off with sending men to capture, who he believes is Bellamy, so what will those four men do, now that it is not Bellamy and in fact hundreds of people. The people Marcus Wants to build a society with. Also, if Bellamy isn't in camp, and Xavior knows he's alive, how far will Xavior go to capture and potentially kill the leader of the one hundred? Dah Dah Dah... No but he doesn't leave off with "Bring her to me." so who is her? ;)*
*We do have a time skip of three days, so next chapter will be focused on the great escape! YIPPEE! Literally chapter seven, is amazing! Probably the most action we will have in one chapter until... Well ten chapters down the road, lol. I might have to split the escape up in two chapters because It's so epic. Words cannot describe...( actually they can but...)*
*I guess one thing that will come in play would be, Clarke taking so many showers a day. Which would mean...? Lol, it's okay if you don't get it, it will be explained in the next chapter!*
So the bloopers I've talked about, I can't promise I'll have one for every chapter, but I like to think of myself as a humorous person, and writing is no exception for me.
Anyways the main blooper or funny scene for this chapters is:
Blooper for Bellamy's first perspective: when he's writing on the paper and Finn comes in and picks it up with surprise.
Finns POV.
"What... The... FUCK!?" I whisper to myself. I'm holding the paper in my right hand and began reading down the list of nicknames Bellamy has made for me. I also notices he's crossed off Cupcake and Buttercup.
"really?" I whisper to myself, some of these names wanted to make me laugh, while others made me question Bellamy's sanity.
'Sugar...Muffin...Bombshell...Sunshine... Cinderella... Sleeping beauty...' My jaw dropped, I carefully placed the list back down and slowly began backing out of the room, my eyes mever leaing Bellamy's form.
Secretly scared that if he awakens and finds out I read the list, he'll start a new one... and I didn't think my ego could take being called Miss Priss... I blanched and quickly shut the door to his room, silently vowing to never enter there again.
Well there you go! I hope you liked it! Please tell me if you do or if you think it's stupid. Like I said its a blooper so it's not even a possibility that it happened, just a joke. Anyways, don't forget I'll do the twenty reviews, post early thing again, Don't forget the 100 Give away, and don't forget to REVIEW!
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