Descendants of Kane (probably won't update anymore, stopped watching)

8

The wind roared through the trees, thunder exploded over the camp accompanied by fits of lightning, and rain was beating off the ground. I was chopping the firewood with an axe—it amazed me that I was trusted with a weapon—when Clarke shouted from the dropship door, “Everyone get in!”

            I slammed the axe into the ground so it wouldn’t blow away, and I ran through the blinding wind and rain to the drop ship. The first floor was extremely crowded with people struggling to climb the ladder to the second flood, and on the third floor was the grounder we took captive; he kidnapped Octavia and stabbed Finn through the rib cage.

            Raven yelled, “Everyone who is not an officer needs to go to level two before I electrocute you!” Quickly the room started to empty, and I rushed over to Clarke. She stood by Finn, who was lying on the table, and Clarke was starting to panic.

            “Can you fix him?” I blatantly asked.

            She ran her hands through her matted hair, and cried out, “I don’t know! I need real medicine.”

Then, Clarke began to rapidly breathe, so being a good friend and leader I grabbed her shoulders and shook her violently while shouting, “Calm down!” I released Clarke from my grip, and I said calmly, “Once Raven gets the radio working we can have your mom help us, ok?”

Clarke shook her head, and in the background Raven was desperately repeating, “Come in Ark station, I repeat come in Ark station. The hundred are alive; I repeat the hundred are alive.”

Through the crackling signal Sinclair stated, “Hold on Raven we’re boosting your signal.” My heart skipped a beat, because the Ark finally knew that we were alive.

Franticly, Raven repeated over and over again, “I need Dr. Abby Griffin, Dr. Abby Griffin.” Clarke took the headset from Raven, and she impatiently waited for her mother to come through.

            “Raven?” Abby asked.

            Clarke said with a straight face, “Mom it’s me.”

Clarke was describing what Earth was like to Chancellor Jaha when he asked, “Is my son there with you?”

            She swallowed the lump in her throat, and Clarke sadly explained, “No, Wells is dead.”

            Over the crackling signal, for the first time in nearly a week, I heard my father’s voice franticly asking, “Is Eve alive?”

            In my fit of excitement, I ripped the headset from Clarke’s hands, and happily cried, “Dad, I’m here!”

            “Oh thank god,” Dad sighed, “I thought you were dead.”

            Clarke took the headset back from me, and commanded, “Kane, let my mother speak.” I don’t think Clarke understands that I haven’t heard from my father in nearly a week, unlike her we have a strained relationship, so it’s a miracle the two of us were talking to each other.

            I angrily stormed out of the first level, and climbed all the way up to the third level. The hatch was closed tightly, so I angrily pounded on the door shouting, “Let me in, Bellamy!”

            After the fourth shout, the hatch was finally opened, and staring down at me was Miller—also a family friend. “What do you want, Kane?” Miller asked annoyed.

            “To beat the shit out of a grounder,” I said as I crawled onto the third floor, and standing while tied to the dropship was a massive grounder; he was at least six feet tall, toned beyond belief, tan, and had tribal tattoos all round his body.