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

9

I sat outside of the tent that contained the computer we were using to talk to our parents, and I was trying to figure out ways we could stay warm before winter arrived because it was getting cold fast. We had little to no blankets, and without them we would die of exposure before hunger.

            Bellamy approached me, and he asked, “Any ideas?” As of lately we had been getting better with our relationship.

            I sighed, “No, but we can probably get that grounder to take us back to his cave; he probably had some blankets and furs.”

            He replied, “What if he refuses to go back?”

            I leaned back stretching out my legs, and I said, “Hunt for large animals; use the meat as food and keep the skin as blankets. That’s all I’ve got.”

            Bellamy snapped, “If we’re going to be hunting large animals we’ll need guns.”

            I glared at him, “Sorry King Bellamy, I can’t pull a gun out of my ass, so you better ask Raven to build you one.”

            There was a long pause. “Look,” Bellamy sighed, “If you’re still upset over the whole Murphy thing, I’m—“

            I cut him off, and I snapped, “Upset doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel about that, so if I were you I would walk away before I actually stab you in the neck.” Bellamy walked away without a word to me, and that’s how I wanted it to be.

            A few minutes passed by of silence, but I was busy trying to find ways to save us. Then, poking her head out from the communications tent was Clarke, and she said, “Eve it’s your turn.” I stood up, and walked into the tent. “Here,” Clarke said as she handed me the headset, and then she exited the tent.

            I sat down in the chair and put on the headset, but all I was looking at was the back wall of the council meeting room. Great, I thought, He flaked out on me.

            Then, sitting down in the black chair was my father, and I couldn’t help myself but to cry. “I thought I wouldn’t ever see you again,” Dad said in a shaky voice like he was about to cry.

            “I thought I wouldn’t either,” I smiled, “You can come down to the ground, its safe.”

            Dad smiled, “We’re preparing the exodus ships, and I promise I’ll be on the first one.”

            We engaged in meaningless small talk, but Dad asked, “What are those marks on your neck from?”

            Shit, did I still have hickeys from Murphy? I looked in the monitor, and realized he was talking about the rope burn marks from the incident. “Oh,” I explained, “they’re from when this guy and I were accused of murdering Wells; everyone thought we did it too, and they tried to hang us.”

            Dad’s eyes went wide and he said, “They tried to hang you?” He placed his head in his hands and cried, “I should have never sent you down there.”

            I sighed sadly, “If I didn’t kill Kristy I wouldn’t be down here.”

            “Eve,” Dad said as he looked up and I saw that he was actually crying, “all of this is my fault. I let Kristy abuse you, I let you be a part of the hundred, and I sent you to Earth to die. I’m so sorry; will you forgive me so I can forgive myself?”

            Emotionless, I replied, “I don’t know.”

            “After all this I want you to remember that I still love you,” Dad explained trying to smile.