Stuck in the 100

003 - a fucking hypocrite

I woke up from my dreamless rest to find that it was still dark outside. Before I fell asleep, Wells told me about his father being chancellor (which I already knew, of course). He also told me about Clarke and it was so obvious how in love he was with her. I went to say good morning, only to find Wells was gone. I remembered that Bellamy would have him jumped to remove his wristband.

"You've got to be fuckin kidding me," I muttered, annoyed that my sleep deprivation has made me forget all about this scene.

I quickly got up and tried to find footprints to follow, just like I had seen characters on the show do. The ones I found looked fresh, like they had been made just moments ago. I followed their trail with haste, knowing I had no time to spare before Wells would be jumped.

I finally reached a clearing where Bellamy and Wells stood, Bellamy with a gun. I rolled my eyes at how dramatic he was. I could tell he was talking (probably giving the speech about how freeing taking the wristband off would be) when I heard Wells' voice sternly say, "No. Never. Not gonna happen. Is that clear enough for you?"

I quickly ducked behind a fallen tree trunk, hoping to be out of sight. I started racking my brain for ideas on how to get me and Wells out of this predicament before it was too late. I tried moving to get a better view, when my rustling caused a fallen branch behind me to snap. I held my breath. The noise wasn't very loud, but in the dead of night... it was loud enough.

"Yeah it is," Bellamy responded to Wells, cocking his gun, "I'm sorry it had to be this way."

My hyper focus on Bellamy and Wells distracted me from the sound of bustling leaves behind me. I didn't notice the boy crawling up from behind me until he had a hand on my mouth, and a blade on my neck.

"Get up, bitch," he grunted.

"What the fuck!?" I spat as this big ass man lifted me off of the ground (quite aggressively, might I add).

If I wasn't so stunned by the fact my throat could have been slit at any point in time, I probably would have been crying. I knew that the show wasn't kind to any of the characters, but I guess up until now I thought that I was sort of the exception... that I was invincible. The guy pushed me forward, stumbling towards the clearing with Bellamy and Wells.

"Ouch," I muttered bitterly.

"Look, Bellamy. I caught this one sneaking around out back," the boy spat, his breath warm on the side of my face. I couldn't believe how dramatic this guy was being... I mean for all he knew I was just going in a nightly stroll or something. The grip the man hands had on me was getting stronger, I felt a sting below my chin. Bellamy looked at me, clenching his jaw.

"Y/n..." Wells looked at me with worried eyes.

As he stood off guard, I noticed the gang of boys running up behind Wells. It was Murphy and his crew, ready to force Wells' wristband off. Shit. I couldn't just stand here and let it happen, I had to do something.

"Wells! Behind you!" I warned him quickly.

"Shut up," the guy restraining me spat in my ear.

I'd had enough. This guys breath was warm and stinky, plus his hands were sweaty. With adrenaline pumping through me I grabbed the arm he held the knife with, using my other arm to elbow him in the side. He let out a yelp, loosening his grip enough for me to break free of his grasp. I made sure to also grab the knife from the boys hand.

It looked like Wells realized what he was facing. He tried running away in all directions, only to find himself cornered.

"Wells! Here!" I caught his attention, tossing him over the knife.

I started to run towards him, ready to help him get away before shit went down, when I felt muscular arms holding me back. I knew immediately who it was when I felt a small cylinder on my waist. I sucked in a breath. I'd already had a knife pulled on me tonight but a gun too? Really?

"You need to let me go," I demanded, struggling to free myself as Wells hit the ground, getting beaten to a pulp.

Bellamy spoke softly in my ear sending goosebumps down my spine, "Actually, what I need is for Wells to help me teach a lesson to the others. I'm sure you can understand."

I heard a voice yelping, one that was definitely not Wells. Looks like the knife was of some use to him after all.

"You're such a fucking hypocrite," I spat, continuing my attempts to free myself from his grasp. I uselessly watched Wells struggle against Bellamy's goons. He cried out for help - my help - as his only tie to his father was torn from his wrist. I felt any remaining compassion I may have harboured for Bellamy crumple along with the wristband.

"No, stop! Don't do this! Don't do this!" Wells bellowed. I felt like shit absolute shit. I had failed at the very thing I stayed behind to do.

"I literally stood around a campfire listening to you go off about how there are no rules here. That we can do whatever we want... but that was a load of bullshit, wasn't it? The whole leadership thing you've got going for you is based on a lie," I hissed at Bellamy. Deciding to turn the tables and really get on his nerves, I turned my body as much as Bellamy's strong grasp would allow, bringing my mouth close to his ear, "I know why you need these wristbands off, Bellamy. I know what you did to get on the drop ship."

I felt his freeze up around me at my accusation, so I seized the opportunity to wiggle myself away from him. At this point, I didn't really care that Bellamy had a gun (I knew he was probably too chicken to use it after what I had just said), so I sprinted over to Wells kneeling on the ground.

It looked like Murphy and the rest of them had fled the scene. I knelt down beside him, placing my hand on his back to try and comfort him. He was shaking, either from sheer panic or from crying.

"I'm so sorry Wells," I said, also partially feeling sorry for myself... for my failure.

Wells raised his head to meet my eyes, "It's not your fault, y/n," his eyes were red, though with more anger than sadness, "That was my only connection to the ark - to my father - and now it's gone. He's gonna think I'm dead."

I sympathized with Wells, also relating to his situation. I had lost full connection with my family, just like him.

Wells took my hand off of his back, grabbing my other one beside me. He glanced at my wrists as I held my breath, waiting for him to mention the absence of any wristband.

"So they got you too?" He asked me. I felt a bit of relief - now I had an excuse as to why I had no wristband.

"Yup," I accepted, "dickwads."

Wells smiled, momentarily distracted. I looked down where Wells still had my wrists in his hands, noticing the dark red liquid covering them. I held up one of his bloody hands, my eyes darting up to meet his.

"It's not my blood..." Wells stated while I sighed with relief (I mean, how awkward would it be if he were to die so soon, especially under my watch), ".... I - I think I stabbed someone, y/n."