madeline kane is a criminal. she and her best friends, finn and raven, attempted an illegal spacewalk and used up three months worth of oxygen on the space station known as the ark.
madeline was locked away by her father--the same man who had ended...
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MADELINE's POV: clarke's group never made it back to camp. not even after dark. i had just began to panic when wells reminded me that the trip to mount weather and back would take atleast a day and a half.
"that moron has everybody brainwashed!" i complained as i stalked around the small diameter of my new tent, wells sitting in the corner on top of a sleeping bag. "it's like he's so stupid yet so fucking smart at the same time."
"how can somebody be both dumb and smart?" he asked, genuinely seeming confused.
i stopped pacing to look at him. he looked scarily like his father. "it's like he's half right about everything. it's true we shouldn't have to sit down here, build a life for ourselves, just for the council to come and destroy it. but the way that he wants to handle the situation is completely backward. innocent people would end up suffering. and he makes you sound like you're the one who's wrong by asking rhetorical questions every thirty seconds."
wells chuckled. "it's seems like you've got the antics of bellamy blake down to a science."
i frowned. "only because we don't have any other options right now. clarke was right. he was just looking for the right opportunity to go on a power trip."
the boy shrugged, his leather jacket making a noise as he did so. "he's obviously just trying to save his own skin with all the "whatever the hell we want" business. maybe if we find out exactly what he did, we could use it against him."
"like blackmail?"
"exactly like blackmail."
"but that's next to impossible. he wouldn't have told anyone if it could get him..." and then i realized. "octavia! after we first landed, when i spit in murphy's face, he was whispering to her about something alone...that had to have been it. of course he'd trust her, they're family!"
wells sat up straighter. "we've gotta get her alone when they come back."
"great idea."
a clicking noise sounded just from outside the tent, scaring us out of our conversation. the "door", which was just a flap, opened and bellamy sauntered in, holding a gun.
almost as if by reflex, wells and i put both our hands up into the air slowly.
"bellamy!" i whisper-screamed. "are you off meds or something?"
"shhh," he put the gun barrel to his mouth in a quiet motion. "follow me."
we were led out of the tent, our hands still up the entire time. bellamy led the way while walking backwards, so that we couldn't run. he led us out of camp, to the outskirts, far enough away from everyone else asleep. the grass here looked dead; the land barren and dry. finally, he lowered the gun.
