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: bellamy, clarke, raven, finn, and i were at the crash site of the exodus ship.
we had to wait until the following morning to check it out, as the fire was too dangerous for us to go near. now, everything had cooled off and turned to soot. pieces of scrap metal stuck out of the ground at random intervals, charred human limbs were scattered around like toys, and almost nothing was salvageable.
there were no survivors.
"stay sharp," i heard bellamy say as i bent down to take a look at what i thought used to be a long sword. "grounder retaliation for what happened on the bridge is coming. just a matter of when."
"can you blame them?" finn asked from beside raven. he must have been looking for a fight.
"no. i blame you."
"maybe if you didn't bring guns—"
"if we didn't bring guns we all would've been killed," i spoke up, trying to deescalate the situation.
finn stared at me like i had just slapped him across the face. i knew what it meant for him that i was siding with bellamy, but i didn't care. he lied to raven. he lied to us all.
"why they're coming doesn't matter anymore. it's our job to be ready when they do." i noticed how bellamy hadn't once let go of his gun to look around for any supplies we could still use. in his eyes, he was our sharpshooter, protecting us from any possible threat that dared to cross our path.
yards away from where i stood atop cracked glass, clarke bent to examine something. she backed away immediately, and put a hand over her mouth and nose. raven realized what was happening before i did.
"clarke, stop!" she shouted, jogging over to where the blonde girl stood.
"rocket fuel?" i asked, following raven's lead. whatever clarke had found reeked of oil and decay.
"hydrazine," raven answered. "highly unstable in its nonsolid form. if this stuff meets fire, we're all pink mist. my oldest friend picked up a nearby pebble, and dipped it into the pinkish substance. she threw the rock over to where a small flame still burned.
"FIRE IN THE HOLE!"
as soon as the pebble made contact with the flame, the entire area erupted into a mini explosion. others with us shouted, while i only stared solemnly at the ruins we were standing on. i couldn't imagine how clarke must have been feeling, knowing her mother had died in a crash this awful.
"we need to clear the area," i announced. "it isn't safe here, not with whatever chemicals laying around. we could be breathing in toxins without even realizing that we are."
"ok then," bellamy agreed. "we move in formation, no straggling, weapons hot. we've got to get back before dark. madeline, you're with me. let's move!"
