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❝Humans only know how to crumble.❞
After murdering the man who killed her father, aged 15 Ariel Matthews is arrested and her mother floated for not doing anything about it.
2 years later, she has...
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"We got problems." I look up and see a tall dark man and my face drops. Wells Jaha, the son of the man who floated my mother.
I couldn't help but hate him even if it wasn't his fault. I look back down at the map Clarke and I are kneeling over besides the stairs.
I notice Clarke doesn't even look at him for one moment and I sigh. "The communication system is dead. I went to the roof. A dozen panels are missing. Heat fried the wires."
Personally, I don't really care. I have about one person up there who gives a damn about me and I haven't talked to them since my parents died so I think I can last a little longer doing that.
"Well all that matters, right now, is getting to Mount Weather." I point out.
Clarke nods as she draws lines using the peaks she has been observing for a while. She then points where they intersect. Mount Weather.
"This is us." She then looks up and both me and Wells. "This is where we wanna be if we wanna survive."
"Where'd you learn to do that?" Wells asks. Clarke looks over heavily.
"Your father." He responds.
"Cool, a map."
We all turn and see Jasper wearing a pair of googles and a goofy smile on his face.
"They got a bar in this town? I'll buy yah a beer." He chuckles.
I smile at his goofiness but Wells doesn't seem too happy about it and grabs his arm pulling him back. "Do you mind?" He aggressively says.
"Woah hey hey hey. Hands off of him, he's with us." John Murphy says and following him is his posse of delinquents. I roll my eyes at him.
John Murphy is honestly the king of jerks and on the Ark I never liked him. I understand he has issues with his family but so does everyone else - some even worse and they haven't turned out like him. So for that reason, I don't pity him.
"Relax John. We're just trying to figure out where we are." I say leaning against the dropships stairs, glaring at Murphy.
"We're on the ground. Is that not good enough for you?" Bellamy interupts from my right, stood next to Octavia.
"We need to find Mount Weather." Wells announces walking closer to Bellamy. Clarke walks after him so I do the same, crossing my arms when we stop. "You heard my fathers message. That has to be our first priority."
"Screw your father." Octavia states and I can't help but agree. "What? You think your in charge here?" She then looks at Clarke. "You and your little princess?" Octavia smirks.
"Do you actually think we care who's in charge?" Clarke fires back.
"We need to get to Mount Weather. Not because the chancellor said so but, because the longer we wait the hungrier we'll get and the harder this will be." I say, defending Clarke and Wells.
