The 100 (fanfic)

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I ran over to Bellamy and jumped in front of him.

"So how are you here?" I snapped. "Obviously you are over 18 and everyone that committed a crime and is over 18 is floated."

"I'm exactly 22 so, your right I should have been floated, but they must have kept me around so I could lead you, kids, around," He smirked.

"Oh save it. We should be leading you around. Trust me; we know better than you," I growled.

"Says the girl that killed her parents," He snorted.

"You're such an ass!" I roared my eyes rimmed with tears.

As I turned to leave Bellamy quickly grabbed my arm, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I know it's not true."

I smiled a little realizing he isn't as bad as he seems. But I still hate him.

Everyone that I know, besides Wells, is now gone on a mission so I figured I should probably meet some new people. Or maybe not.

"Murphy!" I yelled. Running toward him.

"What, did you come over here to yell at me," He rolled his eyes, and his boys laughed.

"No, I just..."I mumbled shocked at his sudden coldness after so many years.

"Just what?" He hissed.

"Is there a problem here?" Bellamy questioned eyeing Murphy.

"No," Murphy smiled looking at me.

"Good, I need your help," He started motioning for Murphy to follow him.

I sighed walking over to the dropship. I sat down on the opening and rested my head in my arms. After a while, I drifted to sleep.

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I woke up to Wells throwing a pile of wood next to me.

"Heyyyy," I slurred a little groggy.

"How did you manage to fall asleep already, you must have had enough sleep in the stupid cell," He smirked.

"I don't know, I think I'm frustrated," I started. "Why couldn't I go with Clarke?"

"Maybe she didn't want you to get hurt," He suggested.

Right as he finished his sentence, Murphy and his friends walked over.

"Find any water yet?" Murphy asked.

"No not ye-," Wells stopped as soon as he saw who asked. "I'm going back out if you would like to come."

Wells glanced to his right at the words 'first son, first to die' with die being spelled wrong.

"You know my father," Murphy started. "He begged for mercy in the chamber when your father floated him."

"Hey back off!" I hissed. "That has nothing to do with Wells."

Wells looked at me then back at Murphy.

"You spelled die wrong geniuses," Wells walked past him.

"If you're going to kill someone its probably best not to warn them first," Bellamy joined in walking over.

"You're such assholes," I stomped away.

I walked over to the right side of the woods and started walking into it. My thoughts are consuming me, I sat down by a tree and started thinking. Who is Bellamy and whats he doing here? He obviously was not supposed to be here.

Then I started to think back to the Arc, and my parents. The last day I saw them alive. We went to eat lunch in the cafeteria than I went back to our bunks. We all went to sleep, and the next day, they never woke.

Tears started to fall from my face thinking about that terrible day. I was drowning in my thoughts until some sudden yelling threw me out. It was getting dark, so I decided to go back to camp and find out what the yelling was. When I walked back, everyone was a fire, but since I was in the back, I couldn't see what was happening. Everyone was laughing and cheering as I made my way to the front. As I went my way to the front I could see what was happening, people were getting their wristbands taken off. Wells also had just gotten to the front of the crowd, and we looked at each other.

"Who's next!" Bellamy smirked.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Wells bellowed.

One of Bellamy's guys started to walk toward Wells, but Bellamy stopped him.

"We're liberating ourselves, what does it look like?"

"It looks like you're trying to get us all killed," Wells stated. "The communication system in the Arc is dead; these wristbands are the only thing we have. Take them off, and the Arc will think we're dying!"

"He right Bellamy, we shouldn't be taking them off," I walked over to him.

" That's the point, chancellor," Bellamy ignored me. "We can take care of ourselves."

"Yeah!" Everyone yelled.

"You think this is a game?" Wells started. "I don't care what he tells you; we won't survive here on our own! And besides, if it saves why wouldn't you want the rest of our people down here?"

"My people are already down, those people...locked my people up. Those people killed my mother for the crime of having another child. Your father did that," Bellamy stated.

"You're people! What did you get locked up for, huh?" I jammed my pointer finger into his chest.

"That isn't the point," Bellamy argued.

"My father didn't make the rules," Wells stated.

"No, he enforced them. But not anymore. Not here, here there are no laws. Here we do whatever the hell we want, whenever the hell we want. Now, you don't have to like it, Wells. You can even try to stop it, change it... kill me. Know why? Whatever the hell we want!" Bellamy smirked.

"Whatever the hell we want!" Murphy yelled to the crowd.

"Whatever the hell we want!" The crowd started cheering.

Well, and I looked around in horror at what had become of these people. Wells looked like he was about to throw a punch at Bellamy when thunder sounded over the land. Rain started to pour down, and everyone cheered.

"We have to collect this," Wells pointed out.

"Whatever the hell you want," Bellamy smirked, almost whispering.

Wells walked away annoyed but not as irritated and mad at me.

"That was a dick move. You're so gonna regret this!" I hissed.

Bellamy rolled his eyes, and I walked away toward the dropship. The door was already down because I don't even think it can still close, so I walked in. Frustrated I sat in one of the seats. If people start to take off their bracelets who knows what could happen.