Survivors

Chapter 2- We're not alone

Clarke Griffen:

Everyone is sitting against the walls of the drop-ship, listening to the howling of the mysterious fog outside. Only silence lurks around, waiting for their next order.

"Clarke, I need to speak with you upstairs." Bellamy says. He climbs up the ladder and I follow behind him, avoiding the stares that I know I'm getting. I can feel everyone's eyes trailing me. I don't know if I can handle this whole leader thing after all.

When I shut the door behind me, Bellamy kicks the wall tirelessly. At first, I look at him astonished that this is the way he is taking things. Then reality snaps in.

"Bellamy." I say quietly but he doesn't stop. "Bellamy." I say again. Still no response. I grab his shoulder and force him to look at me, our faces only being inches apart. "Bellamy, look at me." His brown eyes find mine. "Calm down. Your scaring those people out there. They look up to you."

"But don't you see Clarke! There is a reason to be scared! Red fog, strange animals, a horn..." He looks around as if there were someone there. "we are not alone." A shade of fear drapes over his eyes. It looks like the color is sucked out of his face. Sweat is forming all over his body.

"Bell, you need to sit." He obediently sits laying against the wall. I take a seat next to him.

"What are we going to do?" He asks, staring off into space. I open my mouth to speak, but I'm cut off by screams downstairs. Bellamy whips his head towards the door and runs to unlatch it. I follow him with pro caution. We climb down the ladder to find a guy by the name of John Murphy pointing a gun to Octavia.

Bellamy Blake:

Octavia's face is streaked with tears. I hold my hands up in reassurance, to show Murphy that I mean no harm.

"Murphy! What on earth do you think your doing!" Clarke yells behind me. She starts toward him, but I put my hand out to stop her. I didn't know Princess could be this feisty.

"What are you trying to prove, Murphy? You can't gain from killing." I tell him.

"Oh yeah?!? Says the man who shot the chancellor just to get aboard this price of crap!" Gasps ring out all over the crowd. I feel my stomach drop. My secret has been exposed. "You you didn't know?" He says referring to the crowd. Murphy turns back to me with a grin on his face. "So tell us, great and honest leader, what's going to happen to us now that we've experienced the joys of being on earth? What were you and your princess talking about up there?"

"I'm not his princess!" Clarke rings out. I look at Octavia and she looks back. I shot the chancellor so that I could be here to protect my sister, Octavia. Now look where that's gotten me. Look where that's gotten her.

"Murphy, what do you want?" I ask. He smiles an evil smile.

"Only for you to give up your position as leader and hand it over to me." I glare at him. He shoves the gun closer to Octavia's face. "I can still do this!"

"Okay. I'll give you position as leader. Now hand over Octavia!" He smirks and lowers the gun but shoots it as it passes her leg. An ear-piercing scream makes its way out of Octavia's throat and she grasps her thigh. A wide eyed Murphy takes a step back and drops the gun. I burn with rage and I know that it shows, but I don't care. "Bellamy...I didn't mean to-"

"What?!? Shoot my sister!" I run towards him and pin him on the floor. He tries to wiggle out of my grasp, but I'm stronger than he is. My fist makes contact with Murphy's jaw several times before Clarke comes over and puts her hands in front of my face. They are covered with blood. Octavia's blood.

"Hey, I think you've had your fare share." I look into her eyes and I find a peace that I though I could never find I this situation. I look at Murphy who has become unconscious and than a Clarke. "I think that you need to be with your sister right now." I turn my head and stare at Octavia with wide eyes and terror. I run over to her and place my hands on her cheeks. She's turned white as snow. I can hear Clarke shouting out orders, but I focus on Octavia. She gasps for air. Her eyes slowly close.

"No, no, no, no,no. O stay with me." I tell her quietly. "Clarke. Clarke!" Clarke rushes over. I shake with sorrow and I clinch Octavia's hand I pain. Hot tears stream down my face. Clarke feels her pulse and shouts out more orders. "I'm so sorry, O."

After two hours, I finally feel that it's safe to open the drop-ship door. There has been enough drama being caged in here and it's time to let it go, again. I pull the lever and the door slowly makes its way down to touch the ground everyone except for the people Clarke need to preform on Octavia, leave to set up tents. I drag Murphy to a river a couple of miles out of camp and leave him there, making sure that I leave no trail for him to follow back with. When I get back to camp, I find everyone crowded around the side of the drop-ship. I shove people out of my way to get to whatever seems to snag at their interest. There is a message that says: "LEAVE. WE WERE HERE FIRST." We are not alone.