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Pilot

Life sucks; then you die. Unfortunately, the second part hasn't really come yet.

Just as she wrote the last word down in the small notebook she kept propped up against her knees, a buzzing sound rang over her in the small prison holding and she looked up to find the door opening. The unflattering blue lights sparked on. Cautiously, she closed her journal, put down her pencil, and swung her legs off her bed so her feet touched the cold concrete of the solitary cell.

A guard held open the door, spiking her curiosity from the cot she remained still on. Her surprise peaked when she saw Marcus Kane walk through the door, into the cell, marking it only the second visit she'd had from him in the entire year she'd been held prisoner.

"Alessia," he greeted her as the two guards followed him and shut the door. Alessia sighed and moved back to her original position with her knees against her chest and her journal in her lap.

"Dad," she replied sourly, unfazed by his appearance. She opened the journal again and sighed, "Don't tell me you're here for my revision. I know for a fact that it doesn't happen for another two weeks."

She began to write in her journal once more, ignoring her father's guilty gaze.

It's been 97 years since our expulsion from Earth due to the radiation. It's been almost 18 that I've lived on the Ark, the single station formed from 12 different stations. In their eyes, 18 years is long enough for me.

"You need to get up," Kane ordered her with his hands behind his tense back. His daughter looked up at him.

"Why?"

"Get up, Prisoner 423. Face the wall," one of the guards behind Kane commanded. Having no choice, Alessia sighed, closed her journal, and got off of the small cot.

"What are you doing, Dad?" Alessia asked as she complied with the guard's demands and faced the wall adjacent to her.

"Hold out your right hand," said the guard that was intent on ordering her around. Alessia frowned.

"I told you, I'm not supposed to be reviewed for another two weeks. Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Do what he says, Alessia," Kane demanded, but didn't step any closer to her. Alessia turned her head to see Kane standing behind her left shoulder, just watching her. She didn't even have an option when the two guards came around her and one held her hand out while the other clasped a wristband on her, sealing it to her skin.

"What the hell are you doing? What's going on?" she nearly shouted, struggling against the guards. She glanced over her shoulder. Suddenly, it dawned on her as the guards began to drag her out of the cell without an explanation. She remembered, very distinctly, about what had happened to Clarke just days before she'd gotten arrested, herself. She whispered, quietly, "No. You're killing us all to save yourselves, aren't you?"

"No one's killing you," Kane told her as the guards began to drag her to the door. Alessia refused and managed to force herself out of their grasp. She walked closer to her father, who beckoned the guards to stand down for a few moments. "Alessia, you're being sent to the ground."

Her eyes widened. "The ground? Are you insane? That's gonna kill me anyway!"

"We don't have any options left," said Kane. "This is the way it has to be."

"You always say that!" the teenage criminal exclaimed frustratedly. "That's always your excuse! But you can't excuse yourself this time, Dad! You're sending me to die."

"You don't know that."

"Well there's a pretty good chance that I will," Alessia spat at him. She looked down at the wristband and eyed it for a quick moment before glancing up at Kane. "Not that you care, anyway."

"I do care." He stepped forward, a confounded look on his face. "Alessia, you're my daughter. Of course I care about you."

"Well you have a funny way of showing it," she said through her teeth. Alessia and Kane stared at each other for a while in utter silence, but Alessia could see the feigned guilt on her father's face. She knew he didn't care. Why would she think any more of him? "You know what—do it. Send me to the ground. At least I'll be away from you."

Despite her bold claim, Alessia did not move. She resented her father for everything he'd done, but she did not want to die. She wanted to feel the sun on her skin and the crispness of Earth's air, but the risks outweighed the benefits. She did not want to get sent to Earth, even though she would give anything to be out of her father's spiteful eye.

Kane stepped forward to face his daughter, and his mouth opened just the slightest. Alessia watched as she saw his face turn down while her father tried to grasp his feelings. When nothing came out, Alessia scoffed.

"Classic Dad," she whispered at his hesitation. Kane's face fell. "You can't even tell your own daughter that you love her while you're sending her to the ground to die."

Kane wanted to say something back, but he could see the hatred the resided behind his daughter's features. He knew she hated him, and she had much of a reason. So, he just looked up at the guards behind her and nodded.

"Take her."

Alessia looked to her left and her right and felt the guards as they came up behind her and each grabbed an arm. She struggled and screamed, refusing to leave the sanctity of her cell. Never before had she wanted to stay in her cell so badly. Never before had she wanted to stay on the Ark so badly.

Kane could hear his daughter's threats as the guards took her to the drop ship, and when she was gone, he looked around her prison cell. On the bed, he could see the black journal tossed to the side with a pencil not far away. He walked over to the journal and opened to the first open page.

My father locked me in with no remorse. I only did the things I did to help people, probably like most of the people in this prison. I hate him, more now than ever. And I know he hates me, too.

The drop ship was launched with not a second thought, signing all of their death sentences with one single button. All 100 prisoners were strapped to either seats or the wall with red buckles for their safety. Alessia could feel them all moving in the air, racing towards Earth.

"This blows," said the girl next to her, but Alessia did not say anything. "I'm gonna die just because I sold a few illegal parts to some desperate teenage boys. I thought I'd get arrested for something more badass, you know—?"

"No offense, but I don't really care," Alessia cut the girl off, tired of the chirping noise in her ear from the girl beside her. The girl looked at her from the side and gasped.

"Oh! You're Alessia, Councilor Kane's daughter, right?" Alessia said nothing. "I heard you got arrested, but I never found out what it was for. And you've been in solitary and everything. So…why'd you get arrested?"

The nosy girl was getting on Alessia's nerves. "None of your business."

She scoffed. "It obviously is my business since we're going down to Earth together just to die."

Before Alessia could even think of a response, there was a voice behind them that replied for her. "Way to be a Debbie Downer, Margot."

"Shut up, Jasper," Margot Roberts snapped, twisting her head to look between the seats at Jasper Jordan and Monty Green, who were standing stationary up against the wall. "I'm just telling the truth."

"She stole rations and gave them to the poor," said another voice, and Alessia turned her head to find a flat-faced boy with dark, slicked back hair and an antagonistic grin practically laughing at her. "She's a regular Robin Hood."

"And what are you in for, Murphy?" Margot snapped at him, her eyes cold. "Murder? Doesn't seem too far off."

John Murphy narrowed his eyes into slits. "Nothing's changed about you, Margot. Still the annoying little girl-next-door."

A furious expression overcame Margot's face as she leaned forward with her mouth open, bracing to yell at Murphy for his words. Alessia was about to protest to the childish arguments, but before anyone could start anything, the ship suddenly shook. A high-pitched shrill sounded about the drop ship, startling everyone.

The atmosphere. The small turmoil was because of the atmosphere.

Almost instantaneously, the unflattering blue lights turned on and around the drop ship, Chancellor Jaha's face graced the presence of the screens high above their heads. He stood tall in an empty part of the Ark, his eyes focused on the camera. The entire crowd went dead silent.

"Prisoners of the Ark, hear me now," said Jaha. "You've been given a second chance. And as your Chancellor, it is my hope that you see this as not just a chance for you, but a chance for all of us, indeed for mankind itself. We have no idea what is waiting for you down there. If the odds of survival were better, we would've sent others. Frankly, we're sending you because your crimes have made you expendable."

"My devotion to the Ark grows stronger and stronger every time he opens his mouth," Margot mumbled under her breath, displeased. Alessia didn't mind Chancellor Jaha, since he was more of a father to her than Kane ever was. However, his choice of words was disheartening. Instead of replying to the girl who wouldn't stop running her mouth beside her, Alessia rolled her eyes and listened to Jaha.

"Those crimes will be forgiven; your records wiped clean. The drop site has been chosen carefully. Before the last war, Mount Weather was a military base built within a mountain." The screen had now displayed its first worrying sign of disconnection, blurring out for just a moment before coming back. "It was to be stocked with enough nonperishables to sustain 300 people for up to two years."

But while Jaha's speech played on the drop ship's televisions, there was a wave of encouraging shouts to someone on the ship.

"The Spacewalk Bandit strikes again!"

Alessia craned her neck to look up and into the crowd of criminals, only to find some idiot had unstrapped himself from the harness and was floating in air.

"What an idiot," Alessia scoffed as she turned her head and looked back up at the screen. But there was too much encouragement for said "spacewalk bandit" that she couldn't hear. Suddenly, there was a shout, and it was not one of encouragement.

"Hey! You two! Stay put if you want to live!"

It was Clarke Griffin, the girl who shouted the warning to the prisoners. Alessia knew that much—and she found it to be a good thing. At least she knew someone on the drop ship and wasn't alone with a bunch of murders.

"Mount Weather is life," said Jaha on the screen, now audible since Clarke's warning stopped everyone from cheering. "You must locate those supplies immediately. Your one responsibility is to stay alive."

But Jaha's voice faded out again as the drop ship began to shake, more than before this time. This was not just passing through the atmosphere, this was pure turbulence. Another two people unbuckled their harnesses and then the ship started to really experience turmoil, causing all three floaters to crash into each other as the drop ship came to a hard descent.

They didn't even have to step foot on Earth to die. The ship could crash, and they could fry. It was a distinct possibility. The drop ship began to dwindle to the ground and the prisoners in their harnesses began to feel the panic of dying before ever reaching Earth. The rockets hadn't set off, and if they didn't, they would be goners.

"We're going to die!" Margot wailed beside Alessia, who just shut her eyes and awaited the worse like the rest of the prisoners. Would it be quick? Painless? One could only hope. Shouts and cries filled the ship while everyone waited the ending.

But then, the worst was over. The drop ship landed on the ground, the machines died, and the lights flickered back on. Everything was silent as everyone realized they were still breathing, despite their beliefs.

"Listen," Monty told Jasper, Margot, and Alessia. "No machine hum."

"We're on the ground," whispered Alessia to herself. She was so sure that they wouldn't survive.

"Whoa," Jasper whispered, looking around the drop ship in wonder. "That's a first."

Simultaneously, belt buckles clicked from all around, freeing the prisoners from their harnesses as they anxiously awaited to leave the drop ship and go outside. Margot quickly unbuckled her harness, as did Jasper and Finn, and Alessia hesitated. The landing might not have killed them, but the radiation could.

"Let's get this show on the road!" Margot exclaimed as she stepped over Alessia and met up with Monty and Jasper as they unhooked themselves from their harnesses. Alessia unbuckled as well, but she didn't follow Monty, Margot, and Jasper to wherever they were going. Instead, she found Clarke bending down by her seat, looking at the Spacewalk Bandit as he stood over a body.

"Finn, is he breathing?" she asked. Finn didn't say anything to respond.

"Alessia," someone grabbed her attention, and Alessia looked up to find Wells Jaha as he unbuckled his seatbelt and jumped out of his seat. She cocked an eyebrow as Wells came up to her and gave her a hug.

"Wells?" She pushed him back and shook her head. "What the hell did you do? Why are you here?"

"I got myself arrested when I found out that the prisoners were being sent to Earth," he told her. Just like that, it all made sense. It had been for Clarke, of course. She could see Clarke on the ground, looking up at them and eyeing Wells with disdain. She knew Clarke hated Wells; for good reason, too. He was the one that turned her father in for trying to tell the rest of the population about the Ark's unstable condition.

That secret had earned both her and Clarke to be condemned to solitary cells, though it had not been the reason for Alessia's arrest.

"Alessia." Clarke stood up, a tight look on her face. They were nowhere near as good of friends as they were once, since Alessia had tried to talk Clarke out of telling the people of the Ark about the oxygen problem. It was a small act of betrayal, but not enough for Clarke to hate her like she did Wells.

Suddenly, there was a shout. "The outer door is on the lower level. Let's go!"

Clarke looked to see the prisoners begin to flood down to the lower level. In protest, she cried, "No, we can't just open the doors!"

Clarke sped over to the ladder leading down and she raced down the steps. Alessia and Wells soon followed after, coming down just as Clarke was pushing her way through the crowd.

"The air could be toxic," she urged the man at the front of the ship, right at the doors. He was wearing a guard's uniform rather than a prisoner uniform.

"If the air is toxic, we're all dead, anyway," said the man pessimistically.

He turned to the doors right when someone called out, "Bellamy?"

The voice seemed to perk his interest, and he lifted his head up and looked towards where the exclamation came from. The crowd of prisoners cleared the way for the girl who spoke to this man, and she walked to the front slowly, her eyes wide. He was just as shocked, but more relieved than anything. The girl was petite with long, brown hair and a smooth complexion. She rushed up to the man blockading the door and he looked her up and down.

"My god, look how big you are." The girl launched herself into Bellamy's arms, hugging him tightly. After the moment of embrace, she slid down and glanced him over.

"What the hell are you wearing? A guard's uniform?" she demanded.

"I borrowed it to get on the drop ship," he defended himself. "Someone's got to keep an eye on you."

Again, she hugged him. Alessia rolled her eyes, finding that the reunion was wasting everyone's time. Clarke raised an eyebrow in the front row. "Where's your wristband?"

"Do you mind?" the girl snapped at Clarke. "I haven't seen my brother in a year."

"No one has a brother!" shouted someone in the crowd.

"I'm pretty sure she just said that she had a brother! Idiot." Alessia could tell it was Margot who stated the condescending words.

"That's Octavia Blake!" another person exclaimed, remembering something important. "The girl they found hidden in the floor!"

Octavia was just about to lunge at whoever hollered the crude words when her brother held her back. "Octavia! Octavia, no!" Listening to Bellamy, Octavia stopped fighting him. "Let's give them something else to remember you by."

"Yeah?" She turned around at him. "Like what?"

"Like being the first person on the ground in a hundred years," he proposed, silencing his sister. Bellamy turned and pulled down the lever to open the doors, allowing a mass of light to shine through and meet the eyes of each and every prisoner.

The sun's rays hurt their eyes, but none of them blinked as they witnessed the moment they were experiencing. Fresh air filled their lungs, the wind combed through their hair, and the sun kissed their skin. It shone through the trees that were standing tall, towering above their short stances on the ground. Everything was so bright, so clear, and so crisp. It was all enhanced and new, like nothing ever experienced before.

Octavia took a step out on the door that was firmly planted on the ground having been lowered. She closed her eyes, took in a deep breath, and felt the cool air hit her lungs. She exhaled this time, deep and slow, practically melting in the way the air felt. Things were dead silent as she walked up to the edge of the drop ships door, just shy of stepping down onto the ground.

Hesitating for only a split second, she jumped onto the ground with both feet planted, and a sense of accomplishment overwhelmed her.

She smiled and threw her hands up in the air. "We're back, bitches!"

The crowd roared in agreement, and everyone flooded out of the drop ship, dancing, smiling, and laughing. Alessia stepped onto the drop ship's door and surveyed the greenery of Earth. She took in a breath, finding the air cleaner and cooler than what the Ark had synthesized.

Nothing could be quite like Earth.

When things had died down from the hype of being back on the ground, Alessia found Clarke at the drop ship door, her head hovering over a map. She walked over to her blonde friend and cocked an eyebrow.

"What's the map for?" she asked. Clarke seemed a little out of place amongst the rest of the prisoners, who were enjoying the freshness of Earth without a care. She instead had an intense face on.

"I'm trying to figure out how we get to Mount Weather," said Clarke, looking up at Alessia. "If we want to survive, we need to listen to Jaha and get supplies."

"We've got problems," Wells announced to the two as he came around to them at the corner of the drop ship door. "The communications system is dead. I went to the roof—a dozen panels are missing. Heat fried the wires."

"Well, all that matters right now is getting to Mount Weather," Clarke urged. She looked down at the map. "See? Look, this is us. This is where we need to get to if we want to survive." She drew a line, symbolizing the hike they would have to engage upon to reach their desired destination.

"Where'd you learn to do that?" Wells asked, and Clarke fell silent. Upon this, Wells realized, "Your father."

Alessia looked up at Wells, who immediately felt guilty over bringing up Clarke's father as she shut down. Finding them in desperate need of a subject change, Alessia spoke.

"Um…Mount Weather is pretty far out there," she commented. "We need to get there before dark so we should leave now."

"Ah. Cool. A map." Clarke, Alessia, and Wells looked behind them to see Jasper with a smile on his face. He looked at Clarke. "They got a bar in this town? I'll buy you a beer."

Behind him, Margot came to a stop and crossed her arms. "Smooth, Jasper. Smooth."

"You mind?" Wells snapped as he turned around at Jasper and shoved him away. Alessia stepped forward.

"Wells, what's your problem?" she said, finding it odd and unnecessary behavior for anyone, let alone Wells.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Murphy demanded as he walked up to Wells and Jasper with a group of other prisoners behind him. "Hands off of him. He's with us."

"Relax." Wells held up his hands defensively. "We're just trying to figure out where we are."

"We're on the ground." The group looked to the side to see Bellamy next to Octavia with a confused, condescending look on his face. "That not good enough for you?"

Wells hesitated, but then stepped forward. "We need to find Mount Weather. You heard my father's message. That has to be our first priority."

"Screw your father," Octavia blurted out. "What? You think you're in charge here? You, your little princess and…Robin Hood?"

Her eyes rolled over Alessia, who was idly standing by watching the argument. Octavia said the word with so much distaste that it instantly made Alessia furious. She stepped up with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Why don't you be quiet? After all, I stole to feed people like you."

"Hey!" snapped Bellamy. "Don't talk to my sister like that."

"None of this matters right now!" Clarke exclaimed, dismissing the entire argument as time was pressed. She spoke to the crowd. "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'll be. How long do you think we'll last without those supplies? We're looking at a twenty-mile trek, okay? So if we want to get there before dark, we need to leave. Now."

"I got a better idea. You three go, find it for us. Let the privileged do the hard work for a change," Bellamy suggested.

"Yeah!" the crowd chorused.

"You're not listening," Wells urged. "We all need to go!"

"Let them stay if they want to stay." Alessia looked around in disbelief. "You can all starve if that's what you want!"

"Look at this everybody!" Murphy came up behind Wells and shoved him hard. Wells spun around. "The Chancellor of Earth."

"Think that's funny?"

Murphy did not respond. Instead, he just kicked Wells's knee so that he fell down onto the ground, crumbling from the broken limb. Clarke screamed out Wells's name, but the boys loyal to Murphy held her back. The same went for Alessia, who tried to help, too.

"No, but that was. All right, come on." Murphy smiled sadistically as Wells got up from the ground bravely and prepared to fight. One could see that Murphy was doubtful Wells would punch him and his injured leg didn't help his case.

As Alessia fought against the prisoners that held her back, she managed to punch one in the nose with her elbow, causing him to fumble back and hold his bleeding nose. The other one that held her stepped back to help his friend, leaving Alessia free to help Wells against Murphy. Instead, someone jumped down from the top of the drop ship and landed just in front of Murphy. The crowd fell dead silent once more.

"Kid's got one leg," said Finn. "How about you wait until it's a fair fight?"

Murphy instantly stopped his antagonizing, and afterwards, Octavia walked up to the brave teenager and said, "Hey, Spacewalker! Rescue me next."

Finn smiled and walked off, ending the fight between Murphy and Wells. Clarke immediately rushed over to Wells and began to help him sit so she could examine his injury. Alessia stood beside Wells and Clarke, surveying the awkward silence between the two feuding friends. She barely noticed it when Margot came up to her side and sucked in a hard breath.

"Ouch. That had to have hurt." Alessia glanced at Margot from the side, incredulous to her behavior. "I mean, did you hear that crack? Murphy definitely fractured something."

"Did you get thrown into jail because you talk so damn much?" the brunette asked rhetorically, looking at Margot with widened dark eyes. Margot scoffed.

"I already told you what I was thrown in jail for, remember?"

"Sorry. I must've gotten sidetracked by how annoying you are." Alessia turned back to Wells and Clarke and shook her head with a disinterested scoff. Margot shrugged.

"See, despite what you might think, that's not an insult to me." The teenager smiled. "I've been called worse."

"So, Mount Weather…" Finn walked up to Clarke with his hands in his pockets. "When do we leave?"

Clarke stood up from the ground. "Right now. We'll be back tomorrow with food," she told Wells.

"How are the two of you gonna carry enough food for one hundred?" asked Wells, concerned. Clarke looked up at Alessia.

"Well, we have three."

"Five," corrected Finn as he spun around and grabbed both Jasper and Monty from behind him. The two did not object at all. "Can we go now?"

"Ooh, make it six!" Margot volunteered beside Alessia, with an innocent smile. Alessia scoffed.

"Yeah…count me out. I'll stay here with Wells." She looked down at her injured friend. "Someone's gotta make sure they don't kill you."

"Appreciate it," Wells muttered facetiously, avoiding her eyes. Alessia frowned, unimpressed with Wells's ungratefulness.

"So five, then?" Clarke finished. Suddenly, Octavia burst into their group.

"Sounds like a party! Make it six again." She clapped her hands together enthusiastically.

Bellamy came up to her shoulder and said roughly, "Hey, what the hell are you doing?"

"Going for a walk."

"Hey." Clarke stepped forward, eyeing the Ark's wristband on Finn's arm that looked like it'd been tampered with. She wore a concerned, almost furious expression. "Were you trying to take this off?"

"Yeah." Finn shrugged. "So?"

"So? This wristband transmits your vital signs to the Ark. Take it off and they'll think you're dead."

"Should I care?"

"Well, I don't know. Do you want the people you love to think you're dead?" the hardheaded blonde proposed. "Do you want them to follow you down here in two months? Because they won't if they think we're dying." Finn didn't say anything, but rather avoided her eyes shamefully. "Okay. Now, let's go."

Finn, Margot, Jasper, Monty, and Octavia all went out, set towards the forest, but Clarke stayed behind and walked over to Wells. Ignoring Alessia's presence, Clarke looked down at Wells with distaste.

"You shouldn't have come here, Wells."

Wells watched as Clarke walked away angrily, storming off with the group to Mount Weather. Alessia watched as well, finding that it was both Clarke's right and Clarke's fault that she was being so rude to Wells. Alessia couldn't quite relate, however—if someone turned in her father for doing something illegal, she probably would've said good riddance.

Alessia turned around and looked at Wells. She gave a small shrug. "I'm sure she'll…get over it. Sometime." She bent down next to Wells's leg with a sigh. "Let's see if we can get you up and walking."

Once Wells was walking again, he and Alessia decided to leave the camp to see if they could find water and branches for firewood. The two walked through the forest at a slow pace, taking in the greenery of Earth.

"It's surreal," Wells said, fascinated by the woods. "I mean…we've seen pictures, but—"

"Yeah, yeah." She sighed heavily and used a tree to help her climb the uneven ground. "It's a real sight for sore eyes."

The young Jaha looked at his friend from the side, feeling sorry for her. He didn't know how bad it probably was while she was in solitary, just like Clarke, forced to live her days in silence. Absently, he spoke.

"I'm sorry, Alessia. About what Kane did. He was wrong to lock you up."

Alessia scoffed. "He was being Kane, Wells. I didn't expect anything else from him." She hung her head. "My dad has a bad habit of putting the law before his personal feelings."

"Your revision was in two weeks, right?" he asked. She nodded.

"Yep." A bitter laugh escaped Alessia's lips as she thought of the day she'd thought of a million times before, all ending in the same outcome. "And there's no doubt that I would've been floated. What kind of monster steals rations to feed the poor?" she said sarcastically.

Wells scoffed. "I doubt it. I'm sure my father would've pardoned you."

"Yeah, but mine wouldn't have." Alessia looked at Wells with a blunt glance. "He would've been happy to have me gone. Finally rid of me at last."

"You know he doesn't feel that way about you," Wells assured her firmly, trying to lighten the mood. "He's just sad that he doesn't have your mom around."

"I'm sad that my mom isn't around, too. But at least I gave him a chance. I didn't automatically hate him because my mom wasn't around." She looked at Wells with hard eyes. "He looks at me like I'm a problem, Wells. Always has, always will. And to get rid of that problem, he sent me to Earth where—up until an hour or two ago—I was ninety-nine percent sure I was going to die."

"But you didn't," he pointed out. She sighed.

"But I didn't." Alessia looked down at her wristband. "And he knows that. Problem's not solved." Wells was about to protest—to tell her that she wasn't a problem—but she stopped him and move on, unwilling to talk about it anymore. "But I'm done talking about my dad. Why don't we talk about Clarke's?" She stopped them in their tracks and looked at him seriously. "Why'd you do it, Wells?"

"I don't…" Wells turned away, shaking his head. "I don't know."

"Bullshit. You don't turn on your best friend like that. I didn't, I just tried to talk her out of doing what she was gonna do." They began to walk through the forest again. "You never thought about the nice approach?"

"I tried it, Alessia. You tried it. She wasn't going to listen to us," he pushed. She scoffed.

"So you turn on your best friend? What'd you do, steal a page from my dad's book or something?" She looked back at Wells with a distinct glare, but he shook his head.

"I don't know why I did it, Alessia," he said at last, refusing to say anything else about it. "And all I want her to do is forgive me."

Alessia snapped a twig off of a tree and added to the bundle of branches in her hand. "Well, that's gonna take a whole lot of time, Wells. You betrayed her." Wells was quiet, and Kane's daughter sighed. "Come on. There's no water here; let's turn back. We can make another trip out here later."

Dropping the conversation, the two headed back to the drop site and put down the firewood that they had collected in a pile. As they did so, Murphy and his sidekick, John Mbege, walked over to them.

"Find any water yet?" he asked.

Wells straightened with a sigh. "No, not yet. But I'm going back out if you want to come." Looking to his side at where Murphy and Mbege were sneaking glances at, he could see the words "first son, first to dye" carved into the side of the drop ship.

Alessia noticed the lingering stares to the drop ship, so she crossed her arms and looked in the direction all three men were staring at. Upon seeing the hateful words, she turned to Murphy and Mbege with a pissed off expression.

"Seriously?" she disapproved.

Murphy chuckled under his breath and itched his nose to reveal the knife that he most likely used to carve the saying into the drop ship. "You know, my father, he begged for mercy in the airlock chamber when your father floated him."

Wells, taking the higher road, just sniffled and brushed Murphy's shoulder with a low, "You spelled 'die' wrong, geniuses."

The two Johns looked back as Wells walked off to the rest of the camp. Alessia walked up to Murphy's side and smiled bitterly.

"Use your head for something other than a hat rack, Murphy."

Nightfall soon came, but Alessia and Wells spent their time further from the rest of the clan of prisoners that despised the both of them for no other reason than their last names. None of them seemed to know that Alessia hated her father as much as they did—or, perhaps, even more—but just assumed that she was as loyal to Kane as Wells was to Jaha. Though she hated her father, she did not agree with the attitude of the rest of the prisoners. It would not be a functional society with murder being allowed, and she knew that well.

When Wells and Alessia finally returned back to the drop site after trying desperately to find water, they found the crowd whooping and hollering by the glowing embers of a fire.

"What the hell…?" Alessia mumbled to herself. Wells didn't respond, but rather pushed himself through the outer circle around the fire. Alessia followed him, staying just a pace behind as Wells made his way up to the burning fire. The two could see on the other side that one of the prisoners sat with her arm extended while another took a knife and lifted up the wristband on her arm. In seconds, it snapped in half, and the crowd hollered when the bracelet met the fire and started to burn, along with many others.

"Who's next?" shouted Bellamy, glancing around the group. Wells shook his head.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked, firmly standing up to Bellamy. One of the prisoners braced to step forward and harshly explain things to Wells and Alessia, but Bellamy stopped the prisoner and handled the situation himself.

"We're liberating ourselves. What does it look like?"

"It looks like you're trying to get us all killed," replied Wells. "The communication system is dead. These wristbands are all we've got. Take them off and the Ark will think we're dying. That it's not safe for them to follow!"

"That's the point, Chancellor," Bellamy patronized. "We can take care of ourselves. Can't we?"

"Yeah!" chorused the crowd. Alessia brushed past Wells to face Bellamy with a bewildered, incredulous expression on her face.

"Have you gone completely insane?" she snapped, blinking at him in disbelief. "We can't take care of ourselves. Even if we could, the people of the Ark deserve better than staying up there! They pardoned all of us."

"And you're actually buying that, Robin Hood?" he proposed, cocking an eyebrow. "Sure, you'll get pardoned. But only because you're Kane's daughter. The rest of us aren't as lucky."

She wanted to protest—to say that she wasn't lucky at all. That her father locked her in a solitary cell because he decided that, instead of being a normal father and handing punishment by yelling or preventing her from having a social life, he locked her in a jail cell until her eighteenth birthday, where she'd be reviewed and most likely floated. That wasn't luck. Being sent to Earth—being pardoned two weeks before her eighteenth birthday—was luck.

"You think this is a game?" Wells shouted to the crowd. "Those aren't just our friends and our parents up there. They're our farmers, our doctors, our engineers. I don't care what he tells you. We won't survive here on our own. And besides, if it really is safe, how could you not want the rest of our people to come down?"

"My people already are down," Bellamy countered. He pointed to the sky. "Those people locked my people up."

"You stow away on one drop ship and all of a sudden they become your people?" Alessia challenged, finding the fakeness of Bellamy's words. He didn't know any of them—the only reason he came down was for Octavia.

Bellamy tensed, but soon came up with another excuse. "Those people killed my mother for the crime of having a second child." He looked at Wells. "Your father did that."

"My father didn't write the laws," Wells pointed out.

"No. He enforced them," Bellamy agreed.

Alessia scoffed. "Bellamy, you can't blame the Chancellor or even Wells for your mother's poor choices." Bellamy looked down at her with eyes that flared red. "She knew the law when she had your sister. She chose to hide the crime she'd committed. Don't start accusing people of things that were out of their control."

"Well, here, there are no laws," said Bellamy with a tight jaw. A chorused agreement rippled through the crowd. "Here, we do whatever the hell we want whenever the hell we want! Now, you two don't have to like it. You can even try to stop it or change it; kill me. You know why? Whatever the hell we want."

"Whatever the hell we want!" Murphy shouted, and it caused a undulation effect in the crowd. They began to chant the words like a mantra, showcasing the power that Bellamy held over the crowd. There were no more words spoken as the crowd kept repeating the words over and over again until a thunderous cracking sounded above them. Two seconds later, water began to pour from the heavens, soaking them all with water and excitement.

"We need to collect this," Wells yelled over the rain to Bellamy, who stared at the young Chancellor with hard, blatant eyes.

All he said was: "Whatever the hell we want."

And while the crowd cheered and hollered for the rain that poured on their skin, Wells turned and angrily stormed out from the rest of the crowd. Bellamy watched as the Chancellor's son left, leaving only Kane's daughter to detest his ways.

Her hair was soaking wet, clumping into thick strands as the water came down heavy. Beads of water covered her face, as it did the rest of the 100.

Over the rain, she shouted, "You and your followers can chant 'whatever the hell we want' until you're blue in the face, Bellamy. But don't come crying to us when your plan crumbles." She paused. "And trust me, it will crumble."

The thunder roared again.

Kane stared out the window of his room in the Ark, looking down at the Earth as it orbited. He'd had to make so many tough decisions in the last twelve hours it was groundbreaking—no pun intended. On top of sending his daughter to the ground, potentially to die, he'd had to arrest Abby Griffin for breaking the law while saving the Chancellor's life. As acting Chancellor, he needed to make sure that he took no crime lightly.

However, this method wasn't popular among all. Callie Cartwig stormed into his room uninvited, claiming, "Are you out of your mind? You can't just kill everyone who disagrees with you!"

"Now, you all think I'm the bad guy," Kane resented, licking his lips and shaking his head. "But I'm the only one who's willing to do what it takes to save us."

"She's my best friend!"

"I sent my daughter down to Earth, Callie. Where she will most likely die," Kane argued, having no remorse for the woman before him who pleaded for Dr. Griffin's life. "So what do you want me to say? I'm sorry? I'm not. Friendship—family—is a luxury we can't afford. And if I have to take us down to a cosmic Adam and Eve, I will do it."

"Please," begged Callie. "Show mercy. If not for Abby, then for me. Or even for your daughter, who you never showed any ounce of mercy to."

"You don't know anything about what I did or what I did not show my daughter," snapped Kane. Callie did not flinch at all. "And mercy is something that we can't afford—not then, not now."

Callie was at a loss, completely dumbfounded on what to do next. If he couldn't show mercy for something so close to him—a daughter, no less—he would never show mercy for Abby.

She couldn't sleep. It was her first night on Earth and, unlike the rest of the 100, she could not sleep peacefully knowing that mankind had returned home. There were too many things to worry about: food, shelter, survival. How could they survive pitted against each other? Bellamy Blake was sincerely screwing everything up.

She slept a little ways away from Wells, since the two of them had to band together being as the rest of the prisoners hated their guts and most likely wanted to kill them. That was another reason she couldn't sleep—the fear of someone coming and kidnapping her in the middle of the night. One of the prisoners could easily kill her without her knowledge if she was asleep. It was a scenario very possible.

However, she wasn't the one to be taken.

Since she was trying to sleep, Alessia kept her eyes closed and tried hard to keep her breathing even. It made her seem like she was in slumber, when she was really awake enough to hear Wells scream against a muffled hand and a hushed sound from someone else. Over the next minute, she could hear the shuffling of the leaves as Wells presumably got up from his position on the ground and went with whoever was taking him. Alessia's eyes snapped open, and although she wasn't dumb enough to risk her life for Wells, she also couldn't let him die. Not just for her own survival amongst a hundred prisoners that despised her, but also for Jaha.

Once she was sure no one knew that she was awake, she lifted herself from the ground and followed pursuit of Wells and his kidnapper, which she was certain was Bellamy. Time proved that she was right when Bellamy brought Wells to a secluded clearing far away from the drop site.

In the midst of the dark night, Alessia could make out a gun in Bellamy's hand. She kept her breathing to a minimum.

"That's far enough. I don't want to shoot you, Wells—hell, I like you—but I do need them to think that you're dead." He pointed his gun to the sky, obviously referring to the Ark's citizens.

"Why?" Wells pushed. "Why are you doing this? For real—not some crap about getting to do what you want to do?"

"I have my reasons," he said ominously. "I also have the gun so I ask the questions. And the question is, why aren't you helping me? Your dad banishedyou, Wells, and yet here you are, still doing his bidding, following the rules. Aren't you tired of always doing what's expected of you? Stand up to him. Take off that wristband and you will be amazed at how good it feels!"

"No." Wells paused. "Never. Not gonna happen. Is that clear enough for you?"

Bellamy sighed. "Yeah. It is. I'm sorry it had to be this way."

Right when Alessia was about to reveal herself and demand that Bellamy put down the gun and leave, she saw him put it away. She was confused, at first, but then she saw two shadows behind Wells. She couldn't see all that clearly because of the darkness, but she hear it. Wells started to shout, so she burst out into a sprint from the bushes towards where she saw her friend.

"Wells!" Alessia shouted as she ran, but she was blockaded by Bellamy, who gripped her arms and prevented her from moving. She tried to fight him, but he had a grip too tight and head-on for her to escape. Using all the strength she had, she fought against the grips that were bound to give her purple bruises in the morning. "Bellamy! Get the hell off of me!"

"You shouldn't have come here," Bellamy warned. "I wasn't gonna make you take yours off just yet."

She maneuvered her hands so that they forced Bellamy's arms back to his side, and they stood parallel to each other, neither one of them giving up. Her breathing was heavy, as was his.

"You touch me, Bellamy Blake, and my worst crime won't just be stealing to feed the poor," she warned, touching her wristband just to make sure that it was still there. As much as she wanted to get back at her father, telling people she was dead wasn't the way to go about things. "You won't get this wristband off until I'm dead."

Suddenly, Wells screamed loudly just as the sound of metal cracked, and Alessia's heart sank. They cut it off—they won.

Bellamy stared at her. "Well, it looks like we got his off."

Alessia swallowed hard, trying to mask her disappointment. "I won't be so easy."

"Lucky for me, I wasn't counting on it," Bellamy spat before walking down the uneven slope and bumping her shoulder, informing her that he wouldn't be so easy, either.