↳〝 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 〞༉‧₊˚✧

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INDIGO AND WELLS started to pass the drop ship a boy, who Indigo didn't know at all, came up to the two, "Hey, uh, where'd you get the clothes?" he asked mainly Wells since he was carrying the clothes.

The two stopped and turned to the dark-haired boy, "Buried the two kids who died during the landing." Wells informed the boy, his tone unsure of why he should be explaining this.

"Smart. You know, I'll take it from here." he tried to take the clothes from Wells's hands, causing Wells to move so he couldn't take them— dodging the boy's action.

"We share based on need, just like back home," Wells informed, but then the large cloth that hung over the dropship doors was pushed out of the way— someone going to step out of the dropship.

Indigo's eyes averted up at the sound of someone stepping down the dropship. Indigo's eyes then only slightly widened at the sight of Bellamy walking out of the drop shot without a shirt on— and a gun in the waistband of his pants.

An awfully pretty girl also stepped out of the ship with him— side by side the two stepped down the door that was now used as a ramp into the dropship.

Indigo's eyes then averted to his face and saw his hair wasn't slicked back anymore— any gel washed out. His hair was slightly curling, and brushed against his forehead, making a slight tinge of heat rise on Indigo's cheeks.

Indigo was unsure of the feeling— hating the way it made her heartbeat quicken, and her cheeks heat up. Indigo tried to stop the emotion that she had never felt before, but failed.

"You still don't get it, do you, Chancellor?" Bellamy questioned Wells— before wrapping his arm around the girl and connecting his lips with hers— making Wells roll his eyes at the scene, but Indigo didn't see, her eyes were just locked onto Bellamy, as he pulled away from the girl.

The girl then walked off leaving Bellamy's side— making Bellamy turn his attention back to Indigo and Wells "This is home now." Bellamy's eyes then dragged over to Indigo, making a small smirk tug at his lips— as if he knew what he was doing to her, before looking back over to Wells again, "Your father's rules no longer apply." Bellamy stated, walking closer to the two.

The gun that stuck out of his waistband made Indigo step back once he had stepped closer— scared of Bellamy. Bellamy glanced at her seeing her obviously wary— almost scared demeanor. He then stopped stepping any closer, as if he cared about how she acted towards him.

Bellamy then took a shirt out of Wells's hands making Wells go to lunge at him but the dark-haired boy went to hold Wells back. Indigo then looked at the two— sending Bellamy a glare, trying to hide her flushed appearance— as she was also pushed back by the boy once she stepped forward.

"Oh, no, no, Atom. Atom, hold up." Bellamy said amused at the fact Wells was going to try and fight back, commanding 'Atom' to let go of Wells, "You want it back?" Bellamy asked, his eyes panning between Indigo and Wells, "Take it." Bellamy taunted, the shirt still in his hands.

Wells then tossed the shoes and leftover clothes he had in his hands— making a group of juveniles rush to get the clothing— the group of teens now fighting over the clothing. Indigo stared at the fighting for a
moment— her eyes wide, before turning her attention back to Bellamy.

"Is this what you want?" Indigo questioned— finally speaking up— narrowing her eyes at him, "Chaos?" she asked Bellamy, as he began to throw on one of the shirts, from the kids who died on the drop ship— pulling it on his hands, not pulling over himself yet, still leaving his torso bare.

"What's wrong with a little chaos?" Bellamy smirked, giving her a small shrug, not pulling the shirt over his head yet— staring at Indigo's obvious flustered expression, trying to be stern with him, "Take a picture it'll last longer." he smirked at Indigo again— but the moment was cut short by a loud girl's screams.

Bellamy then— quickly, pulled the shirt over his head, as many of the teens began to rush towards the loud noise. Indigo, Wells, and Bellamy, all rushed over everyone already upon the scene.

"Bellamy!" Murphy called out, as the three approached the bonfire— seeing Murphy holding a girl over the bonfire, as she struggled to get free, "Check it out. We want the Ark to think that the ground is killing us, right? Figure it'll look better if we suffer a little bit first." Murphy smirked, but Wells quickly rushed over and shoved Murphy backward— making him let go of the girl, and fall to the floor.

Indigo then felt her breath hitch in the back of her throat— hating the fact that this is what they have all become— killing one another. Indigo then looked up at Bellamy who stood beside her— going to speak.

The Earth begged her to do something— but yet again, in every other situation she had been in, she froze— not being able to even try and stop the brewing fight. The sun frowned at her— disappointed at her weakness.

"You can stop this," Indigo whispered— trying to help in some way, her tone quiet— not wanting to poke the bear. Bellamy then looked down at the girl beside her and stared at her for a moment before speaking.

"Stop this?" Bellamy paused briefly, "I'm just getting started." Bellamy smirked at the girl once again— but the moment his words were finished, Murphy quickly got up and punched Wells across the face.

Indigo and Bellamy looked over at the two immediately. Indigo went to step forward, but Bellamy put a hand in front of her, as Wells and Murphy began to fist fight each other— all the kids of the camp began to chant 'fight!' causing Indigo to let out an irritated huff at the childishness of all of this.

Indigo then pushed Bellamy's hand away from being in front of her— making him quickly shoot a glare at her before looking back at the fight— amused.

She didn't understand why she was always out into these situations she was helpless in— she hated it. Indigo wasn't the best at standing up for herself, or
fighting— so what was she supposed to do? She felt useless.

Murphy then tacked Wells to the ground and began to punch him, but Wells quickly flipped him on his back and began to slug Murphy right in the face— punching him a few times in the jaw. Once Murphy seemed to give up, Wells got up and turned around starting to walk back towards Bellamy.

"Don't you see that you can control this?" Wells asked Bellamy, pointing at Murphy who slowly began to get up from her Earth's soil— knife in hand.

Indigo's eyes widened at the fact that Murphy was planning on killing Wells— who hadn't done anything, except what was right.

"You're dead," Murphy said lowly, as he slowly began to walk towards Wells— with horrible intentions. Bellamy then stepped forward, placing a hand on Murphy's chest.

Indigo felt a tinge of hope when he left her side to stop the fight. If he would stop this her whole perspective about him would shift.

"Wait," Bellamy commanded, dropping his hand from Murphy's chest. Bellamy then took something out of his pocket lifting it— reviling a knife made from the drop ship's metal, "Fair fight." he tossed the Knife at Wells's feet.

Indigo's hopeful expression then faltered at his
words—Bellamy stepped away back to his original spot next to Indigo. Indigo tried to step forward, to stop the fight, but Bellamy blocked her path shaking his head 'no' at her— almost as a warning, before putting his attention back at Wells and Murphy.

"W-" Indigo went to snap at Bellamy by saw Wells slowly pick the knife from the ground, and Murphy began to slowly walk towards Wells.

Murphy then tried to slash at Wells's stomach— making Wells jump back, dodging the knife that tried to slice him. Murphy then tried to lunge at him again— but once again Wells dodged it.

Murphy then lunged at Wells— and Wells lunged back, causing Murphy to slice his arm— making Indigo let out a quiet gasp at the sight— unsure of what to do, her mind spinning, like the— her Earth, at the sight.

"This is for my father!" Murphy lunged at Wells, but Wells pulled his head down and flipped Murphy so that Wells was holding his knife at Murphy's throat.

"Wells!" Indigo shouted— but another voice called his name in unison— making everyone's attention flicker over to the voice.

The blonde and spacewalker walked closer to Wells and Murphy— but Indigo didn't see Octavia, making her heartbeat quicken— scared for the young girl's state.

"Let him go!" The blonde shouted at Wells, causing Wells to push Murphy to the ground. Murphy then went to lunge at Wells again, but Bellamy quickly rushed in front of him and held him back.

"Whoa. Hey!" Bellamy then held the violent boy by the shoulders, "Enough, Murphy." Bellamy scolded the bloody Murphy— but then glanced over to see Octavia begging held up by 'Mr. Green', "Octavia. Are you alright?" He called to his sister— rushing over to help her stand.

Indigo then rushed towards Wells— and frowned at him when she saw the cut on his jacket, a small amount of crimson screaming at her as it tinted the cut of the jacket. Indigo then glanced over and saw Bellamy holding his sister up— Octavia muttering a 'yeah' at him.

"Are you alright?" Indigo asked softly— Wells gave her a surprised look, and he gave her a small nod. Indigo then nodded back at him, before turning to see Octavia.

"Where's the food?" Bellamy asked the blonde who stood in front of him— nothing present in her hands. The spacewalker then sat down on a log, panting from running.

"We didn't make it to Mount Weather." the spacewalker spoke— his tone worn out and disappointed at his own words.

"What the hell happened out there?" Bellamy shouted at the group— making Indigo furrow her eyebrows as she counted the four, thinking about how she assumed there were five of them.

"We were attacked." the blonde said, scared of her own words— making Wells look at her with concern, and Indigo continued to count the group of four over and over— thinking she had just been counting the people wrong.

"Attacked? By what?" Wells asked the blonde, concern lacing his words, making the blonde slowly turn to him, fear rubbing all over her face.

"Not what. Who." spacewalker spoke up again looking around at the group, "It turns out, when the last man from the ground died on the Ark, he wasn't the last grounder."

"It's true." the blonde added her tone horrified of what had happened, "Everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong. There are people here, survivors. The good news is, that means we can survive. Radiation won't kill us," she announced to everyone who stood around.

"Yeah, the bad news is the grounders will." the spacewalker said lowly— whilst Indigo continued to count the group before realizing who was missing from them.

"Where's the kid with a goggles?" Indigo asked, before the blonde turned to her— acknowledging her presence, and gave her a concerned look.

"Jasper was hit." she spoke, "They took him." the blonde's eyes averted to her feet, as she was upset by her words— 'Jasper' was now obviously at risk— maybe Earth didn't love Indigo as much as she thought.

A short silence fell upon the delinquents as the blonde's eyes then looked down at Wells's wrist that was bare— not metal stabbing at it, and she quickly grabbed his arm.

"Where is your wristband?" she asked, to which Wells quickly pulled his arm out of her grasp— as he angrily turned to Bellamy.

"Ask him," Wells said in a low— angry tone, as everyone's attention fell on Bellamy. The blonde, clearly infuriated at the man, stepped forward.

"How many?" she asked sternly, but Bellamy didn't answer her question. Murphy then quickly budded into the conversation.

"Twenty-four and counting," Murphy said slowly, his head raising and a smile beginning to form on his
lips— as if he were proud of it, which he probably was.

The blond stared at Murphy for a moment, her mouth slightly open unsure of what to say, "You idiots." she whispered, "Life support on the Ark is failing. That's why they brought us down here. They need to know the ground is survivable again, and we need their help against whoever is out there." she annoyed to the large group of juveniles, "If you take off your wristbands, you're not just killing them! You're killing us!" she yelled at the large group of kids and teens.

Bellamy then stared at her— stepping back, "We're stronger than you think." he informed the blonde, "Don't listen to her. She's one of the privileged. If they come down she'll have it good." Bellamy walked towards the crowd— twisting the story around, "How many of you can say the same?" Bellamy asked— and everyone stayed silent.

Indigo stepped back— tucking her hair behind her ears from the frustration. Bellamy then spoke again— giving Indigo a headache from his speeches.

"We can take care of ourselves. That wristband on your arm? It makes you a prisoner." Bellamy pointed at them before dropping his hand to his side once again, "We are not prisoners anymore!" he shouted.

Indigo then furrowed her eyebrows at his words. He was never a prisoner— he snuck onto the dropship. Bellamy was a mistake and he wasn't supposed to be there.

"They say they'll forgive your crimes. I say you're not criminals!" Bellamy announced loudly, "You're fighters, survivors!" he gained some cheers, "The grounders should be worth about us!" the teens began to cheer loudly at Bellamy's words.

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Indigo was sat next to Wells on the dropship's fallen door— keeping a good distance from Octavia who was being doctored by Bellamy— who probably didn't know shit about any kind of medical-related-capability.

Indigo was using a rag that she ripped off the dropship's cloth that hung over where the door used to be. She soaked the rag in water and was cleaning Wells's wound on his arm— the cut was quite deep, which concerned Indigo more than it should've.

Indigo didn't want to get attached because— well, she assumed she was going to be one of the first dead. She had no experience with anything, couldn't fight, barely could stick up for herself— you get the gist.

She just wanted some sort of friend— and she was holding onto Wells a bit too tight. She knew the stars would snicker at her actions— knowing she was just going to let down somehow again.

The rag Indigo had in her hand was soaked in Wells's blood— the crimson calling out to Indigo again, begging her to think about the night of the masquerade party. Indigo tried to brush off the thought— tucking a piece of an annoying overgrown bang behind her ear.

Indigo tried to cut her hair with broken glass in her cell on her tear anniversary of being arrested— but the bangs she attempted to cut, looked choppy— so she decided to let them grow out in frustration, causing them to grow out— into somewhat of curtain bangs.

Indigo thought that when she brushed off the thought of her father's blood on her hands, thinking it wasn't present on her face— but evidently was.

"Are you okay?" Wells asked the concentrated girl, who glanced up at him the moment she heard his voice. Indigo nodded and gave him a confused look at why he was asking her.

"I'm fine." She said flatly, "I should be asking you if you're okay." Indigo gave him a half-smile, before dropping her eyes back to his cut, and continued to wipe any of the dark crimson liquid that ran down his arm.

"It's not that big of a deal, Indigo. It doesn't hurt." Wells lied to the dark-haired brunette who just gave him a 'really?' look. Wells then quickly averted his eyes once he felt he was staring at her for too long.

Indigo then placed the rag down and picked up another one that she ripped off too. This one wasn't damp though, it was meant for a bandage. Indigo then wrapped the cloth around his arm— covering the slice on his upper arm. Indigo then tied the cloth as tight as she could— thinking of Pike's class whilst she was doing it.

"Thank you," Wells said, looking down in his lap— almost refusing to look at the girl. Indigo then tilted her head at the fact he wasn't looking at her but quickly brushed it off.

"Of course." Indigo nodded, before glancing in Octavia's direction. Indigo wasn't sure if Bellamy just had a sixth sense, or something like that, because the moment she glanced over— Bellamy quickly glanced up, locking eyes with Indigo.

Bellamy glared at her, almost as a warning not to step near him or Octavia. Indigo returned the glare before looking away— not wanting to be bothered by him. The fact that she couldn't talk to Octavia did loom over her, making her almost frown every time she thought about it.

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