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T H R E E | SMILE, THE WORST IS YET TO COME.

Despite his cool demeanour he was trying not to lose his temper.

His little girl was on the ground and there was nothing he could do. Kane felt a lot of emotions all at once and struggled to keep them at bay. The biggest one was guilt, it turned in his stomach like an illness. He never told his daughter how much she really meant to him. He was never there when she was growing up. He was always too hard on her, and it was only when he saw her image on the multiple screens with the Hundred, he realized that.

Her picture stared at him blankly. She looked exactly like her mother, fair skinned with a faint dusting of freckles on her nose, cheeks that always seemed to be blushing, pastel green eyes and dark blonde hair always worn in an semi-elegant braid that came half way down her ribs.

He was always protecting her, even when she didn't know it, even if she didn't think it. There was a reason he didn't tell her why her mother was floated, it was to keep her image of her mom untainted. Kane had no intentions of destroying that, even if it did mean Carter hated him for it.

He had just heard from Abby about the two boys that died on impact and the red around their vitals meant they were either hurt or excited. He didn't know whether to feel relieved or edgy when Carter didn't have the red around her.

"Kane," Abby hollered. He looked over to her and she pulled him to the side, away from unwanted ears. "How is Carter there? I only saw her a few hours before the ship was launched."

"I don't know," Kane replied gravely. " But the best thing I can do for her is find out."

"Ow! Dammit!" Carter hissed jumping back from the naked wire that electrocuted her. Her body still ached from her friendly encounter with Shumway. It didn't need another shock. With balled fists, she glared at the open wires with a new found hatred.

She couldn't sort them without the right equipment, especially since she had no idea where the missing panels got to-- although she figured some of them would have disintegrated due to the heat of their rough landing.

She wasn't ready to give up just yet. She needed to find a way to get in touch with her dad-- she had to warn him about Shumway. Carter stood to her feet and looked down at the Hundred. Some were still goofing around but others had already began to set up sleeping arrangements. She began a slow, tired descent down the ladder and walked towards the one person she wouldn't mind talking to.

Wells Jaha.

Guilt formed in the back of her throat again and she swallowed it. She shouldn't be feeling guilty, she wasn't the one that killed Chancellor Jaha and just because she knew didn't mean so was responsible. But if I ran faster I could have prevented it, she shook the thought from her head and focused on anything but the assassination of Wells' dad.

"Hey," Carter greeted, shoving her hands in the back pockets of her dark skinny jeans. Wells looked up and gave her a small smile. "You okay?"

"Yeah," He sighed, looking towards the ground. Carter wasn't convinced. "I'm just a little tired, I went to go find some water."

"Did you find any?"

"No." Wells shook his head softly. "Any luck with the roof?"

Carter bit back the urge to scoff. She sat down next to him, staring aimlessly at the green ferns in front of her. "Nada. I just keep getting shocked, there's not much I can do without the tools."

"I don't know what we're going to do," Wells sighed helplessly. He hung his head and Carter could almost feel the vulnerability seeping off him.

"Easy," Carter chirped, pulling a smile with the naïve hope it would pick up his spirits. "We survive." Wells turned to look at her. He could tell her smile was forced, but it gave him a small spark of hope anyway. Considering both their fathers were major parts of the council, they hardly ever exchanged words on the Ark. Carter wasn't interested in hanging around with the other kids like her, she preferred to spend her time with friends from different sections. Like Finn. She had nothing against Wells and the others. She felt that if she hung around with people like her, including Wells, it was just a reminder of her father and how easy life was for them compared to those who had to really work to get what they wanted.

Carter raised an eyebrow at the boy next to her and he sheepishly looked away, realizing he had been looking at her too long. He stood up and gathered a bunch of sticks that were by his feet, ready to take them to the side of the Drop ship.

"Want any help?" Carter offered. Wells nodded his head gratefully and Cater took some of the sticks away from the Chancellor's son. They walked contentedly to the side of the Drop ship when someone spoke up.

"Find any water yet?"

They both looked up to see Murphy staring at Wells expectantly. Wells straightened. "No not yet," Carter watched as Murphy looked at Wells with an emotionless expression. "We're going back out if you want to come."

Wells' eyes found something carved into the wall of the Drop ship and his face fell slightly. Carter followed his eyes and frowned.

First son, first to dye.

Carter didn't know if 'dye' was spelled like that as a mistake or on purpose. Either way, it looked stupid. Murphy started to laugh at Wells' reaction then his face turned into a dark sneer. "You know, my father," Murphy's eyes darkened. "He begged for mercy in that chamber when your father floated him."

Wells took a step forward, and before he could say anything, Carter was already talking. "Oh boohoo," She rolled her eyes, taking a few steps towards him. "You're not the only one whose lost someone because of the Ark's screwed up laws. And you certainly won't be the last."

Murphy's eyes snapped to Carter and she could see his jaw tighten. "Oh yeah? And who are you?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Who I am is no concern of yours, jackass."

Murphy's eyes widened a fraction and he forced a laugh, turning to the guy who stood next to him then back at Carter, a snarl contorted his face. "It's okay, I know who you are. You're Kane's daughter. Yeah, I heard that your daddy floated your mommy for a reason no one knows of... but hey, no big deal. Everyone's lost someone to the Ark's screwed up laws,"

"Oh I'm gonna kill your sorry ass!" Carter spat with fury, lunging towards Murphy. Before she could fully tackle him to the ground, Wells pulled her back and restrained her by her shoulders.

"Stop! He's not worth it." He said in a calm, even tone.

"The hell he's not!" Carter peeled her death glare off Murphy and looked at Wells. She harshly shook him off and looked back at Murphy, her breathing was heavy.

"You better sleep with one eye open, bitch." She warned. Murphy frowned at her, not understanding what she said to him but he could tell it was a threat by the lowness of her voice.

Wells looked back at the carving on the Drop ship and then began to walk past Murphy, adding, "You spelled die wrong, geniuses."

Carter stayed put, not trusting herself to move. She had only one soft spot and that was her mother. Her hands were balled into fists by her sides and her lips were in a tight line. Just as Wells disappeared, Bellamy walked up to Murphy, catching sight of his graffiti.

Oh just great, Carter growled inwardly. The last thing she needed to see was the person that got her stuck on Earth to begin with.

"If you're gonna kill someone, it's probably best not to announce it." Bellamy mused, looking at Murphy briefly before his eyes landed on Carter. She was staring at the ground and he could see just how tense she was.

She looked up at met his stare for a fraction of a second before letting out a shaky breath and walked past them. She thought no one could see the thin layer of unshed tears in her eyes (both from anger and memories of her mother,) but Bellamy saw them and it only left him confused.

First, this girl sasses him about opening the Drop ship door, then she sends him a death glare that could stick him six feet under and then the next time he sees her, she's on the edge to crying. This girl had major mood swings, Bellamy noted, turning his attention back to Murphy.

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Carter spent the rest of the day searching the thick forestry in hope to find some of the missing panels that may be usable, but it turned out to be a waste of energy and timr. She wanted to stay close to camp until she was familiar with the woodland and terrain, but at that moment every tree, shrub and plant looked the same. Her trip wasn't a total waste of time, though. At least she found water.

A waterfall, to be more specific.

It was between a cliff of some sort, the water flowed freely from to top all the way down to the smooth rocks below and into a small, crystal clear lake. It was breath-taking. A small pool of plants surrounded the water, each leaf glowed a bright luminous green giving the waterfall a majestic feeling. The trees shielded the mossy ground but still let small spotlights of sun in. But what topped it all off, was it was well hidden and close to camp.

Carter found her go-to area when she needed a quick escape from camp.

She spent most the sunlight there, just sat down on the edge and letting her bare feet kick slowly in the water. It was so tranquil she didn't want to leave, but when it started getting darker she figured it was best to get back before she was practically blind.

Reluctantly, she slipped on her socks and combat boots, re-braiding her dark blonde hair loosely to the side. With a dissatisfied sigh, she began her trek back to the camp.

By the time she got back there, she was surprised by the Hundred cheering and laughing around a fire along with the subtle sound of drums in the background. Why would they be excited about fire?

She saw Wells emerging from the woods and caught up with him, a prominent frown on her face. "What are they doing?"

"I don't know," Wells shrugged. They both weaved through the crowd and up to blazing flames to see Murphy and his friend breaking the wristband off some girl's wrist with a stick.

The only thing connecting them to the Ark.

They pried it off her wrist roughly and the crowd cheered as they tossed the broken wristband into the flames. Bellamy looked out to the Hundred with a smirk. "Who's next?"

"What the hell are you doing?" Carter demanded, her voice was laced with confusion and anger, Wells stayed just behind her as they waited for a reply.

Bellamy turned to see Carter with a hand on her hip and Wells in her shadow with a steady look in his eyes. "We're liberating ourselves," He replied matter-of-factly. "What does it look like?"

"It looks like you're trying to get us all killed," Wells spoke with a sharpness in his tone. "The communication systems are dead. These wristbands are all we've got, take them off and the Ark will think we're dying."

"That's the point," Bellamy retorted, "Chancellor." The kids surrounding them 'ooh'ed and snickered at the comment. "We can take care of ourselves. Can't we?" His voice boomed towards the juveniles, who in turn cheered loudly. Carter couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Jeez, how stupid are you?" Carter scoffed, shaking her head with a humourless smile stretched across her lips. "I'm sorry, but survival should be your first priority right now, not proving a point to the assholes that locked you up... and if you think you can survive without the resources up there, then you are a lot more screwed up than I thought." Her eyes never left Bellamy and that's exactly who her words were directed at.

"And besides if it really is safe how could you not want the rest of our people to come down?" Wells agreed.

"My people are already down," Bellamy stated. He kept his stare on Carter as he pointed upwards, towards the Ark. "Those people locked my people up." Suddenly, his expression darkened as he walked up to the two of them, he shifted his eyes to Wells. "Those people killed my mother for having a second child. Your father did that."

Carter bit the inside of her cheek to stop any emotion crossing her face. She refused to feel sympathy towards Bellamy Blake. Towards a killer. Wells matched Bellamy's look. "My father didn't write the laws."

"No, he enforced them." Bellamy spoke lowly. "But not anymore. Not here. Here, there are no rules. Here, we do whatever the hell we want, whenever the hell want." The posse roared into an agreement. "You don't have to like it, you two. You can even try to stop it, change it, kill me," The ghost of a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips and Carter narrowed her eyes, she had no objections to killing him. "You know why? Whatever the hell we want."

"Whatever the hell we want!" Murphy echoed with aggression. Soon, everyone began parrot the phrase, aside from Carter and Wells. Bellamy did nothing but look between them smugly.

Suddenly, the heavens opened up, letting the rain pour down onto the Hundred. Carter looked up, forgetting the tension as she allowed the rain to hit her face for the first time in all eighteen years of her existence. The cool droplets ran down her warm cheeks, the feeling welcomed. She looked back down with a free smile on her face, but it faltered when she saw Wells and Bellamy having another stare-off.

"We need to collect this." Wells advised over the down pour.

Bellamy smirked. "Whatever the hell you want."

Wells clenched his jaw but said nothing and turned to walk away, his eyes landed on Carter, beckoning her to follow but Carter stayed planted where she was. She hated Bellamy's attitude, like he was in charge. She began to grind her teeth. She wasn't allowed to talk to anyone about what she heard, but considering it involved Bellamy, surely she could enlighten the new leader on what she knew. Hopefully, he might even see some sense from it, though Carter knew it was wishful thinking. "Bellamy," her voice was void of emotion. He looked down from the rain to her and cocked an eyebrow. "We need to talk," she looked around at the people around them, all dancing and playing in the rain. "Alone."

She never waited for a reply, she just turned on her heel and began to push her way to the Drop ship. Once she was sheltered from the rain, she looked over her shoulder to see he was a few steps behind, a cautious look on his face. Carter turned back around and looked to see if there was anyone lurking in the Drop ship. She saw no one but didn't want to take the chance so instead she climbed up to the next level of the Drop ship.

When he made it up the ladder, he saw her leaning against the the far wall. "Uh, is there a reason you called me up here?"

"Close the hatch." She ordered, purposely ignoring his question.

He frowned but did as she asked. He still had the gun, he could always use that if she tried something. Her face was completely unreadable and it unnerved him. There was a pregnant pause between the two before she pushed herself off the wall and took a step closer with narrowed eyes.

"Can I help you?" He finally broke the silence.

She scoffed. "You've done enough."

"What?"

"Did I stutter?" She raised an eyebrow. "I know, Bellamy, it's why I'm here. It's why I'm on the god damn ground."

"Okay, you've lost me." He frowned.

"Shall I spell it out? I know what you did, Bellamy, I know you shot Chancellor Jaha."