Subversion ❧ The 100

[2] Identifying Threats

My feet hang below me, my back resting against the trunk of the tree. I watch from the low hanging branch as the teens run around like a bunch of chickens without their heads. Well now we know why they ended up in the sky box- their all a bunch of idiots with no life skills.

I grind my teeth in frustration when I realize that I ended up in the sky box. But that wasn't my fault; that was his fault. Twirling a sharpened piece of the drop ship between my fingers I watch as the guard approaches Bug eyes and his accomplice. My eyes travel past them to the writing on the drop ship.

I roll my eyes at his misspelling. Returning my attention back to my makeshift knife, I carve a small tally mark into the branch that is supporting my weight. One day on earth and everyone here is already annoying the shit out of me. The only people I could actually tolerate are out on some heroic adventure that is doomed to fail.

Again, they are all idiots. What were they thinking going out into a radiation soaked forest with only a small group? I bet they didn't even bring anything to defend themselves with. I'm shaken out of my thoughts when the guard and bug eye's group approaches the base of my tree.

Red flags immediately raise in my mind when I see the guard pointing around the tree, the boys surrounding the base. The guard stops by the base, resting his hands on his hips as he looks up at me.

"Who are you?"

"Who's asking?"

"I am."

"And you would be?"

"I'm Bellamy, this here is Murphy. See we answered- soooo?"

"So what?"

"So what- we were asking around camp about you- in fact- I've seen almost everyone who's here on the ground before on the ark. Except for you. Nobody knows who you are." Murphy aka Bug eyes shouts up to me.

"Slow your roll bug eyes."

"Bug Eyes?"

"Yeah- your eyes- their like bugs- you know from the books on the ark?"

"I know what a bug is!"

I hold my hands up in feign surrender, a small smirk playing on my lips. My plan is working, not like I didn't expect it to not work. Rule number one, get off topic by insulting the investigator. Murphy turns towards Bellamy pouting, "You reason with the psycho."

"Excuse you, I have a name."

"Which is!?" Murphy shouts up, jumping on his toes slightly in the process.

"Not psycho."

"Hey- we don't mean you any harm we just want to know who you are." Bellamy chimes in, his hands held up in a non-aggressive manner.

"You? Cause harm to me? I had no such notion." I gasp, placing a hand on my chest. "However did I deny you my name?" My eyebrows droop, my fake smile turning into a scowl, "Oh wait, I don't care what you want."

"Common' Bellamy, she's not worth it." Murphy tugs on Bellamy's arm. As the two walk away, their posse falling in line behind them, Bellamy's eyes linger on me before he turns to a growing wood pile in the center of camp.

Crossing my arms over my chest I lean back onto the trunk of the tree. My emerald green eyes watch the slow moving sun as it begins to disappear behind the tree. I would have told them my name, it's not like it's a secret or anything. This isn't the ark. If they would have approached me in a different manner I would have gladly told them my name. However I don't like Bellamy and Bug Eyes. I have a bad feeling about them and usually when I have a bad feeling I'm right.