Lion heart

Chapter one: Exodus

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CLARKE'S POV:
My knees slam into the ground as I see the exodus ship fall to earth, the minute I saw them reach the atmosphere I knew something was wrong. No parachutes, no way to slow down, only impact.

I hear Bellamy say my name behind me but all I can do is think of the way I spoke to and about my mother.

     The way she said my name when I yelled at her, the way she believed that I hated her until she died.

She didn't deserve this as much as none of us deserve to be down here. Bellamy kneels next to me awkwardly his eyes to the sky.

"Clarke," he says, his voice rough. "I'm sorry"

At this I start and look at him, my eyes wet with tears but my pride keeps them from falling.
"How is this your fault" my voice sounds more hostile that I had hoped, completely undermining what words I said, and meant.

"If I hadn't taken the radio in the first place... " he trails off and my voice rises

"What the hell do you mean?" I ask "None of this is your fault he" looks at me with a familiar arrogance

"Doesn't sound like you think it's not my fault now does it, Princess?"

I grunt a tear  falling  to the ground. "Not everything is about you Bellamy"

He stands up then dusting his knees off "You know what, you always get mad because I'm "ruthless and hostile" and yet here I am trying to help and what do you do? Just brush me off "

"Bellamy I do not need the help of someone who doesn't give a shit either way"

He smirks then, that cocky, self-centered, egotistical smirk that I've noticed is always branded on his face.

"Don't care? I don't care? All right Princess, that's just it, the world is always against you. Hell, think whatever you want" he walks away shaking out his hair, he murmurs something under his breath that I can't quiet catch.

I pick up the rock nearest to me and throw it as far as I can, it bounces off a tree and Bellamy looks back, pain flashes in his eyes but then I see that familiar nonchalant demeanor in his walk tells me the pain is either faked or his walk still hurts from his fight a few days ago.

He turns away again and saunters off, his hands in his pockets, his hair sticking every which way and I just sit there. I start throwing whatever I can in every direction as the tears fall. I can't stop them now, I don't want to. I don't care anymore, Bellamy's not around and none of the hundred can see one of their leaders cry. No one can. 

My mother is gone, Wells is gone, Fin screwed me over and the only leaders we have are a 17 year old female adolescent and a 23 guy who nearly killed the chancellor. Neither of us even know how to take care of ourselves so how can we lead when breathing near each other without getting an argument is near impossible.

Unless you count the day trip, but I'm almost positive his kindness was brought on by the idea of being armed. 

The grounders are more than likely gearing up for war. Other than that moment underneath the tree, this type of leadership is hopeless.

I get up before I even know what I'm doing, I brush of my knees and wipe my tears.

I'm not a coward, I'm not a failure, I will lead these people and Bellamy needs to know I have a say and he's not the only one in charge.