Survivors

Chapter 17- Training

Clarke Griffen:

Cold wind gently blows past my cheeks, blowing my hair behind my head. The bright sun rays dance on the top layers of snow, reflecting off of other peoples joyous faces. None of us have every experienced snow and now is the first time that we get to play in the soft, white powder. I take my first cautious steps and listen to the sweet crunch of the ice break open, reveling snow as soft as cotton. A wide smile spreads across my face and my eyes widen. This is the best thing that has ever happened to me. All of the blood and tears that were shed from the loss of others in war, have turned us into mature teenagers that we were not ready to become. But this day has broken our walls that have clouded what is was like to be a child again.

A hard object hits my side as the breath is knocked out of me. I turn around in alarm. A giggling Charlotte holds another snowball in her hand, prepared to hit me again, but another hits her leg before she can attack. Bellamy comes up from behind her and picks her up by surprise. A sweet scream of a child escapes her mouth as she tries to wiggle her way out of his grasp. It makes me think of how he used to have a little sister, so sensitive and now all he has left is a bunch of teenagers to take care of. He has no one to be there for him. I'm determined to be everything that Octavia was and more. I can relate with Octavia because of Ali. She has been there to comfort me from all of the slaughter, just like a big sister should do.

"Agh!" Bellamy yells. It snaps me into attention. Charlotte has wrestled him to the ground forcing his helpless body into the snow. I rush over and help Bellamy up. "Thank you princess." he says. White snowflakes dust his dark hair. I brush some away without thinking and a small grin is planted on his face. I quickly draw my hand away.

"I need to go check on...um...some people in the drop-ship...so..." I say as I turn around rolling my eyes. What an idiot! I don't even know if their are any people in the drop-ship!

"Wait Clarke," I turn back around, my eyes focused on his. If he had anything to say, he better say it fast before I pass out of embarrassment. "I've been thinking."

"Well, that's dangerous." He snickers.

"I'm serious though, I think that our "team" needs some training."

"What kind of training?"

"Combat, medical, stuff like that." He makes a point. We were not prepared for a war like what we experienced. We lost too many because of it. "Just thought I would tell you because we are both leaders." I nod my head. "Now go on and check on those invisible people in the drop-ship. I can feel my cheeks turn red as a laugh and walk there anyways.

Bellamy Blake:

"When you aim the gun, keep both eyes open. You will shoot with accuracy twice as good as you would with only one eye." I hold the gun up on my shoulder demonstrating to the crowd. They do the same. I go around, adjusting the ones who need adjusting and uplifting those who don't need improvement. It hurts to help the young ones, around 12 years old, knowing that this is something that they shouldn't have to do at this age. When I come to Charlotte though, my face contorts and I almost cry. I glance at Clarke, who is tending Ali's old wounds. Clarke says that Ali will be able to walk again, but she will have to be trained medically first just in case.

"Is this how you do it dad? I mean...um...I'm so sorry, Bellamy." Charlottes overs her mouth. I feel as if a boulder had dropped on top of me. Not only am I being looked upon as a leader, but I'm being looked upon as a dad to some.

"It's okay." I grin and rub her head. "And yes, that's perfect."