Drills and Punishment

Though hard, Bellamy had agreed to accept by assistance from my expertise on survival...well, Stellas' expertise, I know jack shit.

But seriously, I do know a thing or two, so even without Stella, I think I'll steer the wheel just fine. I planned to start working the very next morning, building walls, basic training for these idiots and heading to the old military bunker early for weapons.

Clarke took her wristband off to help Monty connect to the Ark, but I know it's just an excuse to punish her mother for turning her father in, essentially killing him. She could've just asked for my help, I could connect to the ark anytime I want just from my suit.

I had Bellamy gather everyone Infront of the dropship, when I arrived, they were all just sitting wherever and chatting.

Taking a military pose, I parted my legs and placed my hand behind my back. Stella to my right and B-5 to my left assuming the same pose but with their legs close together.

Seeing us standing there, the crowd gradually grew quiet as they stared at us. Time to put all my military disciplinary research into effect.

"ATTENTION!!!"

They all looked at me with blank faces, so I continued.

"I am Leon Star, your new Instructor. From now on, you will speak only when spoken to, and the first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be "Sir!" Do you maggots understand that?!!!"

Stella's eyes widened at my actions while Octavia, Monty, Clarke and Bellamy who were within the group had their mouths agape. Was this Leon!? When did his personality change so much? I can understand their expressions, when I go into a role, I immerse myself in it with Oscar-level acting (in my opinion), I was good too, at least that's what my Drama teacher said.

The goons within the crowd looked towards Bellamy for confirmation, who nodded in return. Murphy however, spoke out,

"No way in hell I'm following orders! What happened to whatever the hell we want huh!"

At that some of the crowd cheered along. He approached me and spoke to my face, "I'm not following your orders."

I stared at him silently, then tripped him to the ground with a swing of my leg. Agitated and embarrassed, he quickly stood up and ran to punch me, I easily evaded his hook, held his wrist and twisted it behind his back, I then kicked both his legs off the ground, sending him face-first into the dirt.

Some laughed from the crowd as they saw this while some gulped hard. "You little!"

Murphy didn't back down and attacked again, I didn't want to attack him as it'll probably break some of his bones, so when he was close enough, I wrapped my arm around his neck and softly kneed his chest, knocking the air out of his lungs.

He flopped to the ground and gasped for air. Oops, maybe I overdid it. Clarke shouted at me and hurriedly checked his injuries while Octavia gave me a secret thumbs up. Seeing no injuries, they both returned to the crowd, who were now spaced out evenly.

I then shouted coldly, "I'll say it one more time!, ATTENTION!"

Delinquents in unison: "Sir, yes ,sir!"

"Bullshit! I can't hear you. Sound off like you

got a pair!"

Shouting louder "Sir, Yes, SIR!!"

For my next words, I quoted some lines from the perfect movie for this occasion, Full Metal Jacket (1987).

"There is no leaving or going back! if you survive my training ... you will be a weapon, you will be a minister of death, praying for war.But until that day you are pukes! You're the lowest form of life on Earth. You are not even human fucking beings! You are nothing but unorganized grabasstic pieces of amphibian shit!"

Stella was suppressing her laughter while secretly getting turned on from this side of me, Octavia had a very serious expression, as if she took every word to heart, while Clarke, Monty and Jasper continued observing with utter disbelief. I was kind of enjoying this to be honest.

"Because I am hard, you will not like me. But the more you hate me, the more you will learn. I am hard, but I am fair!

There is no racial bigotry here! I do not look down on--". What the hell? I can't say that! Damn, they were savage in the eightys.

"--Anyone. Here you are all equally worthless! You maggots understand that?"

"Sir, Yes, SIRR!!"

"Bullshit! I can't hear you!"

"SIR, YES, SIR!!'

Nice. It was now deadly silent, now a little manipulation tactic to establish my authority. Bullying. I come to a stop infront of Nathan Miller.

"What's your name, scumbag?"

Miller, "Sir, Nathan Miller, sir!"

"Bullshit! From now on

you're Batman! Do you like that name?"

"Sir, yes, sir!"

I'm beginning to enjoy this. "What do you like to eat ?

Suddenly someone shouted,

"Your mom?"

I glared at the crowd, I didn't really care, but I ought to discipline him a little bit.

"Who said that? Who the fuck said that? Who's the slimy little shit twinkle-toed

cocksucker down here, who just

signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh?! The fairy fucking godmother said it! Out-fucking-standing! I will P.T. you all until

you fucking die! I'll P.T. you until your assholes are sucking buttermilk!"

[A/N: P.T is Physical Training]

I then grab a random goon from the crowd. And bring my face inches away from his.

"Was it you, you scroungy little fuck, huh?!"

"Sir, no, sir!"

"You little piece of shit! You look like a fucking worm! I'll bet it was you!"

"Sir, no, sir!" The poor man was on the verge of tears, but anytime now...

"Sir, I said it, sir!" One of Murphy's goons was the one who said it. I step up to him, and speak.

"Well, Well ...No shit. What have we got here, a fucking comedian? Private Joker? admire your honesty. Hell, I like you. You can come over to my house and fuck my sister."

I have no sister. I have no house, but I'll leave intimidation tactics to the experts. But he laughed at my words, he thinks I'm joking huh.

Out of the blue, I deliver him a punch to his stomach, and the goon sags to his knees.

"You little scumbag! I've got your ass! You will not laugh! You will not cry! You will learn by the numbers. I will teach you. Now get up! Get on your feet! You had best unfuck yourself or I will unscrew your head and shit down your neck!"

The goon struggled but eventually made it back on his legs, by now all the kids were shaken up, except Octavia who had stars in her eyes. One was especially nervous. Harper. I walked over to her and said.

"Do I make you nervous?"

"Sir!"

"Sir, what? Were you about to

call me an asshole?!"

"Sir, no, sir!" Her voice quivered and her eyes became teary. Holy shit, is this what bullies feel like? Such a feeling of superiority...PFFT, just kidding, while I do like the feeling, I just think it's funny.

"How tall are you, soldier?"

"Sir, five foot four, sir!"

"Five foot four? I didn't know they stacked shit that high! You trying to squeeze an inch in on me somewhere, huh?"

"Sir, no, sir.*sniff*"

Alright, enough for the poor girl, let's get the last one. I walk over to a tanned individual who was relatively well built and say.

"Do you think you're better than them?" I point to a scrawny bunch.

"Sir, Yes, Sir!"

"Bullshit! It looks to me like the best part of

you ran down the crack of your mama's ass

and ended up as a brown stain on the

mattress! I think you've been cheated!"

Alright, I think, that's good enough, time for training.

"I want a two-file line behind me, on my steps! left, right, left! Left, right, left,

right, left! Left, right!"

And so, we began running around the surrounding forest woods, since I was bored, I made them chant a bit.

"Mama and Papa were laying in bed."

*Crowd Chanting in cadence*

""Mama and Papa were laying in bed.""

"Mama rolled over, this is what she said..."

""Mama rolled over, this is what she said...""

"Ah, gimme some..."

""Ah, gimme some...""

"Ah, gimme some..."

""Ah, gimme some...""

On to the side, Stella could be seen almost crying while laughing hysterically.

We then did physical exercises till sunset, everything from carrying wood, pull-ups, sit-ups, Burpees, squats, push ups, etc. By the end of it, they were a mass of soaked teens who could barely walk. Groans were constant and their muscles were all overworked. But whenever one gave up or slacked off during the middle of my training, I gave them hell, sometimes I'll add extra exercises to all of them when one of them messes up.

The twist is, the first person to report anyone slacking off will be exempt from the extra training. So now, when one slacked off, he was spotted at once. Ah~ I'm sometimes surprised by my own genius. The delinquents now stood in uniform lines in Infront of me, they were shaking and hunched over, but still standing.

Some people were earnestly working though, like Octavia and Bellamy, who never once slacked off. I'm especially proud of Octavia, her whole body was breaking down due to the exercise but she bit her lips and went through with it.

A brought a backpack and emptied its contents onto the ground, all that was inside were metal daggers the size of a firearm. It was too quality of course however it was filled down significantly, so now it couldn't even cut open skin.

"Tonight ... you pukes will sleep with your daggers! You will give your dagger a girl's name! Because this is the only pussy you people are going to get! Your days of finger-banging old Mary Jane Rottencrotch through her pretty pink panties are over! You're married to this piece, this weapon of iron and wood! And you will be faithful!"

After everyone received their daggers, we all stood in silence. Maybe I've been a little hard, after all, this isn't military. And one of my mottos is, work hard, play hard. So I had a heart-to-heart.

"Today! You pieces of shit made me proud! In return, you're all having treats! First, take one of the pills inside the red box, it'll remove any remaining muscle fatigue by next morning. Head inside the dropship, there, you'll find delicious food, fresh beef, and lots of Beer!!"

The crowd then cheered loudly and headed inside the dropship in droves with happy smiles, completely forgetting their earlier exhaustion. I gave them one more word before I parted towards my tent.

"Good night ladies!"

""Good night Sir!""

As soon as I entered my tent, I laughed my ass off, rolling on the ground. That was definitely an interesting experience.

"Seems like you had fun." Stella commented.

"I did. Although I worked hard, I still have a little extra energy."

"I thought you were hot with that cold, foul persona of yours." Stella seductively smiled and dropped her suit to the ground, revealing her alluring body.

We then engaged in nightly activities, moans filling our tent till midnight.

The next morning.

Wells was dead. His body was discovered today.

Clarke cried for a bit, even when me and Stella comforted her, she was still sad but she hid it well. The question on everyones' minds is, who killed Wells? The answer was Charlotte. I planned to stop her but I had no way of knowing when she would do it, they didn't mention a date in the show. I was also busy with Bellamy.

Maybe that's just an excuse I came up with to compensate for my incompetence, but ultimately, what happened.. happened, and there's no changing that. I thought it was weird he didn't show up yesterday but didn't pursue the matter.

It was later that Wells' finger was discovered along with Murphy's knife, and given their history, a conclusion was made without proper investigation. Like why would Murphy leave his knife there, why would he kills Wells knowing he'd be the first suspect, and last of all, he was with a bunch of guys all night yesterday, so he had a good alleby.

Yet Bellamy, who wanted to calm down the crowd and set them at ease, and Clarke, who was blinded with grief and revenge, didn't think of this and confronted Murphy.

Without a chance to defend himself, the crowd instantly rioted and began beating him up. Although I won't let that happen. For better or for worse, Murphy is one of my favorite people from the show, a d*CK in the beginning but later on he's matured.

I won't let him suffer such an injustice again. While I could argue that what happened to him is what ultimately led him to change, I will still intervene.

"What's going on out here?!!" I shouted as I approached Murphy and stood Infront of him. The crowd stood still with shivers down their spine as soon as they heard my voice.

The torture from yesterday was still fresh in their minds. Clarke came up to me and said, "He killed Wells"

Followed by multiple "yeah" and "murderer" from the crowd.

"How did you come to such a conclusion?"

"We found his knife right next to his severed finger, and Murphy was the only one who was against Wells."

I shook my head, "You disappointed me Clarke. I thought you were smarter than this. Anyone could have used Murphys' knife, I noticed it wasn't on him yesterday during training, so he must have lost it like he claimed. Second, Murphy wasn't the only one with a grudge against the Jaha family, you yourself were one until a day ago. So how could you accuse him for that simple reason?"

"Exactly! That's what I was trying to say assholes! Now let me go!"

Said Murphy, the goons holding Murphy down loosening their grip on him.

The crowd was silent, then Clarke said, "Then who killed him, we thought it was the grounders but we already found Murphys' knife, so that's not the case."

I stood tall Infront of the crowd and declared, "The murderer is amongst us here! I'll give you till the count of 10 to come out, confront your own deed. I already know who you are, so staying hidden will only worsen your case."

Clarke exclaimed, "You know?!"

"1" I counted.

"2"

"3" the crowd looked at each other, waiting for the murderer to come out.

"4"

"5" murmurs in the crowd were increasing.

"6" "7" "8" "9" "10"

No one stepped forward. Sigh.

"Charlotte, please step forward."

The crowd all focused on the back where a shaken Charlotte was present. Clarke looked horrified at the revelation.

"N-no! It, it wasn't me!"

Charlotte said as she started to run away, I signaled for the guards to intercept her. A moment later, Charlotte was being dragged by the wrist to the center of the crowd where I was standing. On the way, she was being hollered with insults, spit and multiple items were thrown at her.

I raised my fist, signaling the crowd to stop. Then moved to Charlotte.

"Why did you kill him?"

She started crying out, but said, "I-I had to slay my demons!"

Bellamy looked horror-stricken by the revelation he gave the girl to help her defeat her nightmares would lead to such an outcome.

I then said in a matter-of-factly tone, " because his father killed your parents"

She nodded stiffly, yet as soon as she did, I hollered at her, "LIKE ALMOST EVERYONE HEREE!!!?"

"You don't see them attacking Wells, maybe a little rude, but nothing else otherwise. Why is that? Is it perhaps because they like Jaha? The further thing from it, it's because Wells himself did nothing wrong. The chancellor is to blame, the Ark's rules are to blame, the dire circumstances you were all in were to blame but not him."

Charlotte started crying, and the crowd listened on. I then pulled out my gun and pointed it at her head. Clarke and Bellamy immediately rushed and tried to stand between us.

I say tried because they were stopped by two S models.

"Leon DON'T DO THISSS!" Clarke screamed at me.

Stella then messaged me.

Stella: [Honey, let me do it.]

Leon: [Thanks Stella. But that won't be necessary. I won't really kill her.]

"I'll let you decide. Will you punish her for her crimes, or let her go Scot-free. Who knows in the future she might kill some more people."

Murphy was surprisingly silent, I guess he only wants to punish her. Some people from the crowd voted for her to be killed while the rest stayed silent.

Clarke,"Leon please, she's just a kid!"

Inwardly, I was kind of conflicted. Whether to give her a slap on the wrist, then help her become better, or give her the punishment she deserves. I could also banish her or send her to learn the hard life under the grounders. Her own guilt will consume her though, having killed someone at such an age, if I didn't punish her, she would find a way to punish herself.

Alright, I decided. I will punish her, then try to fix her up. If that doesn't work, I'll send her to the Grounders to train. Since I will visit Lincoln to ask about my meeting with Anya, I will ask then.

"Enough!" Everyone became quiet.

"I have already decided on her punishment. She will not die here today, but she will pay the price of her own actions."

I removed the gun in my hand, then had Stella blindfold Charlotte while B-5 held her in place. Then holding a knife, I cut open her clothes to reveal her back.

"Everyone will land one strike on your back, after we are done, you'll be forgiven for your crimes. Do you accept?"

Charlotte nodded, B-5 surprisingly caressed her hair and held onto her hand.

I brought up two weapons. One was a wooden stick that will leave behind whip-like marks, the other was a shock baton which is configured to output enough charge for her not to be knocked out while still feeling pain.

The 100 then stood in a single line that lead to the entrance of the dropship where Charlotte was held with her back exposed. The weapons were placed on a table right before her.

The first in line then arrived at the table.

"Choose."

He choose the stick, then headed to Charlotte and struck.

*Bang*

Charlotte whimpered but remained standing. There was now a shallow scar on her back. The man then put the weapon on the table and left to watch. I noticed some people like Bellamy and Monty who wanted to leave, so I commented.

"I will compensate for everyone who will leave. So don't think you're doing her a favor if you left."

Afterthat, the punishment continued.

"Choose"

*Bang*

"Choose"

*Bzzzt* (shock baton)

"Choose"

*Bzzzt*

"Choose"

"Choose"

"Choose"

"Choose"

"Choose"

...

....

.....

By the end, Charlotte was on her knees, her blindfold soaked wet and her back lined with cuts, bruises and smeared with blood. I will not heal it for her nor will I give her pain medication, this pain should be a reminder of her deed, and hopefully she learns from this.

"Alright, the punishment has ended. Now, I want everyone to go hug her, and say 'I forgive you'. Her punishment was served, she is now innocent."

This punishment also served to prevent future bullying by Murphy or Jaha. The delinquents would have harassed her constantly too. Now that she was already punished, if Jaha wanted revenge, the 100 themselves will defend her, as she already paid the price, they made sure of it with their own hands. This also provided her closure, this will hopefully lessen the guilt she feels.

I took the lead, went over to her and wrapped her bloody back in a large towe l. Removing her blindfold, her tear-soaked eyes looked into mine as I lowered my mask. I pushed her into my embrace and said softly.

"I forgive you."

Then put my mask back on, and stood to the side. Afterthat, the rest followed, each hugging her, offering her their warmth, apologies and Forgiveness. While Clarke was angry at how I handled this, and because I didn't let her heal Charlotte's wounds, she eventually came around after I had explained the benefits of this in the long run.

With this now over, I made my way to Lincoln's cave, time to finally have my meeting with the grounders