✯ | chapter two

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LEILA AWOKE WITH a splitting headache that made every little noise seem deafening; the consistent shudder and vibration of the engines running through the Exodus ship on which she was stuck wasn't doing anything to make her feel better. A sharp pain in her wrist made her groan in pain once again, head falling back and hitting the headrest of the seat.

Raising her arm slightly from her lap, a glint of something shiny caught her eye. A metal band encircled her wrist, and from the pain she felt she guessed it was one of the Ark's ways of monitoring their vitals.

Great, she thought to herself, rolling her eyes. If it isn't bad enough that we're being sent to the ground, we're the freaking lab rats.

"Leila? Oh God, are you awake?" a frantic female voice asked.

"No," Leila replied sullenly, looking to her right and finally locking eyes with Clarke Griffin. "Clarkey?"

"I'm so glad you're here," Clarke said in a relieved voice. "It's nice to have a friendly face."

"Uh... Wells is right there," Leila pointed out unsurely, gesturing to the boy sitting on Clarke's other side.

Clarke raised her eyebrows with a deadpanned glare in her eyes. "Exactly why I said 'friendly' face."

"Damn Clarke," Leila said with an appreciative laugh. "You've gotten more vicious since the last time I saw you– why are you two here?" Leila asked, looking around at the small space in which dozens of other prisoners were confined.

"Because we got arrested," Clarke replied, as Wells leaned forwards to look at Leila.

Raising her hand in greeting, the corner of Leila's mouth quirked. "'Sup, Wells."

"Hey, Leila," Wells smiled. "Long time no see."

"No shit," Leila scoffed. "I mean, it isn't like I've been in prison for two years. Wait, Wells, why are you here?"

"I got myself arrested when I heard about their plan," Wells replied.

"Ballsy," Leila nodded.

A violent shudder ran through the drop-ship and a few people screamed. Leila, however, remained calm as she smiled at the frightened expressions on people's faces.

"What was that?" Clarke asked breathlessly.

"That was the atmosphere," Wells stated.

"No one likes a smart-ass, Wells," Leila muttered, casting Clarke a small smile.

Every computer on the drop-ship crackled to life as the face of the Chancellor, Thelonious Jaha, appeared on the screen, eyes looking directly into the camera as he addressed the delinquents. "Prisoners of The Ark, hear me now. You've been given a second chance, and as your Chancellor, it is my hope that you see this as not just a chance for you, but a chance for all of us, indeed for mankind itself," Leila rolled her eyes as Jaha continued. "We have no idea what is waiting for you down there. If the odds of survival were better, we would've sent others. Frankly, we're sending you because your crimes have made you expendable."

"Your dad's a dick, Wells!" a male voice shouted over the recording.

"Those crimes will be forgiven, your records wiped clean," Jaha continued. "The drop site has been chosen carefully. Before the last war, Mount Weather was a military base built within a mountain. It was to be stocked with enough non-perishables to sustain three hundred people for up to two years."

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