Who we were • The 100 Backstory Book

•Lewis Marcel Clint•

-CLASSIFIED-

PRISONER:
#66

NAME:
Lewis Marcel Clint

AGE:
18

PHYSICAL APPEARENCE:
-6' 2"
-Brown hair
-Brown eyes
-Caucasian

OBSERVED PERSONALITY:
-Rowdy
-Cocky
-Dangerous
-Dishonorable

FAMILY:
-Father (Alive)
-Mother (Unkown)
-Siblings (None)

NOTES:

Cares for the younger prisoners

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Lewis looks out into the vast emptiness of space until there, on the horizont the beautiful planet earth appeared.
10 minuets. That's all he had.
His hand worked quickly over the white paper beneath him.

He should be at school but alas there he was, drawing.
Lewis didn't care about school.
Girls salivating after him.
Guys trying to show off.
Annoying.

5 minutes left.
The drawing was turning into a beautiful scenery.
From that perspective, everything felt so simple.
His mother used to always tell him that he would become a great artist one day.
But he always argued that he didn't know who to actually draw.
But his mother always responded that he would find something soon.
Then his mother was floated and it all changed.

And Lewis was still waiting for that perfect person to draw...

From the outside it might have seemed that Lewis didn't care about anything...but he did.
He cared about the kids, the future of the Ark.
Of going back to earth.
If only there was a way.

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Footsteps were heard from the far end of the hallway.
Lewis was walking, head lowered, along the metal walls until he peeked up.

There in the distance was a scream.
A little girls scream.
It seemed so familiar.

Lewis started running.
The girl seemed in pain. She seemed to be hurt.

When he suddenly turned the corner into the eating hall, he saw a guard standing over a little girl.
A little girl that he knew too well.
A little girl that he cared about.

Immediatley Lewis tackled the guard and sent his fist flying into the assaulters face.
"Get your damn hands off her!" He grolwed.

Lewis was hit in the face by the guard, who tried to grab for his weapon.
But the teenager was too fast.
The boy brought his knee into the mans arm and a horrible crack was heard.
The guard screamed in pain.

Then Lewis did something that would hange his life forever.
He grabbed a knife from a table,
Raised it over the guard,
And then drove it onto the mans heart.

Blood sprayed everywhere and Lewis couldn't even register the shouting, his shouting, before he was dragged off to prison.

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Of course Lewis wasn't floated.
But he was put under maximum security, only being allowed out one hour a day.

But he would always spend that hour with the younger children at Prison.
Telling them it would be okay.

Especially with the little girl he had saved.
He enjoyed her company and he would always call her a little name;
Princess.

Then, one fateful day, the girl wasn't there.
No matter how long Lewis waited.

She never showed up...
And then Lewis found out why.

She had been floated.
A thirteen year old had been floated.

From that moment on Lewis hated the Ark.
He spent his days plotting revenge in his cells.

But it would all be for nothing.
Because a couple days after he would also be floated.
But not into open space.
He would be floated down to Earth.
The place he had drawn as a child.

And the place where he finally, found the perfect person to draw...