Chapter 1 : Dropship & Down
I fiddled with the chain around my neck, and waited for the guards to show up.
It was nearly my 18th birthday and up here in the Skybox that only meant one thing : It was nearly time to be floated. Rumour had it, that they sometimes floated you before or after your birthday depending on your crimes.
So to be honest, I had been expecting the guards for a few days now.
I wasn't scared.
I'd had had a year and a half to come to terms with it, I suppose it was my own fault for getting caught anyway. Although I'm not sure there is a way to subtly murder three people, I mean come on, I might be smart, but I'm no space ninja.
Just as I sat down, the door to my cell was pushed open and two guards walked in, "Prisoner 92, stand up and face the wall."
"The word 'please' would have been nicer." I muttered, following their orders, "I mean I am about to die, it's the least you could do."
One of the guards let out a low laugh, "change of plan 92." He said, snapping something onto my wrist and making me flinch slightly.
"Come again?" I asked, as they dragged me out of what had been my home for 523 days.
My eyes widened as I took in the scene before me, a bunch of other teenagers were also being pulled out of their jail cells. "You're going to Earth."
"I'm... What now?" I said, struggling slightly against the guards, "yo, get off me."
Something pricked my neck and my vision blurred.
"You assholes," I mumbled, before the world went black.
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"Hey girl? Girl?" A voice said from somewhere near me, "Hey, wake up!"
"Shut the fuck up dammit." I groaned, opening my eyes to see a guy hovering over me.
"Hi." He said brightly, "I'm Jasper."
"And I'm dying of a killer headache, so I'd appreciate it if you could lower your cheeriness level, kay?" I said, sitting up straighter and taking note of the seat belt strapping me in.
The guy next to me frowned slightly before nodding.
I sighed, "I'm Rae."
He grinned, and looked at the guy on his right, "this is Monty."
"Pleasure." I said, nodding at the Asian kid next to Jasper, "so what's going on?" I asked.
We seemed to be in a sort of ship, there were teenagers everywhere, probably all criminals, like myself.
Jasper opened his mouth to reply but was cut of by an image of the Chancellor appearing on a little screen.
"Prisoners of the Ark, hear me now. You have been given a second chance, and it as you Chancellor that you see this as not just a chance for you but for all of us, indeed mankind itself.
We have no idea what is waiting for you down there, if the odds of survival were higher we would have sent others. Frankly, we're only sending you because you're crimes have made you... Expendable."
I let out an un-ladylike snort as someone on the other side of the ship said "Your dad's a dick Wells!"
I raised an eyebrow at that, Jaha sent his son down? Wow that's low.
I turned back to Jasper, "Earth. We're going to Earth!"
He laughed nervously, "are we sure that's a good thing?"
"Anything to get off that damn Ark." A kid from across us said.
I grinned at him, "damn right."
He was pretty cute, not gonna lie. Long-ish hair, a slightly big nose, but a very cute smile.
"I'm Murphy." He said, "I'd shake your hand but you're over a foot away."
"Rae." I replied, nodding at him."
"What are you down here for?" He asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Stuff." I answered bluntly, moving my attention from him to a guy who was removing his seat belt.
Well this wasn't going to end well.
"Spacewalker strikes again!" Someone cheered, making him laugh.
Spacewalker? My mind quickly connected the dots and I figured that this must be the infamous Finn Collins. Seemingly dumber than I thought, as soon as the parachutes open, he is fucked.
I watched him do a couple of back flips in front of a blonde who looked unimpressed, "you'll get yourself killed."
I leaned back in my seat and grinned, we hadn't even landed yet and already stuff was kicking off. Two more guys followed Finn's lead and detached their belts. Idiots.
"You douche-bags should listen to Blondie or-" My voice was drowned out by a huge crash as the dropship jolted several times, throwing the guys who were floating around into the ceiling.
My head flew back and slammed into the wall behind causing me to yell out in pain, then, silence.
"Listen... No machine hum." Someone said from my right.
"That's a first." A girl said, letting out a nervous giggle.
Slowly but surely everyone unbuckled their belts and stood up, me included.
I touched the back of my head and winced as I felt a cut. I pulled my hand back and wiped the blood I saw on my black jeans.
"You okay?" Monty asked me, seeing the blood.
"Fine, it just stings." I said, following the others and moving down to the bottom floor.
Being small, I couldn't see past all the heads and bodies so I took it upon myself to shove past them until I was stood at the front.
A tall, dark haired guy in a guards uniform was stood by the doors, and I couldn't help but gape. He was seriously good looking.
Damn, I would hit that.
The blonde from earlier was also stood nearby and said something about the air being toxic so we shouldn't open the doors.
"If the air's toxic, we're dead anyway." I said, moving to lean against the wall.
Mr.SexGodOfTheCentury nodded with a small smirk on his face, without even looking at me, and the blonde looked defeated. She moved back as another girl moved forward.
Well damn. This girl had similar features to the guard guy, and was annoyingly gorgeous. "Bellamy?" She said.
"Octavia?" He replied, edging forward slightly, his face a sexy picture of shock, "look how much you've grown."
Without a word she ran up to him and hugged him.
I raised an eyebrow and watched, slightly confused until a guy asked to hurry it up and Octavia snapped.
"Do you mind? I haven't seen my brother in a year!"
Wait, what? Brother? Well that's an interesting development.
"Nobody has a brother!" Someone shouted.
"That's Octavia Blake! The girl they found under the floor!" Another called out.
Under the floor? What the hell did I miss while locked up in that shithole they call a prison?
Octavia lunged forward but Bellamy held her back. "Leave it, how about we give them something else to remember you by?"
"Like what?" She asked.
"Like being the first person on the ground in 100 years."
Before the filter in between my brain and mouth could react, I corrected him.
"97."
He slowly turned toward me, "what?"
"It's not 100 years." I said, running a hand through my hair, "it's 97." I sent him a grin, and watched as he stared at me for a while.
"Well, O. You can be the first person on the ground in 97 years."
I nodded in approval as Bellamy pulled on the lever that opened the doors. Fresh air hit my face and I took a deep breath, smiling lopsidedly. Octavia slowly moved forward and jumped onto the ground, then she turned back to us.
"We're back bitches!"
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-Lis x