"The Ark is dying!"
"Leave her alone! She's just a child!"
"Please wait!"
"Let them go!"
"Promise me you'll help them! Save them!"
"I promise!"
"Stay safe my child,"
"Papa wait no please!"
Her eyes opened as she looked around the room of her cell.
That dream plagued her mind when she wanted most to forget, though it wasn't a dream but a memory instead.
Looking back at what has happened since then was never a happy time for her.
Except for when she sees her accomplishments: mastering the art of hand to hand combat, weaponry, botany, medicine, nursing, weaving, climbing etc.
She only knew how to do those things because she was trained for them, by the people of the ark itself.
Being left as an orphan in the skybox the guards took her in and showed her everything she would come to know.
In the act of doing so they had to beat her to submission: marking, hurting, burning, drowning, and tattooing her.
There was also one thing that she never liked to think about though it happened more than one would be able to handle.
It rhymes with grape, and that happened with one being in particular.
The one so called "man" that had been the center of her torment for basically half her life.
The acts caused her to learn to be silent... and so she has been for eleven years. A year after she was locked in the skybox was when the torturous behavior began, at 9 years of age.
She was interrupted from her thoughts by her cell door opening.
"Prisoner 3-7-6, stand up and face the wall." It was a guard named Craig, he was the infamous being to her based on his actions.
She did as she was told facing the wall patiently waiting. She smiled as she realized it was her time. She had wanted to die ever since she had been beaten to submission.
Suddenly the door closed and all she could hear was the breathing of the two guards, Craig and one she couldn't recall the name of, maybe Tom was his name.
She looked down as she waited for them to finish.
"I hope to see you again in the future Olivia," Craig said teasingly as he walked up to her with a smirk as he played with her shirt.
"Don't die on me on purpose when you're down there," he got nothing but silence as he ripped her shirt from the back, exposing her tattoos that went from her back to her arms.
"Dont be afraid... You're already dead," he whispered in her ear as she had a far off look on her face.
Her tattoos were intricate really, a tree that led up to the marking that lined her veins up to the opposite side of her palm. They were the only things she liked seeing about herself when she had the luxury of looking in a mirror.
After about thirty minutes she was given a new long sleeve shirt and a small but warm and durable sweater. Craig clamped something on her wrist causing her to look at it in question.
"This is keeping you connected with us sweets, so we know if you're healthy or not," he explained quickly as he fixed his pants zipper and made Olivia look presentable.
"We'll be down there as soon as possible, don't worry I've been training you for this," Craig says with a smirk as he cups her cheeks.
"Beautiful, now lets go." He said as he smirked, grabbing her arm roughly.
Leading her to the drop ship they passed by many other prisoners of the skybox. She received many stares as they knew who she was and the stories that came with her.
She had captured the attention of one, a man with a similar uniform of the guard that was leading her away.
He stared at her slightly curly blonde hair as he noticed it was messy, but it still suited the girl.
He hadn't heard many tales of the girl but he knew she was different from the tattoos and the vacant stare she gave off whilst being dragged roughly in the direction of the second story where more seats where available.
The only thing he remembered about her was that she was quiet but skilled.
Craig brought her to an empty seat across from another blonde girl and a dark skinned boy. He strapped her in tightly as he tied her arms down, she only stared blankly straight ahead.
"Look at me, hey! Look at me!" He yelled causing her to look in his cold grey eyes.
"Be safe out there, I need my sweets back," he said with a smirk as he kissed her neck.
"And remember sweets... You're mine," he said as his hands moved down her waist.
She looked down at the ground with a slight frown as she witnessed the looks others were giving her.
Just as he looked up her frown went away in fear of expression.
She only stared blankly ahead as he cupped her cheek before leaving. She could feel the stares coming from the two in front of them.
She looked down at her wrists and saw that Craig had tied them tightly to the arm rests.
"Why do you take that from him?" The dark skinned boy asked suddenly as he saw her facial expression.
"Leave her alone Wells, don't you know who this is?" The blonde woman defended as she looked at the girl sympathetically.
She remembered the stories that her mother would tell her of the girl beaten to silence.
"Listen Olivia... Earth can be your savior, a chance to live the life you've always wanted-" she said before she was interrupted by chancellor Jaha.
As they listened to his announcement about mount weather and themselves being expendable she heard the other passengers taunting the boy known as Wells.
She was about to speak but she remembered the years of torment she recieved for opening her mouth. In fear of these actions again she immediately closed it and laid her head back.
Suddenly a boy floated in front of her sending her a small smirk.
"What's your name?" He asked fixing his hat, when she didn't answer him his smirk went away as he looked at her closely.
She moved her shoulder slightly so that her shirt revealed itself and there he saw in a fine dark print: Olivia Fairhaven.
He saw her arms tied down and the tattoos peeking out as well as the hickeys lining where her shoulder meets her neck.
He knew who this girl was, prisoner 3-7-6, the woman beaten to silence and secrecy.
"Her name is Olivia." The blonde girl answered for her.
"Im Finn," he said turning to the blonde.
"Clarke," she replied.
"You're the one that had her father floated," Finn said.
"And you're the one that wasted a month's supply of oxygen on an illegal space walk," Clarke remarked with a frown.
"But it was fun," he said as if it justified his actions.
"You might wanna strap in before the parachutes deploy." Wells said as he felt they were going to descend soon.
And man was he correct.
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