Maeve stared out of her window at the vast space around her, to her it was empty and cold filled with mystery and hidden secrets just waiting to be discovered just like how she felt about herself. A cold and empty shell filled with so many secrets, but no one would really know how high the running tally went of secrets she held were, and no one would ever find out because no one would listen. Her red bangs fell over her grey eyes as she lowered her head, 'Soon' she thought 'soon they will come for me. For their pound of flesh.' Maeve has been confined in her prison for nearly four years, as the tally marks that littered the walls and floor would confirm, soon her sixteenth birthday would come and then just two more years until she would be floated for her crimes. Lifting her gaze Maeve stared at her reflection, 'Two years is still a very long time away. Two more years filled with solitary with only my thoughts to keep me company.'
Had it really been four years ago? It still felt like yesterday that she pretended to be okay, that her life wasn't under a constant threat. Twelve years of hell she had lived through, twelve years and not a single person noticed or cared, it had taken Maeve twelve years to end the constant pain she was in. What good had that done her? Sure she was no longer afraid of death and pain, she'd had four years locked away and forgotten about to get over that, and still she had two more years to go until they floated her for protecting herself.
Maeve regarded herself a moment longer, when she had turned into the girl with guarded eyes and an emotionless mask was anyone's guess, though perhaps it was when the people were demanding that she be floated because keeping her alive, even in solitary confinement, was too dangerous. But then the running question would revert to how a child had become a murderer and that no one knew the answer to, because she never told them.
Maeve could hear the sound of her door being unlocked, something that rarely happened, 'They're early, maybe there's over population and they need the extra oxygen.' She wondered as she turned to face the opening door but made no further movement to greet her executioners. It wasn't that she intended to fight her death sentence, it was actually the opposite she had accepted her fate a long time ago, around the same time she accepted that no one would ever care for her.
When two guards entered her room Maeve recognized one as the man who always delivered her food, he was the one she addressed "Is it my time?" She asks but is answered by the other guard.
"Be quiet!" He snaps taking an intimidating step forward, Maeve stares at him unaffected by his tone, and if he was trying to make her quiver in fear he would have to do a lot better than that. "Turn around and face the wall," he pauses as she follows his instructions without further questioning. "Hold out your right arm."Maeve does so automatically as her eyes find the window she had been staring out of only seconds ago, 'It doesn't matter if it is today, or tomorrow. They will not hear me bag, they will not gain the satisfaction of my fear.' She thinks before looking at what was now tightly secured to her wrist, a metal bracelet sat there gleaming up at her, what it was for she couldn't fathom.
The cries of the girl in the next room gains her attention as she turns to face her guards once again, she's bagging for her life 'no, no it's not my time.' Her cries echo around the metal room. 'They must be doing a mass reduction. Killing us all off.' This doesn't bother Maeve, "fill your bag, you have two minutes." The same rude guard speaks catching her attention, 'My bag?' Maeve silently questions as she picks up the pack that lays on top her dresser and fills it with her clothes and personal artifacts, it isn't much but she assumes that they don't want to be bothered with clearing out the cells after the mass murder they are about to commit. 'Figures. You don't have to clean up our bodies as you suck the air from our lungs, so why would you want to have to humanize us by having to sort through our belongings.'
As Maeve is pushed into the hall way she sees at least 100 juveniles and guards lining the halls, this is the first time she has seen her fellow inmates, being in solitary for nearly four years does lead to a lacking social life. She almost smiles at the refreshing thought that she won't die alone, but the expression never makes an appearance as she realizes that she will die with strangers. This in a sense is the same as being alone, only worse because she will be alone within a crowd just like she was for the first twelve years of her life.
Frowning she turns to the left and follows the guard that has pushed her forward, it doesn't matter to her that some of the other prisoners are fighting back and being knocked out by sleeping darts, or even in some cases tased because they are getting out of control. Because in all honestly what could she do? Even if she fought back, there were two of them that were twice her size and armed, and if by some miracle she could make a break for it and escape, this was the Ark there were no places one could hide for long, no great escape. No this entire thing was a prison; it didn't matter if you lived in the actual cells or not you were trapped either way.
Maeve had been following along in silence that when a guard finally speaks she tenses in surprise, "get in, find a seat and strap yourself down." He says before pushing her shoulder causing her to stumble into a space pod, 'A drop ship?' Turning Maeve catches his attention before the guard backs out of the room, when the other one had left she wasn't sure.
"Why am I here?" Maeve hisses, there were already a few other teens spread out in the room behind her, separated into their social groups and it did nothing to calm her, "what kind of execution is this?" Clenching her jaw Maeve watched as the guard ignored her question and turned and walked off as more convicts entered the pod standing there in mild shock Maeve watched as some of the unconscious were brought in by guards on stretchers and then placed into a seat and buckled in. Standing off to the side Maeve watched silently contemplating what this could mean for her. 'Maybe after they've got all of us in here they'll simply close the doors and shut the air off.' Maeve thought before she walked into what appeared to be a three level drop ship, deciding to find a back corner to hide away in she made her way to the top level where she wouldn't have to watch as all of the criminals were being escorted in.
/I know it's short, but I have two more short chapters I will post tonight. I plan on keeping all future chapters between 1,0002,500\\
