(Hi there! So I loooove this show and wanted to write something about it! English is not my first language, so my text may contain some bad writing, I'm sorry and feel free to correct me! Hopefully it will improve with time and practice!
For the story, I wanted to add a character (yeah I know super original right? :P) and see how this would evolve!
Of course, I do not own the 100, bla bla bla you know how this works ;)
Hope you'll enjoy! :D)
She was ready. She knew they would come at any minute. It was the end. She imagined the scene: her, standing, alone, and suddenly floating in space. She was officially turning eighteen today, it was time to fly. She heard footsteps outside her cell. They were coming. Her breathing accelerated and her hands started shaking. The door opened and two guard entered.
"Stand up."
She obeyed and raised on her feet. She was scared. After all, it was normal, she was going to die. To die. They took her by the arm, each on one, and dragged her outside the cell. She glanced at the Ark's prison and was surprised: there was a lot of action... it seemed everyone was getting out... What was going on?
"Where are we going?" she dared to ask.
No answer. As if it was surprising. Regaining a bit of herself because of her sudden curiosity, she tried to look everywhere to understand. The other kids were also taken out of their cells and they seemed to all go in the same way... That was strange. She tried to turn around to see the rest behind her, but the guards shook her a bit.
"Walk and stop looking, growled the one on her left."
"Hey, I'm just trying to understand where I'm going and if I'm gonna die." she answered sourly.
"You're going down." laughed the other guard, on her right, apparently enjoying an inside joke.
What was going on? What the hell was going on? Her curiosity faded away and let the place for fear again. She hated not knowing what was going to happen. Just as she started panicking, they arrived at the exit of her section, where a doctor was waiting... with a syringe. A big needle. Ouch. The guards approached her from the doctor and the needle approached her skin.
"It will hurt a bit, sorry." mumbled the doctor, apparently bored after giving an injection to all the prisoners.
It didn't hurt much. Ok, maybe a little. But just a little. She then fell asleep really fast and remembered nothing.
She was awaken by the strange feeling of falling, falling while being attached to a chair. Was she dead? Was that paradise? If so, it sucks. She heard voices, people were screaming, other laughing... what was going on again? She opened her eyes, her eyelids felt heavy and her wrist hurt. She was in a room with all the other prisoners, strapped to a chair, it was moving really fast and she had a strange bracelet on her right arm. Too much info at the same time.
"Hey Charlie! Glad you're here!"
She turned her head, a bit lost, someone was talking to her. It was a girl she met once in the prison's cafeteria. Sasha? She was nice. A bit stupid but still nice. Charlie nodded at her and add a smile.
"What is going on?" she asked, screaming to cover the voice of the others.
The girl raised her shoulder, apparently not so stressed about the situation. Just at that moment, a video started playing on a television and everyone went silent to hear what the beloved Chancellor was going to announce.
"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 as a chance for all of us. Indeed for mankind itself. We have no idea what is waiting for you down there..."
Wait. They were sending them to earth? Charlie stopped listening and just took a moment to fully understand that. She wasn't going to die. At least, not in space, like a criminal. She had a second chance. Better take it.
"I'm scared..." heard Charlie just next to her.
She turned to see who was seating there and saw a little girl, not more than twelve years old, sobbing.
"What's your name?" asked Charlie, with no real tact.
"Charlotte." cried the girl.
"Well Charlotte," started Charlie "We are given a second chance. Be happy a little. Or maybe you prefer to be floated?"
The little girl gave her a scared look. Apparently her speech wasn't really effective.
"It will be ok Charlotte, I promise." she tried, with a faded smile.
Just as she said that, the ship shook like never before, probably the parachute opening. Charlie felt a little hand grab hers and then another shock shook the ship. Then nothing.
"Listen... no machine hum..." said an guy in the corner.
Charlie listened and was impressed. Silence. Magic. And then their belts unlocked. Charlie immediately took it off and stand up, looking everywhere for an exit. She may have forgotten Charlotte at that time. She was not good with children. Oupsy. But she had to see earth. Charlie then saw a trap to a lower floor. She ran to it, opened it and got down the ladder. She was the first to be there, soon followed by many... but she saw someone already there. A boy, or maybe more of an men, with dark hair. He caught a glimpse of her, their look crossed, but she hadn't the chance to see more of him, the others joining her and soon forming a crowd.
"Just back it off guys!" he shouted, before going for the lever that would open the door.
"Stop! The air could be toxic!" said a blonde girl, that Charlie recognize to be Clarke, the girl in isolation.
"If the air is toxic we are all dead anyway." answered the handsome guy.
Yeah. Because he was kind of handsome.
"Bellamy?"
Charlie turned around, seeing Octavia coming in front of the crowd. Oh. Oh ok. Bellamy was probably the handsome guy, which makes him her brother... Everyone knew the story of the found girl, the only "little sister" of the Ark. Charlie knew that story even better than the other... The arrest of Octavia probably saved her life... Long story. Just as Charlie came out of her thoughts, Bellamy pull the lever and the door opened, letting fresh air come in. The light was beautiful, the silence of the forest was mesmerizing...
"We're back bitches!" screamed Octavia just as she put feet on the ground.
Yeah they were back.
Charlie was a tall and slim girl, with dark blonde and wavy hair. She was dressed with the old clothes from her mom, which means leggings with a cami and a wool vest. Really down-to-earth - wow what a cool word game - the first thing she did was checking the surroundings. They were in a good spot. In the forest, but near a little water source. The ship would give them materials and protection... It was good. She was gone for a good time, because when she came back, it was nearly dark. They had built a fire and everyone was screaming and cheering. She approached and make her way to the center of the crowd, near the fire. Two boys were cutting the bracelets off. Charlie took a look to hers. She heard it was saying to the Ark they were still alive. This would tell the people it was safe to come down. Like if she cared.
"Who's next?" screamed someone.
She looked at that guy and recognized the famous Bellamy. He didn't take his time to become chief.
"Why are we taking them off?" she dared to ask.
Everyone turned silent and looked at her.
"Sorry I wasn't there the last five minute, I was checking the surroundings." she said, surprised of the reaction of the crowd.
Bellamy had a short laugh, releasing the tension.
"We are liberating ourselves."
"Wait!", screamed the Chancellor's son, just arriving to the fire. "Take them off and the Ark will think we are dying! That it's not safe for them to follow!"
"That's the point, Chancellor." responded Bellamy, a bit cocky. "We can take care of ourselves. Can we?"
Everyone cheered and scream in approbation. Wow, he could manage a crowd.
"It's our family and friends up there!" answered Well. "I don't care what he told you. We won't survive here on our own. And how would you don't want the people of the Ark to come down, they are our doctors, farmers, engineers..."
"Those people are not my people. Those people locked us up. Those people floated my mother because she had a second child." said Bellamy, full of anger.
That was enough for Charlie. Those people floated my mother because she had a second child. The sentences rang in her head again and again. Her mother hadn't even the chance to give birth to her second child.
"It's my turn." she said, stepping forward, her wrist in front of her, pointing towards Bellamy.
He looked at her, intensely. He was satisfied. And terribly handsome. Ok, he seemed a bit self-centered, but still, he made his point. He took a knife from one of the two boys behind him and took Charlie's wrist.
"Welcome on earth," he said, cutting her bracelet, with a smile.
She smiled back and passed a hand trough her hair. Bellamy then turned to Well, who was totally lost.
"Your father did this. He floated our families."
"He respected the laws."
"Well here there is no laws. Here we do whatever the hell we want, whenever the hell we want."
And everybody started screaming that repeatedly. Ok, that was not a so good idea. "Whatever the hell we want", as much as it means freedom, was good, but when it means chaos... it was less good. And count on teenagers to be chaotic. Then, just as a miracle, it started raining.
"We need to collect this." she heard Well saying.
Ah! That was a good idea.
"I'll help you." she said, stepping between him and Bellamy.
She saw that last one looking her with a strange look. She took of her bracelet but still sides with the Chancellor's son?
"Hey, we need to drink to survive." she answered to his look.
He smiled at her.
"Whatever the hell you want."
He then turned around, going in the crowd where everyone was cheering him as their new leader. Wow. A power-hungry, cocky and handsome guy. That would be terrible.
"So, how do we collect that pouring rain?" she asked, turning to Well.
He looked at her, still surprised by her proposition to help him.
"Why are you helping me?"
"Like I said, we have to drink to survive." she answered, annoyed to have to repeat herself.
Seeing Well was still not understanding her sudden turnaround, she continued:
"I hate the Ark and its laws, that your loved father enforced. That doesn't mean I want to die or that I hate you for being born in the wrong family. Bellamy was right with the bracelets, you are right with the water, I take the side that suits me in the moment. I'm like this, a bit more rational than average it seems. Now can we go?"
Well nodded, finally understanding it was not a trap. She just wanted to help.
"We should find materials in the ship to collect that water."
"Then let's go!, she said, not waiting for him to follow."
After that crazy night and not enough sleep, after all she had been building basins to collect water all night long, Charlie decided to take a walk. Take walk. That was something new and perfectly charming. She could get use to it. Watching the flowers, the trees, the wind going trough vegetation. Wonderful. The freedom was what she liked the most here. The freedom to take a walk in the morning. But if she wanted to keep that freedom, they would have to survive and that wasn't going to be easy. She heard a little team went to Mount Weather to search for some food, but that, in her opinion, was not really promising. It was clear that at one point they would need to start finding food themselves. Like hunting. That will be hard with a group of immature teenagers. If they want to survived, they'll have to make more than just a big party all night. And well... it was not going to be easy. As she walked through their camp, she saw some fighting, other playing tam-tam, or even just doing things Charlie didn't want to know more about. Just as she passed near the ship, she heard someone calling her. Or was it her?
"Hey you blondie!"
She turned around and found Bellamy behind her.
"The name is Charlie." she answered coldly.
She hated when she was called blondie. Ugh. She was not a Barbie.
"Nice to meet you Charlie." he said again faking a reverence.
"And you are Bellamy... yeah. The power-angry weird guy who is not a prisoner."
He laughed a bit and smiled.
"Power-angry, ouch... I take it personal."
He was avoiding her real question.
"Why were you on the ship?" she asked more bluntly.
"I wanted to protect my sister? Is that a good enough answer?"
She nodded. Pretty fair.
"Wish I had someone to care about like that." she said, turning around to continue her morning walk.
"But you can count on me beautiful..." he said with a low voice.
Wait. Was he really hitting on her? She turned around a bit shocked.
"Really? You're that bad with girls?"
He smiled and raised his shoulder.
"Just trying to have fun here. My door is always opened." he answered pointing the ship that he had made his house.
"Sorry, try on someone else!" she said, turning around again.
"Have fun! You should take that advice. After all I'm the oldest here so technically this makes me the more mature!" he said to her back as she was walking away.
She laugh, not turning back and shouted:
"I'm twenty too so just shut up with that! Find yourself another girl to harass!"
(Full of mystery! How could she be 20? You'll see next time! I have to keep you reading, right? :P)