Author's Note: So this is my very first fanfic. In fact, it is the very first thing I have ever written and published for public consumption. Reviews are encouraged, especially criticisms as long as they are constructive. My goal with this is to sharpen my skills as a writer and also to indulge my story filled head.
The following is my version of The 100's second season. I'm sure this will in no way resemble the actual show's future, but hey what else is fanfiction for? Each chapter will be written in GoT style character POV. This first chapter is from Clarke's perspective. Future POV characters will include Jasper, Octavia, Kaine, Bellamy and Raven. I have enough story thought out for at least a couple of chapters, suggestions are encouraged but will not necessarily be used. Also, this fic will be given a tentative T rating, however, I do feel as though a sense of realism is taken away from the show by not having these 18 year olds swear as most young adults do, so I might put a little coarse language in this thing which might enter it into M territory. Their will be no graphic sex so get your head out of the gutter.
I dont own the 100, that should be self evident. All spelling mistakes are mine as well.
Enough preamble, let us begin...
Chapter 1: Clarke I
Seconds felt like minutes, minutes like hours as Clarke sat in the white room, waiting. She had no idea how long she had been there, or how long she was knocked out.
What the hell is Monty doing here? Are the others here too? Who are these freaking Mountain Men anyways?
Thinking about those questions started giving her a headache, a situation that was probably not helped by the sleeping gas still exiting her system.
Suddenly, Clarke heard footsteps approaching. She stood and looked through the window of her room and saw two soldiers clad in camouflage and body armor walking down the white hallway. Behind them, a man dressed in what appeared to be formal military attire followed. The man was bald and clean shaven, a cold calculated expression plastered on his face. He appeared to be in his early 40s. As they approached her cell, the small group stopped in front of Monty's cell and opened the door. Clarke stood there helplessly as the two armed guards grabbed Monty by his shoulders and dragged hime out of his cell. The bald man blindfolded him and walked back the way he came, the guards following him with Monty in their clutches.
Clarke banged on the window, screaming as loudly as she possibly could even though she knew all her efforts to grab their attention were in vein. After the sound of their footsteps disappeared, she dropped to her knees in surrender.
What the hell are they going to do with him? And how long until they come back for me?
As Clarke went back to waiting, she replayed the events leading up to her capture in her mond. The battle with the Grounders and Reapers was a chaotic mess. Who knows how many of her friends had died? How many were they now? Were Bellamy and Finn dead? Or did they manage to escape? Did Octavia and Lincoln manage to escape? So many questions without answers, and no way of finding any while trapped in this room. Eventually Clarke fell into a tentative sleep.
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She was woken up by the sound of her door opening; the same armed men that took Monty walked inside her room and grabbed her by the shoulders. The last thing she saw before the darkness was the bald man blindfolding her. What followed was a long, uncertain walks down what Clarke assumed were corridors of the same pristine white as her room. She could hear the sounds of doors opening, people walking and orders being given. Finally, she was pushed down onto a seat and handcuffed to the side of a table.
Her blindfold was removed, and Clarke took a quick survey of her surroundings. The room was almost empty except for the table in front of her, as well as the chair she was seated on and the one occupied by the bald man across from her. Behind him, was a wall sized mirror and a camera placed at the upper corner of the room.
The bald man opened a folder and spoke for the first time.
"I have no doubt that you are extremely confused by now and have many questions. All I will say for now is that all of the 100 we found alive at your campsite are alive and well in this base, just as you are. "
Clarke breathed a sigh of relief. I wonder how many survived.
"Now, I will ask you some questions. If you answer them truthfully, you will be deemed trustworthy enough for us to allow you a certain amount of liberty in the base as well as an explanation. If however, we discover that you are lying, we will throw you back in that room and wait a sufficient amount of time to try this again. Nod if you understand these terms."
Clarke nodded.
"Good. First question: What is your name?"
Clarke could tell by the look on the man's face that he already knew the answer. This was a test to see if she would lie.
"Clarke Griffin."
"Excellent Miss Griffin, I can see that this will go smoothly. Second question: Where you a passenger on the international amalgamation of space stations known as Ark?"
Clarke was taken aback by this one. How the hell does he know about the Ark? And how does he know my name?
"Yes" she had no choice but to answer.
The questions continued in this fashion, each one touching on certain aspects of Clarke's life. All of which could easily be found on her permanent record aboard the Ark. But how does he have access to those?
"You are doing very well Miss Griffin. Your last question now, Have you ever killed another living being?"
The answer to that question however, was not on her record as all of her killings took place well after she descended to earth as part of the 100.
"Yes" she finally answered.
The man threw the folder towards her and Clarke could see it contained all of her information.
"As you can see, and have no doubt figured out on your own, we already know everything about you Miss Griffin. The only thing we did not know, was whether or not you could be trusted. The answer to that question is now clear."
"How do you know I killed people?"
"We have been observing the actions of The 100 ever since you landed on earth. From your Initial encounter with the Grounders to your grand spectacle of a turf war. You must understand that we could not judge whether or not you could be trusted simply by your ability to answer a few personal question. We have analysed how you have acted over the course of the last weeks. Those who we deemed adequate were questioned just as you were. Those who we found... unfitting, of our hospitality were put into cells much less comfortable than the one you woke up in and will stay there until we can determine their fates. As for you, we were very intrigued by your skills and attitude during your limited time on this planet. You possess qualities we believe will be very useful to us. I believe answers are what you seek. Well, answers are exactly what you are going to get."
The bald man made a signal towards the camera and a couple of seconds later, a guard entered the interrogation room and uncuffed Clarke.
"Follow me Miss Griffin, your friends will be happy to see you."
End of chapter 1.
AN: So that's the first chapter. It's a little short because I am using it as a test to see if it grabs people's attention. Even if it doesn't I will probably continue it as a writing experiment for myself.
