Hello everyone.

So this is my first fanfiction in the 100 fandom and on . It's about a girl called Harlow Whitman, who was send into jail and now is being send to the ground. The pairing will be John Murphy or Bellamy Blake. But I'm more into Murphy, so it's probably going to be him. I hope you'll all like it and please review. It would make me really happy. I also uplaoded this fanfiction on wattpad under the name Monster {The 100 Fanfiction}. My name on wattpad is lionheartedgirl21 so don't think that I stole this from somewhere.

Disclaimer: This fanfiction is based on the TV-Show 'The 100' on the CW and the book 'The 100' by Kass Morgan. I don't own anything except Harlow and some other OCs.

The song for this chapter: Just One Yesterday - Fall Out Boy

„Just remember, if you look in the face of evil, evil's gonna look right back at you."

- Sister Jude, American Horror Story.

Harlow was bored to death. She was damn bored. In her little skybox, she couldn't do anything, just nothing. She could just write her dumb poems. She always wrote them on her wall, sometimes sche even wrote short stories. Occasionally she exercised and once in a while she drawed, but that didn't happened often, because she couldn't really draw.

She was put into the skybox, when she was only fifteen. Her parents were floated and she just got angry and did something she wasn't really proud of. Her mom Maria got floated, because she got pregnant, sometimes Harlow was angry at her, she could have used something to not get pregnant at all. And she was dumb, because she told it Abby Griffin and hoped that Griffin wouldn't tell it the chancellor. Abby Griffin and Maria were best friends, but Griffin still told the chancellor that Maria was pregnant and she got floated. Harlow hadn't been angrier in her life. Griffin betrayed her family and she would pay. Harlow didn't knewed how, but she would.

Her dad Henry got floated, because he killed someone. He had been the professor of the Ark, some kind of teacher of everything. He also had been a member of the council. After the death of her mother he went crazy. He tought that everybody wanted to kill them. So one night, when he was walking around in the Ark he saw a men that was looking like Commander Shumway, who pushed to button that killed her mother, and he went crazy and killed that men. Afterwards he had been floated.

Harlow had watched both of her parents being floated. She couldn't forget it. When she closed her eyes she saw her mother who was crying, but still smiling, so Harlow wouldn't be scared. Her mom even tried to give her hope in the darkest moments of her life. And she also saw her father who was just staring right into her eyes. His eyes looked dead at that moment, so she wasn't sad that he died. She was even a bit happy, because he was free now. Even if she would never tell anyone, she missed her parents. She missed them so much. She missed the old times. She missed her old friends. She missed Clarke, Wells and Ryder. Harlow, Clarke, Wells and Ryder grew up together, even if she hated Abby Griffin and the chancellor she still loved Clarke and Wells, she could not judge them for the actions of their parents. Ryder had been with her when her dad got floated. He was the one who hugged her when she was crying like a little girl, but now Harlow changed. Now she was stronger.

Suddenly Harlow heard how the door of her cell opened. Instantly her body tensed up and she quickly turned around and looked at the guards, which stared at her, she just looked at them. There were two men, both much more taller and stronger then her. One of them had dark short hair and blue eyes, he was like 6'5 tall. The other one was blonde and he had dark eyes, but he was shorter then the other one something aroung 5'9 tall.

„Prisoner 24601 turn your back to the wall.", the short one said and he looked emotionless at her. They were too early. She turned seventeen a few months ago, she had one year. „I have one year.", she said and took her pen from her bed. It was her only weapon in the moment. „Turn your back to the wall, Whitman.", the blonde one growled. He seemed to know her however she didn't remembered him, but he seemed some kind familiar to her. He couldn't be much more older then her, because he looked like he was two or three years older then her. But most of the guards must know her. She was the daughter of the council member who went crazy. „No.", she said and looked provocatively at him.

Suddenly the taller one took out his stun gun and pointed it at her. „Are you really going to challenge me?", Harlow asked both of them and laughed. She hated the guards. Most of the guards treated her like shit. And because of that she hated them. „Don't make it so hard for us, little one.", the tall one growled at her and came slowly closer to her. „Fuck you.", she mumbled and attacked the tall Guard with her pen. She drilled the sharp side of her pen into the neck of the Guard, before he could touch her with his stun gun. The man sank to his knees and shouted in pain, because the pen stuked deep in his neck.

Harlow grinned at the blonde Guard and whispered: „Come little boy, come." The Guard looked angrily at her and took out his gun. Harlow ran at him, but she wasn't fast enough. She felt how the injection got in her neck. She gasped and fell.