Angelos was back at her home, seating at the dinner table centered in the small room. There, she concentrated on choosing the right shade of green to color the leaves of her tree drawing while her mother hummed a cheerful tune as she braided Angelos' long hair.

"Lea, is this the right color?" she asked her older sister, who put down the dress she was sewing on her lap to study the coloring page.

The twenty-year-old gave her a small shrug, "I wouldn't know, Angie."

Angelos looked down at the dark-green crayon with sad eyes. Lea was right. There was no one that would know what the right color of a tree's leaves were like, not when they have lived floating in a space-station that was called the Ark during 97 years.

The only way Angelos had known leaves were even green at all was from the old and torn books her father brought for her. Not being able to ever leave home- seriously, she was almost imprisoned in these four walls because of the Ark's law that, in order to preserve oxygen, only one child was permitted to each family-, her father gifted her with books, where she could leave the Ark to a whole new world while never actually leaving.

Even if Angelos longed more than anything to freely step outside her door for just one minute- without having to secretly walk through the hidden passageways in the Ark's walls-, she didn't tell her family that, and was content with having her imagination fly her to unexplored places.

Trying to cheer her up again, Lea smiled, "Hey, it doesn't have to be green, you know. Use your imagination, kiddo! Color it something bizarre, like blue or something."

The girl giggled delightedly at the thought, turning her head slightly back to look at her smiling mother, "You pick it, Mommy."

Tying her braid with an elastic band, Rita kissed her daughter lightly on the cheek and said, "Whichever you want, Birthday Girl."

"Fine," Angelos sighed, looking back at the six different-colored crayons.

Just as she was about to reach for the pink, there was a loud pounding on the door before it was flung open. Angelos jumped from her seat and her mother pulled her closer to her. Lea's face had gone terribly pale as Angelos' father stepped into the room, accompanied by three other uniformed men.

One of the guards said something, but Angelos couldn't hear against the blood pounding in her ears, and, in a matter of seconds, Lea stood and fought against the guard's grip while her father begged the guards not to hurt them. One moment, Angelos was hiding behind her mother's skirt, and the next, they were separating her from her, too.

"Let them go! Please!" Angelos shouted at the guards, who had beaten her father 'til his nose and lips bled. Who had ripped the sleeves of Lea's pretty blue dress while trying to handcuff her. Who had her mom on her knees, crying like she had never had before.

Angelos shouted to the guards who had come for her.

But they didn't listen, and they took her family away instead.

Then, the Guard Commander ordered to the third guard- the one who had not moved a finger to fight or help Angelos's family-, "Take her to the Skybox."

"No," the thirteen-year-old gulped down her tears as she shook her head at the young man, "please!"

He almost seemed to listen, but his boss shouted, "Now!" and the guard pulled her up from the floor.

"No!" Angelos jumped back from the young guard, but he held on to her arms. "Let me go! Let me go!" She kicked her legs and twisted her body. She tried everything and anything that could get her away from him.

Angelos' eyes flew open, two guards pinning her down to the cold concrete floor of her cell.

It wasn't the first time she woke up with a guard holding her down to stop her from swinging her deadly fists at his face after a nightmare, but it had been a long time- almost two years- since that happened.

"Get off me," Angelos told the guards through gritted teeth, and they let go of her but kept their hands on their guns.

Clearing her head of the memory as she stood up, the young woman looked at the guards and smiled when she saw one of them with a bleeding lip. She must have been swinging pretty rough to get a good fist to the guard's face.

"So, what are you guys doing in my solitary confinement? I don't turn eighteen for another two weeks. Sorry, but you can't float me yet, gents. Rules are rules, right?" Angelos reminded the guards coolly and plopped herself on her piece of solid rock they called a bed.

Sneaking a sly glance at her chalk-drawn calendar, Angelos confirmed that her birthday wasn't until the next fourteen days. But her heart didn't cease to beat rapidly in her chest as the question to why there were guards here, if she wasn't 18 yet, boggled her mind.

"Prisoner 104, stand up and face the wall," a third guard ordered as he stepped into the cell with a steel briefcase.

Angelos looked between the three men. Okay, there had to be something going on here.

She watched him open the briefcase and pull out a wristband. "The hell's that for?"

She tried not to show her fear as she began to doubt of the Ark's law against floating anyone who was under 18 years of age, especially because they were dealing with her.

Two years ago, she had escaped the Skybox and tried to kill Chancellor Jaha for floating her family three years before that. That's how Angelos had gotten stuck in solitary confinement for these two years in the first place.

If she wasn't dangerous before, she was definitely a threat now that she had escaped and gotten close enough to harm the Chancellor. They had all the reason to end her life sooner than later, and she couldn't see how this wasn't it.

"Face the wall, Prisoner 104. Hold up your right hand," the guard ordered again with an irritated edge to his voice as he opened the metal wristband, revealing a row of fine-sharp needles on the inside.

"No," she said strongly and the guard glared daggers at her.

"Restrain her," he told the others, but Angelos gave them her own death glare.

"Touch me and I'll kill you."

The most arrogant-looking of the three smirked, holding up his weapon, "Really? 'Cause we're the ones with the guns."

The fear running through her veins was replaced with rage as she looked at his green eyes and recognized him as the guard who took her sister away five years ago. Blinded by the fury of having him so close to her, she took the gun away from him before she even knew she had it in her hands.

"Yes, really."

Angelos had never touched a gun before- she had better experience with throwing a knife she sneaked into her cell two years ago- but she only had to hit the other guard on the head unconscious and pull the trigger that sent a bullet through the green-eyed guard's face.

With her face splattered with the man's blood, she aimed the gun at the guard with the wristband, "Move." And the blonde finally stepped aside, after a moment of thinking if he should call for back-up.

Without another glance back at the cell she'd spent the last two years imprisoned in solitude, her legs bolted out of the Skybox before anyone could realize she had escaped. Again.

In the space station known as the Ark, there wouldn't be many places for a criminal like Angelos to hide, but she spent 13 years of her life hidden under floorboards and in hollow walls- She knew how to keep hidden.

For years, Angelos came and went all around the Ark by walking in the walls and under the floors of the space station that kept the human population alive after the radiation on Earth made it uninhabitable. She had made secret doors and passageways to remain in the shadows, and there was a compartment in the left hall's wall that was big enough for her to conceal herself.

Before she reached it, a tranquilizer dart was shot at her. Her mouth opened in an inaudible scream as she felt the sharp needle penetrate her back. Its serum began flowing through her veins as she slowly dropped to her knees with a silent curse.

A/N: Okay... so this is my first The 100 fic and, honestly, I'm kind of bullcrapping my way through it because I seriously don't know where this is going. Hopefully, the story will pick up as I write the next chapters, though.

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