Disclaimer: The 100 and all it's character are not my property. I make no profit off of this. The only thing that belongs to me is the character of James Anderson.
"Prisoner 365 get up and face the wall"
James Anderson wakes up with a jump. He quickly gets up and faces the wall. He did not know why the guards were bothering him, it was just past lunchtime and dinner wouldn't be for hours. They can't be floating me, I'm still months away from turning eighteen, he reasons within his mind, perhaps it was best to ask the guards directly.
"What is this? What is happening?", He asks calmly. There was no need to be agitated yet, perhaps it was a surprise inspection of his cell. Those were common.
"We're sending you away" The guard says with a sneer on his face. James is overcome with worry when he hears a lock opening, quickly he turns his head around to locate the source of the sound. Only catching a glimpse of metal wristbands, he begins to struggle against the guard that was holding him. "Let me go, you can't execute me. I...i haven't turned eighteen yet!".
Both guards ignore his pleading, the guard that was holding him, Daniel his tag read, forcibly holds up James' right arm while the second guard holding a metal wristband in his hand approaches and snaps the metal device around his wrist. Thankfully soon after Daniel decides to reply, "You're being sent to the ground."
James says nothing after that, he had nothing to say. The Ark is sending him to his doom, he thinks sadly. He is a criminal, it makes sense they would want get rid of criminals for their sick experiments. They wouldn't send the 'good' civilians of the Ark. Exiting his cell he immediately hears the sound of other criminals in the Sky Box, they were either trying futilely to fight against the guard or demanding answers. Fools, the guards wouldn't answer to these kids, Daniel was an anomaly, who probably took pity on him and decided to be kind just this once. It didn't matter, nothing mattered, The Ark was sending them to die on the ground. Why? Did they not want to waste resources on them anymore, had Jaha finally lost it, was it actually necessary to go to the ground? James did not have the time to ponder questions anymore, the guards were shoving him into some sort of ship. James quickly takes his seat next to a blonde girl who was unconscious.
After he straps himself in, someone tries and fails to throw him off his seat. Looking up at his attacker, he realizes it's Wells Jaha, the prince of The Ark. "What do you think you're doing Wells?" He nearly yells
"Get off she's my friend, I'm sitting next to her" Wells' words are laced with anger, and either arrogance or entitlement. James didn't want to move he had already sat down, and his head had been hurting since morning. James was actually prone to headache, he had them often growing up, it would put him in bed, and render him immobile sometimes for days at a time. Eventually he had gotten accustomed to the pain and managed to ignore it if he could focus on something else Unfortunately it seemed his time in the Sky Box had nearly stripped away years of hard work. The extreme pain was back, he probably couldn't physically move if he wanted to. Instead he tries to settle Wells down with words. "Wells I got here first, and I'm already strapped in. Sit next to me if you want. You can talk to her that way."
"Move now, I have to talk to her, I have explain"
"We're about to drop Wells either sit down next to me or find another seat"
An angry look passes over Wells, after a few tense seconds of indecision he walks away. Few minutes later the ship drops. He looks around and sees dozens of teenagers either in fear, awe or excitement. The lull of the conversation throughout the ship soothes his headache. Next to him the girl wakes up. " Welcome back, are you okay? You were unconscious for a while." He had already made an assumption on who the girl was when he was shoved in the ship, the confrontation with Wells simply exacerbated the proof. This girl was more than likely Clarke Griffin, the infamous girl who was locked up in solitary for a year. He could've been blunt and asked why she was in solitary, but he figured she probably wouldn't want to talk about something so private.
Clarke sharply glances up as the sound of his voice reaches her, a guarded look on her face, she promptly says "I'm fine, the guards hit me with a sedative. My name is Clarke Griffin, who are you?"
His assumption was correct, this was indeed Clarke Griffin. Now he just had to get her to reveal the reason for her incarceration. His insatiable curiosity, that usually got him in trouble more often than not, would demand no less. "The name's James Anderson, excited to be on the ground how about you?" He asked sarcastically.
"Better than being in a tiny cell. James Anderson... you're the one who built and coded robots to be your slaves." Clarke replies bluntly
He feels frustration at her insinuations, "They weren't slaves, they were my little helpers. They got handed me my clothes. Brought me drinks that I stashed away inside their storage compartment, and so much more. They were incredibly useful, and I always maintained them properly". At his response, he sees Clarke's mouth start turning upward into a smile. Before he can point it out, the ship starts rattling, and several TV monitor turn on. James doesn't care enough to pay attention to the whole speech Jaha was making, but he did listen to the main points: the 100 were expendables, Mount Weather had supplies, and sonething or else about hope. Truthfully he kept his attention on Clarke, wanting to continue conversation, he begins to talk. "You kn-"
"The Space bandit strikes", Some girl yells, James turns his head, sees someone with an old worn out beanie on his head floating and apparently talking to Wells. He moves his head as close as he could and listens.
"-dad floated me after all" Comes from the floating boy. James knew that voice.
"Finn?!" He yells out in concern, what was that idiot doing. Reentry would jar the ship and potentially injure him.
"Hey, Mr. Robot, why don't you join me. Have some fun"
"Collins you moron, sit down you'll get injured." Finn simply didn't listen to him much to his chagrin, two other boys began loosening their straps, before James could yell at them to stop, Clarke beat him to it.
"No Stop, you'll get hurt." The boys didn't listen to her either, and as soon as they began floating the Ship made a violent stopping motion that sent all three of them against the wall quite harshly.
"SHIT, Finn you alright?"
"Finn are you okay?" Both him and Clarke shout at the same time. No response. panic sets in. Fuck, fuck, Finn was dead. Not even on the ground and he's fucking dead. Everyone was shouting, the lights were flickering, the fear on Clarke's face did not reassure him of their survival.
"Finn you useless bastard, answer me! You still alive?!". Nothing.
Clarke sensing his distress, tries to comfort him "The ship is a century old right. maybe the rockets just take time to kick in right?"
"You're right the rockets should kick in any second now." He decides to send a prayer to whatever deity was willing to help, Please don't let us die right now, Please. With the prayer sent. He grabs Clarke's hand, to comfort her of course. He was perfectly fucking calm. Cool as a cucumber. Slowly the torture finally stops, the lights stop flickering and silence spreads throughout the ship. They had survived. No not everyone survived, his mind darkly reminds him. He instantly unhooks himself and runs over to Finn, Clarke running right behind him. She checks his pulse. Seconds later shes looks at him with pity and shakes her head. Finn was Dead.
