She was running through the corridor of the Ark, guards hot on her trail. She was out of breath but she didn't dare slow down. If she did, they would catch her.
Finally, she reached her destination. She walked into the small hallway before the airlock door. She sealed herself in the chamber and just as she was about to open the door to space, the guards approached.
"Don't take another step!" Or I'll do it!" she yelled.
One step forward with his hands up. "You don't want to do this, Hannah."
She shook her head, hand hovering over the control pad.
"C'mon, lets just talk about this."
"No!" she yelled, looking into the face of the guard. "Marcus, all you're going to do is stop me. Put me back in lock up with the others. Wait until I'm eighteen and then float me."
"That's not true!"
"You're lying!" she went to press the button.
"WAIT! Think about your daughter! Your daughter!"
Hannah froze once again. "She deserves better than me." With that, she slammed hard onto the button, the outer door to the ship opening. Hannah was sucked out into oblivion.
The all too familiar buzzer, indicating the door to my solitary cell had been opened, woke me from my sleep.
"Prisoner 3-2-0," Marcus said as he stepped in.
"You know you can just call me by my name, Dad."
"This is protocol, Hannah. Stick out your right arm."
"What are you doing?"
My dad reached into a box to pull out a metal bracelet.
"Dad, I've passed all my evaluations. I haven't had any incidents. I've been good!"
"Just cooperate."
I held my arm to my chest. "Not until you tell me what's going on!"
Outside, I heard Clarke yelling. My father was still bent over the box with the bracelets. I took the opportunity to run.
When I passed the threshold of my door, I looked out to see all one hundred of the juvenile prisoners being rounded up, similar bracelets on their arms. Looking to my right, Clarke and I made eye contact for a moment. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she slumped over in her mother's arms.
"Abby, what is going on?" I cried.
After laying Clarke on a stretcher that the guards had prepared, Abby walked over to my, scolding Marcus when he stepped out of my cell. "Why didn't you just tell her?"
"I thought she would just get freaked out."
"See how well that worked."
"What is going on?" I yelled out again.
Abby took my arms in her hands, rubbing soothing touches with her thumbs. "You're going to Earth."
"What?"
Abby reached out and picked up a small bag that would rest on my hip. "Here is more than enough medication to last you for the first few weeks. There will be more of it in Mt. Weather. We'll be dropping you near there. But you'll be over prepared. So you have nothing to worry about, okay? You've been doing so well. Take care of yourself, okay?"
I nod, tears in my eyes.
"Hannah, hold out your arm." My father said. I winced as four needles pierced through the scarred tissue of my wrist.
I looked up at him for a moment. I saw the exhaustion and ice in his eyes. The years of him being Commander of the Guard have made him cold. When I was first growing up, he had such warmth and love. But that Marcus Kane is gone.
"Bye dad." I said softly.
He simply nodded at me, turned on his heel and left.
Abby placed a hand behind m shoulder and walked me into the line of prisoners being sent to Earth.
Earth…I'm going to Earth.
Clarke was seated in between Wells and I, still unconscious from the sedative when we took off. When she came to, Wells was the first to address her.
"Welcome back," he said as she winced at the bracelet on her wrist.
She looked up and glared at him. "Wells, why the hell are you here?"
"When I found out they were sending prisoners to the ground, I got myself arrested. I came for you!"
Clarke was just about to respond when Chancellor Jaha's face lit up on the screen.
He began explaining everything Abby told this morning. Kids were yelling out insults and snide comments as he talked. Clarke rolled her eyes. I knew she would want to listen.
All of a sudden, a young boy with a green beanie, Finn Collins, floated down on his back.
"Spacewalker!" a bunch of kids cried out.
Clarke rolled her eyes again. "You're the idiot who wasted a month of oxygen on an illegal spacewalk."
"But it was fun." He retorted. "I'm Finn."
Two other boys began unbuckling themselves to float with Finn.
"Stay in your seats!" Clarke yelled out.
All of a sudden the drop ship thrashed about, the lights flickering. The boys who had gotten out of their seats were thrown backwards.
"Finn!" Clarke yelled.
"Clarke, I have to tell you something!" Wells yelled out. "I'm sorry I got your father arrested."
I was about to tell Wells to save it, but Clarke yelled, cutting me off.
"You didn't get him arrested, you got him executed!"
Finally, we felt the rockets boost in and we settled ourselves roughly onto the ground.
Clarke was the first one out of her seat, heading down the ladder.
"Just back it up guys!" We heard a man yell.
"Stop!" Clarke yelled back.
Wells and I looked at each other quickly before getting out of our seats, pushing through the crowds to get down to Clarke. We could hear only snippets of conversation.
I beat Wells down to the first floor, just in time to see a young girl with brown hair walk tentatively out of the ship, a man in a guard uniform watching her.
She jumped down onto the grass. Everyone was silent.
"We're back bitches!" she yelled out.
Everyone suddenly erupted in excitement and ran out of the ship, some crying, some rolling in the grass, others just looking up at the trees around them.
I hung back in the ship, feeling to make sure I had my little pack on me. I reached in and took out one of the bottles, pouring a pill into my hand, and quickly swallowed it, shoving the bottle back in the bag, making sure no one saw me.
"You coming?" Wells called out.
I nodded; zipping my bag and following Wells out onto the ground.
The ground was soft under my shoes, so different than the hard metal floor of my cell in solitary, than all the floors in the Ark. I took off my boots and sock, allowing my bare feet to feel the soft grass, the blades tickling in between my toes.
I inhaled and looked around before saying to Wells. "Indeed bitches, we are back."