Hey guys! So this is all new and it's kinda got kinks and stuff but yeah. Hopefully you'll like it, Alix isn't everyone taste but yeah. Have fun xx
I sat strapped to a metal chair, surrounded by 99 criminals, on a drop ship that was plummeting hard towards the ground. I felt my stomach jump into my throat as the ship lurched. I'd long stopped listening to Chancellor Jaha, and was trying to concentrate on the people around me. I knew most of them, knew most of their crimes. There was Finn, the space walker, and Octavia, the one who was born. Finn undid his belt, floating through the air calmly. I couldn't help watching, and I wondered what it would have been like, to float outside the arc.
"Space walker strikes again!" Some one called out. I rolled my eyes. This wasn't the time or place to mess around. We were being sent to earth, not knowing whether or not we were going to live, and Finn wanted to take a space walk? Despite my disagreement with his actions, my eyes never left him. He was attractive, there was no denying that, and funny.
"Get back in your seats!" Clarke shouted, looking at two guys who were also trying to follow in Finns reckless footsteps. I say let them do what they want to do, let them get hurt. One less mouth to feed. The drop ship shuddered, and everything began to shake and rattle. The two who had been trying to break free flew across the room, hitting the back wall as the drop ship connected with the ground. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, before a click resounded through the room, and the belts relaxed. I pressed the button, standing up, looking around the room. Finn was alive, kneeling down by the other two. Despite my indifference, I walked over, looking at the guys. Neither moved, or even breathed. For a second I felt a flicker of fear as I looked at their lifeless bodies. Two dead before we'd even opened the doors.
"You doing okay, Space walker?" I asked, and he looked up, clearly upset. He shook his head, standing up.
"This is my fault." He whispered, and I shrugged.
"Yeah. But it's over now." I stated plainly, and he looked at me with narrowed eyes. Before he could say a word, there was a loud commotion from down stairs. I climbed down the stairs, joining the group, who were all crowded around a guy by the door. He was older, dark haired with deep brown eyes, wearing a guards uniform. Why had he been sent down with us? A guard? I thought only expendable people were sent down.
"Hey." I called out, but my voice was swallowed by the crowd, who were all desperate to get out. Adrenalin coursed through the air as everyone moved restlessly, pressing forward.
"Bellamy?" Someone behind me called out, and everyone turned to see Octavia pushing through the crowd. She ran and hugged this Bellamy guy, and everyone began to mutter. People began to talk about her living in the floor, and Octavia turned, clearly listed by this.
"She's the girl that lived in a hole!" At that, Octavia tried to run forward and seize the guy, but Bellamy grabbed her, whispering in her ear. Suddenly, it all made sense. They were brother and sister, and I looked at them both. Same dark hair.
"O! Let's give them something else to remember you by." He tried to calm her down, and she huffed. I felt sorry for her then, and I understood her hostility. She'd spend most of her life holed up, with only her brother as a companion.
"Yeah? Like what?" She asked, and Bellamy smiled, gesturing to the door.
"First person to be on the ground in nearly 100 years." He grinned, and Octavia smiled, clearly eager to finally be free. Bellamy went to pull the lever to open the door, but Clarke stepped forward.
"Stop! The air could be toxic." She warned, and Bellamys hand stilled on the handle. I started to make my way through the crowd, not feeling guilty when I had to elbow people out of my way. I finally reached the front, drawing the attention of most of the 100, including Bellamy. I walked up to the lever, grabbing it and pulling it down. The door started to creak open slowly, and everyone took in a deep breath. Clarke looked wide eyed at me, obviously thinking I was mentally retarded.
"If we're going to die, it'll be on the ground, not in this metal coffin." I stated plainly, before turning to Octavia and gesturing for her to go first. She deserved this. She deserved the first taste of freedom. Plus if it's toxic out there at least she'll die first so I can close the door. The door hit the ground, and a gust of air floated into the drop ship. I inhaled, and felt my head get a little lighter. There was a smell, something sweet and... I can't explain it, just a smell of plants and Earth. It was beautiful, the trees and the grass, everything was magnificent. My breath caught as I stared at the sky, so blue, clouds floating over the sun. Octavia breathed in deeply, before jumping onto the ground.
"We're back bitches!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms up in triumph, and everyone charged off of the drop ship, filtering out into the woods, cheering in excitement. Even Clarke looked happy. Bellamy stood observing it all, while I just stood on the drop ship, too awestruck to move. Bellamy looked up at me, smirking.
"What's wrong, lost all your fire?" He asked smugly, and I clenched my fists, willing my feet to move. I stepped forward, moving into the sunlight, then stopped at the edge of the door. There was no coming back from this. Once my feet touched the ground, I was no longer a Sky person.
"Come on, take the jump." Bellamy offered his hand, and I looked at it distastefully. I stepped off the metal door, without his help, and looked at the ground. I wanted to take off my shoes and let my bare feet touch the earth, I wanted to lie naked in the grass, but that'd probably attract unwanted attention. I kicked the dirt up, laughing to myself as a cloud of dust circled around my face, making me cough.
"This is awesome." I breathed, looking around, trying to take it all in. Even the destruction the drop shop had caused was beautiful. Clarke was leaning against the drop ships door, sprawling over a map as Wells watched over her shoulder. How could she not be consumed by all of this? How could she look at some dreary old map and not the sky and the trees?
"We have to find mount weather. Didn't you hear my fathers message?" Wells voice interrupted my awe, and I turned, looking at him and Clarke, who were surrounded by Murphy and his group of bullies. I made a disgusted noise, battling between who I hated more. Sure, Clarke was the princess and Wells was the prince, but Murphy was an ass.
"You think you're in charge here? You and little princess?" Octavia asked, clear hatred in her voice. Yes, I hated Wells, I hated Clarke if I'm honest, but we needed supplies, and there was no way they were anywhere near here. It was too natural, too overgrown for something man made. I saw people already pairing off, guys and girls, disappearing into the woods for something they'd long been starved of. I had half a mind to grab the nearest attractive guy and do the same, but as I looked around I realised there wasn't really anyone I was interested in. Maybe Finn or Bellamy. Or Jasper. Or maybe even Monty.
"You think we care whose in charge? We need to get to mount weather. The longer we wait the hungrier we'll get. How long do you think we'll last without those supplies? We're looking at a 20 mile trek, so if we want to get there before dark we have to leave. Now." Clarke instructed, interrupting my lusty thoughts of an amazing fivesome, and I hate to admit it, but I actually agreed with her. We'd starve before the radiation took us, and what use was that?
"You two go. Find it for us. Let the privileged do the hard work for once." Bellamy suggested, and everyone chorused a "hell yeah". Clarke looked astounded, her eyes surveying the crowd for someone, anyone who agreed with her. There was a grudge against the privileged, one that couldn't be escaped that easily. A lot of us had lost parents because of them, and that's not something you can just forget.
"We all need to go." Wells said, and Murphy rolled his eyes, stepping forward, pushing Wells back, making him stumble. Wells eyes turned stony as he stared Murphy down. Murphy pushed him again, and Wells fell hard. There was a crack, and I flinched as he grabbed his ankle, clearly in pain.
"Come on then." Murphy provoked him, and Wells struggled to his feet, holding up his fists. Murphy swung at him, his fist connecting with Wells cheek. Everyone was egging them on, crowding around them, and I looked to Bellamy. He should be doing something, shouldn't he? He is a guard after all.
"Come on Wells." Murphy teased as Wells wiped blood from his nose. I walked forward, standing between the pair, meeting Murphy's eyes. We couldn't turn on each other, and despite how much I hated Chancellor Jaha, it wasn't Wells fault.
"Back off." I warned, and Murphy laughed, looking at the crowd. He knew how to work them to his advantage.
"What, you want to play little girl?" He asked, and my fists clenched. The haze I desperately tried to suppress started to rise, and I felt my anger boil and I heard laughter. Murphy chuckled, shaking his head. Too many people underestimated me, and he was no different.
"Walk away." I told him, hoping he'd do it, for my sake. I didn't want to be that person again. Murphy stepped forward, trying to scare me, but I didn't even bat an eyelid. I'd fought bigger and badder guys than him. He was nothing but an asshole with a temper.
"Trying to play the hero? Come on." He urged, and I was about to give him exactly what he deserved when I heard someone land behind me, and a hand ceased my wrist. I turned to see Finn, his eyes bright as he pulled me away from Murphy, standing between us
"Wells has one leg, and she's a girl. Pick a fair fight next time." Finn suggested jokingly, and I shrugged him off, staring daggers at him. So what if I was a girl? Doesn't make me any less of a fighter. I wasn't going to be grateful to a person who thought I was delicate.
"Hey space walker. Rescue me next." Octavia flirted, biting her lip, and a few people laughed. I rolled my eyes, before walking away, ignoring everyone. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Octavia and Bellamy talking in hushed tones, Bellamy looking pretty anxious. Who cared, probably him just giving the big brother talk about sleeping with Finn. I continued to storm off, trying to calm myself down. I'd never been good with anger, not since my dad got floated and my mum offed herself. After that things hadn't been great.
"Hey! Hey where are you going?" Someone called after me, but I ignored them, shoving my hands deep into my jacket pockets. I couldn't handle talking to anyone right now.
"Oi!" At that I turned around to see Bellamy running after me. I rolled my eyes, stopping to let him catch up. He joined me, his eyes moving all over my face. I narrowed my eyes at him, wondering what he saw when he looked at me. A pathetic little girl? A fighter? Who knew.
"You're pretty fiery." He pointed out, and I ran a hand through my hair subconsciously. Red hair for a red hot temper. I'd heard that joke all my life, and it pissed me off every time.
"What about it?" I snapped, looking at him out the corner of my eye as I began to walk again. He kept by my side, continuing to look me up and down. What was he doing? Seizing me up? What did he expect of me? Maybe he had understood what I was thinking earlier about sex...
"You're lean, strong. Have you fought before?" He asked, and I stopped, looking him in the eyes. Not about sex then. Was he trying to bait me? Because he didn't want to go there. It wouldn't end well.
"What do you want? Are you trying to make me hit you? Is it some kind of joke? 'Yeah let's make the girl with the anger issues blow'." I felt my head get foggy, and my heart was beating loud in my ears. Bellamy held up his hands in mock surrender, shaking his head. I looked away, breathing heavily, trying to concentrate on the grass, the sound of birds, anything but how much I hated the teasing about my hair and my anger.
"Curious is all. No one stands up to Murphy." He admitted, and I sighed, taking a deep breath. I didn't want him to push me to answer his unspoken question. If he pressed me, I might not be able to stop myself.
"I almost beat a guard to death. That's why I'm here. I grew up in a hall of all guys, who all ended up in the guard detail, and who taught me how to look after myself. There, happy?" I asked, stopping in my tracks and looking at our surroundings. He looked a little surprised, his eyes narrowed. As a kid I'd been teased relentlessly for my hair colour, and one day a boy, about my age, had found me crying. His name had been Theo, and him and his friends had taken me in. They'd all play fight, and I'd join in. As we grew up it no longer became a game, and once I was 12, and my parents died, I moved in with Theo, and I had to take care of myself. We'd train together, he'd wanted to be a guard and I'd helped him. I'd learned how to take and give a hit. One day, I saw this guard, he'd not been that much older than me. He'd spotted me, and I recognised him from when we were younger, he'd lived in my hall. He came over and invited me to his to play chess. He'd been nice, he'd always been nice, but that was when we were young, and I didn't have boobs and I wasn't 16. I'd gone to his, blissfully unaware of his intentions. He'd tried to rape me, and...well I blacked out, and all I remember is someone grabbing me and dragging me off of that stupid guards bloodied body. I was covered in blood, and my fists were bruised. He'd survived, and now here I was, two years later, still unaware of what had happened in that blank space, but knowing he hadn't got any further than groping me.
"We need fire wood." I changed the subject, hoping if I did something manual I would distract myself. I turned to the nearest tree, looking up at the thick branches. My hands were shaking as I tried to lock away that memory, and the thought of Theo, not knowing I was down here, probably waiting for the next visiting day so he could see me. What would he do when he found out I wasn't there?
"What?" Bellamy asked, clearly lost. I ignored him as I began to climb the tree, my hands scraping on the bark. The smell of the leaves filled my lungs, and I sighed contently. The earth was awesome. I climbed high enough to find the branches I could snap off, and grabbed hold of one.
"What are you doing?" Bellamy called up at me as I began to pull the branch back. It creaked loudly, before snapping clean off, raining splinters.
"Catch!" I called, before dropping it. Bellamy caught it with ease, looking at it in confusion.
"What..." He trailed off as I chucked him another.
"We're gunna need a fire. And water. And food. So, here's the firewood." I chucked him another, and another until the pile was high enough to build a fire. I climbed down, picking some pieces of wood up. My arms ached from the climb and the strain of snapping branches, but I made no complaints as I picked up as many branches as I could carry. Bellamy picked up the rest, and we made our way back to camp.
Sooo... What did you think? Opinions of Alix? I really hope you liked her, she's my little creation. I'm not really decided whose she's going to be paired with or whatever, maybe she'll be strong and independent woman 😂 Anyway hope you liked, please review and tell me what you thought xxx