**I Don't own anything related to The 100, like not even a little of it.**

A 17 year old Bellamy Blake sat alone in his cell, analyzing the creation he had made across his floor. His golden brown eyes flicked back and forth as he pushed a raven curl away from his sticky tanned forehead. To an outsider, the picture of a world he had only seen in movies was beautiful, but to Bellamy, it wasn't right. Nothing seemed right to him anymore.

"PRISONER 319 AGAINST THE WALL!" a guard shouts into Bellamy Blake's cell.

Bellamy instantly dropped the charcoal he had been clutching in his palms and backed up against the wall, trying to gain some distance from the banging coming from the opposite side of the door.

Suddenly his door was flung open and two guards came marching in, both wearing matching glares and tasers.

"UP AGAINST THE WALL 319!" one of them barked at Bellamy,

He shakes his head frantically.

"I'm not 18 yet! I have a few more weeks!" he explains to them, trying to reason with the two men in front of him. He notices a silver bracelet in one of guards' hands and feels his palms begin to sweat. "What is that?"

"Quiet! Hold out your right arm!" one of the guards barks.

Bellamy watches them as they move closer. Right as they launch towards him, Bellamy ducks between them and sprints out of the cell.

The first thing that catches his eye are the other juveniles being lead out of their cells. They all are sporting identical silver wristbands.

"Bellamy!" a familiar voices tearfully shouts.

Bellamy quickly turns to find his mother, Aurora Blake, running towards him. Her arms beckoning him to her. Without another thought, he meets her halfway and finds himself enveloped in her warm touch and her familiar scent.

"Mom, what's happening? What's going on?" he whispers frantically in her ear.

Aurora pulls out of their embrace and looks her son in the eyes. Behind them, Bellamy hears guards shouting at the other juveniles.

"They're killing us all, aren't they? Reducing population to give you all more time?!" his panicked tone rings between he and his mother.

Aurora grips her son's shoulders and tries to calm him. "Bellamy, you are not being executed. You are being sent to the ground, all one hundred of you" her tone is firm just like her eyes as she looks onto her child.

Bellamy shakes his head as his eyes go wild "What? But it's not safe. We can't go!" he whimpers.

Aurora pulls her child into another warm embrace. "Shh, it will be okay" she mutters to her son. Unknown to him, she also nods to two guards as they rush up behind them.

"You have to trust us Bellamy, trust me. Your instincts will tell you to take care of everyone else first, but I need you to take care of yourself. I can't lose you too." She says as she squeezes him in her arms. "I love you so much"

Then Bellamy feels a needle ejecting fluid into his neck. The last thing he sees is his mother's tearful face as he fades into the darkness.