Hey guys! I hope you like my new fanfiction. I am trying to stay as true to the characters as I can, because I love these characters! It will (hopefully if I get a good response) be following the series, I am also going to be adding some bits in of my own. Please review and tell me if you want another story, and maybe give me some ideas if you like. 😉
Clarke Griffin woke up knowing something was wrong, maybe it was just the fact that the lockup guards were up all night, talking about some kind experiment they were going to do on 100 of the juvenile prisoners. She just hoped it didn't include her, she has been in lockup (they call it the skybox ) for awhile now. Everyone who has committed a crime, no matter how small would get floated. Being floated was basically, the chancellor giving consent for the guards to throw you out of the Ark and into space. Under eighteens like Clarke get sent to the skybox, until they turn eighteen and then they would get reviewed. What was left of the human population, was now living in space, on the Ark. Because of a nuclear apocalypse that wiped out all life on Earth. The ground as they call it, was now unsurvivable because of the radiation. The Ark was originally twelve individual international space stations, until their ancestors merged them together, to make the Ark. Clarke sat up in her bunk, feeling anxious, "you probably heard it wrong." She told herself "there is no point worrying about it." She got out of her bunk and sat on its edge, as she looked at her lockup cell room, it wasn't anything special, it was a small dimly lit room with one small round window, on the wall. A metal dresser sat in the far corner, with a small oval shaped mirror above it, and there was a door leading to a small bathroom. Although the walls and floor were covered in beautiful drawings. Clarke liked to draw things from the ground. Trees, flowers, animals and landscapes. All of which she had seen in books. She stood up and walked slowly over to her dresser, stretching her arms out above her head. she quickly changed into fresh clothes, and briefly looked in the mirror. The same familiar pale blues eyes stared back at her, fringed with long eyelashes, her mouth was pinched slightly with worry. With a sigh, she pulled her blonde hair up into a loose ponytail and walked over to her bunk to retrieve, her drawing charcoal that was wedged in between the bunk and the metal wall. She kneeled down in the middle of the room, putting some finishing touches to one of her most recent creations. She smiled slightly to herself as she drew, the night sky full of blazing stars, the fluffy cloud and the crescent moon. In that moment sat there gazing down at her drawing, she could almost believe that she wasn't stranded in space. She could almost believe that she was standing in a beautiful forest, surrounded by trees and birds chirping. Could feel the sun on her face, smell the scent of wild flowers in the bre- suddenly light blazed brightly in her cell, blinding her momentarily. She blinked a few times, and then the two guards walking into her cell, came into focus. Her heart sank and then began beating very fast.
"prisoner 319, face the wall." one of them said sharply.
she did, getting up slowly. "what is this?" she asked calmly, trying to stay composed.
"quiet." he said abruptly.
she looked over her shoulder, at the guards. One of them put a long metal box, on her dresser. He opened it up and pulled out a thick metal bracelet.
he turned around with it in hand. "hold out your right arm." he instructed, stepping forward.
"No, No, it isn't my time. I don't turn eighteen for another month." she explained to them quickly, her composure starting to break. She felt a single bead of sweat run down her neck.
"hold out your arm." he said again, clearly becoming impatient. The guard at his side whipped out his electric weapon.
she looked from the weapon, to the bracelet, fear tightening her chest. The bracelet was now open, inside was covered in thin sharp wires. she took a step back, her hands tightening to fists at her side.
"take off your watch." the guard told her, stepping forward and taking hold of her wrist, in his iron grasp.
"no, it was my fathers." she told him, trying to shake him off of her wrist unsuccessfully. She felt anger swirl up inside her, they took her father away and now they want to take away, the only thing she had left of him.
"no! No!" she shouted, as he tried to pull it off using all of her strength, she elbowed the guard in the face.
he stumbled back a few steps, blood running down his nose, in big fat drops hitting the metal floor, with a tang. She tried to run quickly to the door, but was sidetracked by the other guard, who was about to strike her with his weapon. He swung it at her, but she dodged it quickly, swinging around him she hit the weapon out of his hand. It clattered to the floor, she ran to it quickly and picked it up, she swung it at him. He flew through the air and hit the metal wall with a clang. She ran to the door, and banged it shut behind her. She hurried over to the skyboxs metal rail and looked over it, trying to find a way to escape. She heard a metal door screech shut, and turned around to see a guard come out of a cell next to her. She turned around about to run in the other direction, but that path was blocked too. Her palms began to sweat, she was about to run past the guards when she heard-
"Clarke, stop." Said her mother sternly. Her mother (Abbi Griffin) was the head doctor on the Ark, she was slender women, with dark brown hair, and dark eyes.
"Mom? Mom!" Clarke said tearfully.
Abbi took her into her arms, Clarke wrapped her arms tightly around her.
"what's going on?" Clarke asked her voice breaking. "What is this?"
She watched from over her mothers shoulder, as a guard took hold of a boy, roughly by his shirt collar and dragged him off feeling dread turn her body cold.
"they are killing us aren't they?" Clarke asked, "Reducing population, to make more time for the rest of you." She finished, feeling tears gather in her eyes.
Abbi held her at arms length, looking at her face. "Clarke, you are not being executed, you are being sent to the ground. All 100 of you." She told her, with a look of both excitement and fear on her face.
"what? But it's not safe. No, no we get reviewed at eighteen." Clarke said.
"The rules have changed. This gives you a chance to live." Abbi told her, looking hopeful.
Clarke felt shocked. "that is what the guards were talking about last night." She thought to herself.
"Your instincts will tell you to take care of everyone else first. Just like your father. But be careful, I can't lose you too. I love you so much." Abbi told her, her eyes filling with tears. She had her hands on Clarke's cheeks wiping away her own tears.
Clarke felt a storm of emotions going on inside of her, fear, sadness, and little bit of excitement. "Mom, I lo- she didn't get a chance to finish, because something hit her in the back. She gasped at the sudden sharp pain. Her limbs started to get heavy, she fell forward her mother caught her, and lowered her to the floor. The cold from the metal floor, seeped though her clothes and chilled her. Her eyelids began to get heavy, and her heart beat started to slow down, from its erratic beating. The last thing she heard before she was swallowed into darkness was, her mothers voice whispering to her.
"Your going to earth, Clarke. You get to go to earth."