The 100

AN: The 100 does not belong to me. This will be a Clarke/Bellamy story. Also be forewarned that I am not one of the best people at updating any of my stories so I will apologize now for any long waits and or giving up on the story.

It had been a long time since Clarke had anybody to talk to, especially if she didn't count the guards. And she didn't, she would rather not have to see them at all. Clarke was the only prisoner in solitary, the only one who did something bad enough to be put there. After all anyone over the age of 18 would just get floated no matter how small the crime and anybody under the age of 18 was too wary of even being locked up to commit too major of a crime. It wasn't actually what Clarke did that got her in solitary though, it was what she knew. The knowledge of the Ark's dwindling air supply that got her father floated was what got her locked into solitary.

It didn't take long for Clarke to realize what her routine would be like...the things that happened in solitary that nobody knew about or if they did, ignored. The first time it happened Clarke screamed hoping in vain that somebody, anybody would come to her aid. Nobody came. The guard just laughed as he forced himself inside of her, leering at her, at her tears falling down her face, at her hoarse cries. She didn't know what was worse, the ones that liked to rape her or the ones that seemed to get off on beating her bloody. What got her through everything was her dreams of what the Earth might be like. The dreams of fresh unfiltered air, of clear blue skies. She held on to those dreams tightly as they violated her, beat her and broke her body as well as her spirit but she never gave up hope that things might get better.

It was when Clarke felt a slight rounding of her belly that she realized that her implant no longer worked. That was when she felt a true fear, she only had 4 months left until she turned 18 and even if by some miracle they pardoned her she already knew they were running out of air. This baby would never have the chance to live. That truly tore her up inside no matter the circumstances of this baby's conception, it was still her baby, a baby she would never hold.

Some weeks later when she was dragged out of her cell she felt true terror and tried desperately to free herself from the guards. But as everything faded to black she heard her mother's words "you are being sent to earth Clarke" and felt a small glimmer of hope begin to grow.

AN 2: Okay so that is chapter one, I think I like it so far so I will try and do updates on this story. I apologize that everything is kind of angsty and depressing right now. So feel free to let me know what you think and offer any suggestions. Thank you for reading. -sesshys1lover