Author's note: This is my first ever fanfiction story and it took me a long time to figure this out so I'm glad you are here, hope you enjoy the story! Also, as it's important, I do not own any characters or plotlines from the 100, Jason Rothenberg and the other producers do. I only own my OC, Lionel Hall.
PROLOGUE
I danced backwards, spreading my feet apart and dodging the quick slash coming to my sword. My long-time teacher and good friend, Marko Ziax, smiled at me from underneath his helmet. "You've gotten better at this, Lionel" Marko said, as I deflected a heavy blow from his practice sword. I smiled slyly, dodging to the side. He came at me with three quick strikes that I barely blocked-in fast succession. In fact, the third strike got a glancing hit on my wrist, and I was forced to bounce backward, quickly shaking the pain away as he came at me once again, he feinted left, slashing for my right leg instead with the flat of his blade. I managed to barely clear above it with a jump, I twisted round and hurriedly shoved my blade point against his chin while he was still vulnerable. He began to raise his hands, and for a second, I thought he was yielding but instead, his leg kicked out, slamming against my knee and I buckled, falling onto the ground in a heap. He jammed his blade underneath my chin. "I win." Marko said with a grin on his face. I yielded. Standing up, I said goodbye, and headed to the locker room to change up into my stuff. I yanked off the safety armor, and slung my sword back into its sheath. I pulled on a Penguins t-shirt over my mildly sculpted chest, and pulled up a pair of blue denim jeans. I stood in front of a mirror, staring at myself. I did my best to tame my messy, untidy brown hair, pushing some of the locks out of my greyish-blue eyes. I felt my nose, as it hurt from my fall earlier, but it felt fine. My mouth curved downward in a disappointed fashion; this was my third loss this week. And it was only Tuesday. I picked up my bag and walked out of the building, taking my usual path through the streets of downtown Pittsburgh. I noticed that there was a higher concentration of people on the sidewalks than usual. Deciding I'd rather not take forever, I cut through a smallish labyrinth of sorts made up of networking alleys. It'd take me closer to the bus station without crossing a million crosswalks anyway.
The second I hear footsteps; I knew that I was going to get kidnapped. "A seventeen year old walking alone was probably a bad idea', I thought as a large hand clamped itself around my mouth, holding a cloth with some sort of chemical that makes people pass out, which I couldn't remember.
When I woke up, it was tied to a chair in a white clean room. A camera faced directly to me, and a speaker sat in each corner of the four walls. A voice spoke out, sharp and menacing, like it could cut through me. It resonated around the room. "Hello, Lionel Hall." the voice said.
Author's Note (PT II): So how was that? I think the action might have moved too fast and it might be a little confusing but my first chapter so I hope it was alright! Constructive criticism and positive reinforcement is appreciated! That's all for now, next update should be tomorrow and then I don't know until I can set a schedule. Bye!
-Antilight17