Author's Note: This took me awhile to throw together but I hope it is better and longer than aforementioned prologue. Before we start, just for credits, I do not own the 100 characters or plotline in this story. I only own my OC. And as for the general plot basis, I actually gathered the idea from DrRedneck, go check them out, they are a great author. I think this Author's note has gone far enough, so without further ado, I present to you, Prologue Part II.
I yanked hard on the restraints bonding me to the chair.
"Your struggle is rather futile, but I appreciate the resilience. You'll need it, at any rate." the voice said from the speakers, resonating once more around the nearly empty and clinically white room. This was around the third time whoever this was had told me this, however it also being the third variety of the phrase. I glared angrily at the camera. "What the fuck do you want from me?" I said, my voice raspy and sounding pained. Probably to be expected, as my wrists were rubbed red and raw, the blue veins throbbing. Although I couldn't see whoever it was, the person I had deemed "The Voice", I could practically hear them smirking. This was what they wanted after all. "I'm glad you asked. Allow me to familiarize you with me and my companions aims." the Voice said. 'Great'; I thought, 'companions plural, not singular. What the hell is going on?'. I sighed heavily. The Voice cleared their throat before continuing. "I am apart of a group of very mix and matched people from around the globe of OUR earth, united by two common ideas. All of us here are unhappy with the way our favourite movies and shows, ranging from Harry Potter to the 100, too many others. The other thing that brought us together was our not so vague interest in a multiverse, a connection of alternate realties that connect and exist alongside our reality through a complex hive that cannot be understood by the limits of us humans."
I snorted, managing to barely pass it off as a dry cough. Whoever this fool was, they were clearly insane, as were whoever their 'companions' are. The Voice paused for a brief moment, perhaps trying to tell if the cough was not really a cough. They seemed to decide it was, and continued on.
"We managed to find a way to send people to these tv shows and movies." the Voice started, before I interrupted. "What do you mean 'send people'? These shows, they aren't real, only fiction." I remarked.
The Voice replied, sounded rather amused, as though I was a stupid kid. "This, what you refer to fiction, is very much real, created by the people, who assumed it was simplistic ideas, rather than their collective consciousness briefly glimpsing the alternate reality in a spectral vision. This 'fiction' is, in essence, very much real. And accessible. So that's why we need you and the others we have taken. We are sending you into this so called 'fiction' to fix them the way we wanted it to turn out. We send you there, make you think you are apart of that universe, erase your memory, give you what you need to survive like enhanced senses and mildly boosted intelligence and endurance, also giving you vague ideas of the major events and how to fix them. You will also recognize people based off look and personality, but you will not remember much about the show itself except for the events we request fixed. It'll be more like visions when the event is soon to come to pass."
"And if I refuse?" I questioned, expecting the worst.
"You die." The Voice remarked matter of factly. "So, what do you say? Do you accept? Or do you die?" the Voice asked me.
I solemnly nodded my head. "Fine, just tell me what I have to do." I finally said.
The Voice started laughing, deep and cold. It wasn't friendly and clouded me with fear. 'Who is this?' I asked myself repeatedly, hoping to focus on something other than the sudden impending sense of doom I was experiencing. I did my best to push down my fear, hoping it wasn't obvious. The door that the camera sat above opened, and I breathed in deep. The person, the voice, I was finally seeing. And he scared me to my core. He was tall, definitely clearing six feet easily. He had to duck to enter through the doorway. Bulging muscles strained against what must have been a tight and painful shirt. He wore ripped jeans, and high brown combat boots. He scratched at a bushy beard, that cover most of his lower face. His nose sat crooked on a broken and uneven face, and his dark black eyes narrowed as he sized me up. "I never saw you before now. You'll do." he said, and I officially recognized him as 'The Voice'.
He unbinded my wrists and ankles. "So, are you ready?" he asked, his voice almost as loud as the speakers. I flinched. The man looked at me. "Oh, yes, I neglected to mention. We did surgery and a bit of 'hocus pocus' while you were sleeping. Your senses have already been enhanced and everything's been boosted. I'm simply here to brief you a little before we send you off. You have several goals. The first major thing we need you to fix isn't going to happen relatively soon. You should be able to live through most of season one, as there is nothing we want changed. Starting with season two, preventing the death of Anya is the first step we need you to take. The next thing is make sure Gustus is prevented from poisoning the cup. Then, we need you to evacuate TonDC before the missile strikes. We need you to prevent the destruction of Mount Weather after that. Don't let Raven take the chip, thus preventing Abby and Kane from taking it. Kill Pike, thus preventing the death of Lincoln and more war. Prevent Titus from killing Lexa. Convince them to take the hydro-generator instead of blowing it. Go with the convoy so the hydrazine is not emptied. Join the conclave, prevent Octavia from entering thus stopping the rein of Blodreina before it even starts. We don't want much changed during the next few seasons. Now, we need you to prevent Bellamy from betraying the others and his death. This is what we require from you." he finished. 'That took a long time', I thought.
"Won't that completely refocus the entire plot of the show?" I asked curiously. The man laughed again. "Of course, but that's what we want. What you change there will change here." he explained to me.
"Now, you're going to have a completely different identity. We've altered your memories so that you believe you've been on the Ark. Your name is Leo Hall instead of Lionel. Nobody knows you except the government, so I advise you make yourself friends and make a name for yourself. You'll be part of the 100, however..." he said, trailing off. He pulled out a knife from his pocket and grabbed my hand. I jerked back. "What the fuck are you doing?" I yelped as he made a small cut along my palm. A small amount of blood slowly trickled down. The black blood dripped... wait, black blood? "You made me a nightblood?!" I shouted at him. He smirked. "Yes, and you can also speak fluent tridasleng. One of you has to understand them, of course." he said casually, as though there was no problem with altering my blood. "But what will people think when I come back?" I questioned jeeringly. The man smiled. "Do you believe you'll honestly want to come back after what you'll experience with those people?" he asked me. I shook my head. Of course, he was right, after all. Would I want to come back?
"However, I assure you that if you do choose to come back, we'll revisit this." he said as he led me into a room. There was a large gateway of sorts, except more like a portal. It shimmered a light blue as I stared into the depths. "Well, this is where we part. I do hope you survive." he said, closing the door and I heard it lock. I stepped forward, standing directly in front of the portal. It felt like a current, tugging at me, willing me to enter it. "One small step for me, one giant leap for my fate." I muttered as I stepped through, and darkness closed itself around my destiny.
Author's Note: So what did you guys think? Was that better? I'm working on the first real chapter right after this, "The Dropship". Either way, I hope you guys enjoyed and I'll see you next time.
-Antilight17