Author's Note: This chapter might be a bit confusing for you guys so I'm offer a little explanation. Our OC/SI is now Leo Hall. His memory has been modified and he believes he's been on the Ark his whole life. He's no longer Lionel Hall. He remembers nothing about his other life. Everything's changed for him. That's just to lessen he confusion, if you still have any, feel free to review or pm. And as always, I do not own the 100 characters or plot, only my OC. Alright, I've stretched this far enough, let's dive in.

I woke up on my not so soft mattress, leaning against my pillow. The moon shone at me. I stared distantly into the empty expanse of space. I vaguely remembered the dream I was having. 'Something to do with uh, Earth', I thought, 'and a blue swirling light'. I jerked my head away to walk to the sink in my cell. Oh yeah, cell, right. I was in prison because I stole to eat. The memories jolted me. Flashes of my dad, yelling as they put bullet holes in him. My mom being drug away and tossed into the airlock for her crime of having a second child. Me, running away, avoiding guards. I'd lived 12 years of surviving hidden, stealing to eat and drink. Ever since I was 5, I was alone. The Ark tried to catch me. Now, I was here to rot in this damn skybox because of my stubborn will to live. Now, soon, I'd be sent out of the airlock to suffocate in the dark space just like my mom. I looked at the water welling in my eyes. Yeah, I wasn't going to bring that up. Suddenly, two guards appeared outside my door. I jumped as it slowly rattled and opened. The guards came in, shock batons drawn. I looked on in only slight fear. The guards grabbed me by the arms and drug me roughly from my cell. "HEY! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! I'M NOT EIGHTEEN!" I shouted for all the good it did me, but they simply dragged me all the way to medical. They attached a metal wristband with small pins that mildly scratched at me and itched me. "You can't do this, you can't, I'm not eighteen." I begged uselessly. "You aren't going to be floated." said a voice standing next to the table. I glared upwards, and looked directly into the eyes of... Marcus Kane? He sighed deeply. "You are going to the ground, along with 100 other juvenile delinquents. I felt a sharp pain jabbed in my arm as I looked away from Kane. I turned in time to see a syringe leaving my arm and my vision slowly faded to black as Kane stood above me, looking like he was thinking deeply.

When I woke, I was strapped inside of a chair in this metal dome thing. A bunch of others, I assume the teens being sent to the ground with me, were strapped in the similar predicaments. A large sonic boom sounded and I covered my ears as teens began to scream around me. My senses, always being sensitive and a lot better than everyone's, were tingling and ringing. A hand grabbed my wrist and pulled it away from my ear. "Hey, you okay?" the voice of the concerned person asked. I turned and recognized him as Wells, the Chancellor's son. I nodded. "Yeah, just confused." I responded, my tone gravelly and voice deeper than usual. Sitting next to Wells, I noticed, was Clarke Griffin, noted for her attempt to follow her father. I looked up at a large projection as Jaha himself spoke to us.

"Prisoners of The Ark, hear me now. You've been given a second chance, and as your Chancellor, it is my hope that you see this as not just a chance for you, but a chance for all of us, indeed for mankind itself. We have no idea what is waiting for you down there. If the odds of survival were better, we would've sent others. Frankly, we're sending you because your crimes have made you expendable."he said. Another delinquent near me said, "Your dad is a dick, Wells." Wells simply shook his head and turned to speak with Clarke.

"Those crimes will be forgiven, your records wiped clean." Jaha said, and then continued, "The drop site has been chosen carefully. Before the last war, Mount Weather was a military base built within a mountain. It was to be stocked with enough non-perishables to sustain three hundred people for up to two years."

Suddenly cheers broke out from the other side of the dropship.

"The Spacewalker bandit strikes again!"

"Go, Finn!"

"Whoooo!"

The boy they called Finn, or otherwise known as the legendary Spacewalker, drifted towards us. "Hey, check it out, Wells. Your dad floated me after all!" he said in a mocking voice.

Wells sighed. "You should strap in before the parachutes deploy." Wells says to Finn. "Hey, you two!" a female voice called out from nearby. It was Clarke, and she was talking to a pair of dumbasses who decided to join Finn. "Stay put if you want to live!" she called out, then directed her attention to the Wells-Finn conversation.

"Mount Weather is life. You must locate those supplies immediately." the Jaha projection cut in.

"Hey, you're the traitor whose been in solitary for a year." Finn says to Clarke. Clarke glared at him and shot back, "Hey, you're the idiot who wasted a month of oxygen on a spacewalk." Finn grinned. "But it was fun. I'm Finn." he said, extending his hand.

Wells grabbed onto it instead of Clarke, right as Jaha finished his speech with a final sentence. "Your one responsibility is to stay alive."

Then one of the idiots yelled excitedly. "Whoa!"

"The reterockets out to have fired themselves by now." Wells said worriedly. Clarke looked over at him. "This stuff is all a hundred years old, right? Give it a minute." Clarke said in an attempt to be reassuring. Wells muttered, "we may not have a minute", but quietly so that only I could hear. I patted his shoulder. Wells then sighed. "Clarke, there's something I have to tell you. I'm sorry I got your father arrested." he said, and he did sound sorry. Clarke glared at him and snapped, "You don't get to talk about my father."

Wells had a small, barely noticeable tear sliding slowly down his cheek. "Please, Clarke, I can't die knowing that you hate me." he said in a desperate voice. Clarke looked at him coldly. "They didn't just arrest him, they executed him. I do hate you." she said, then turned and refused to look at him.

Then the shouting and screams started. Male and female voices mixed together in a harmony of pure terror. A loud crash and then, I noticed, as a boy I recognized as Monty, pointed out a second later. "Listen. The machines stopped." he said. The boy next to him, wearing goggles that rested on top of his curly brown mess of hair, and brown eyes, smiled and said, "Well, that's a first." People instantly started to unbuckle and stand, the fear shaken off and now buzzing with excitement. The smells all around me, of heat and teenage body odor now clouded my noise. Mixed scents clouded me, but like I could do, I ended up picking out a few and recognizing those scents. Yeah, I knew it was weird, but I needed to be able to pick out a few people. Clarke for one, had a scent similar to the paint she so often used and loved. Wells had a scent that I can only describe as "sad". Monty smelled like farmland, Jasper like, well, drugs and alcohol. Yeah, like I said, weird talent, but anyways.

"Finn, is he breathing?" Clarke asked with concern as she watched Finn feel one of the idiots for a pulse. Another boy, somebody who I couldn't recognize, shouted out to the group at large. "The outer door is below us! Let's go!" he yelled to a mass of cheers. People scrambled to go down to the doors. Clarke sighed and yelled. "Hey! We can't just open those doors; the air could be toxic." then someone slightly older, taller and more muscular walked over to Clarke. He spoke in a deep and gravelly voice. "If the air is toxic, we're dead anyway. "

Another girl, who I recognized as Octavia, also could be considered pretty I suppose, with long black hair, and hazel eyes, came forward. "Bellamy?" she asked the man. The man she called Bellamy turned and broke into a smile. "My god, look how big you are." he said. She jumped into his arms for a hug. "What the hell are you wearing, a guard's uniform?" she questioned suddenly. Bellamy's smile wavered for a brief second, just long enough for me to be suspicious. "I borrowed it to get on the dropship, someone has to keep an eye on you." he said with a chuckle as Octavia smacked him playfully. Clarke, however, raised an eyebrow. "Where's your wristband?" she questioned Bellamy, before Octavia turned round on her. "Do you mind? I haven't seen my brother for a year." she stated angrily. Another boy looked at them curiously. "Nobody has a brother." he decided after a brief pause. A girl near him said, "Yeah, that's Octavia Blake, the girl from under the floor." Bellamy grabbed Octavia. "Octavia! Octavia, wait. Let's give them something else to remember you by." he said to his sister. She looked at him inquiringly. "Like what?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Bellamy grinned. "Like being the first person on the ground in 100 years."

Octavia took a deep breath, and stepped onto the forest floor. Then her face broke into a smile and she threw her arms into the air. "WE'RE BACK, BITCHES!" she shouted happily, and the rest of the hundred were quick to follow with cheers and shouts of excitement.

I sat by myself off to the side, casually watching Clarke and Finn talk.

"What's the mood Princess? Not like we died in a fiery explosion." Finn said jokingly.

Clarke glared at him. "Tell that to the two idiots who followed you out of their seats." Finn, ever the comedian, from what I knew about his stories, replied casually, "You don't like being called Princess, do you, Princess?"

Clarke sighed and stood up. "You see that peak over there?" she said, pointing. I walked towards them and followed her finger. "Yeah." Finn said. I looked at her curiously. "Yeah, what about it?" I asked her. She looked at me. "It's Mount Weather. There's a radiation-soaked forest between us and our next meal." she said. Finn looked at me. I sighed. "They dropped us on the wrong damn mountain." I said frustratedly. Sometime later after sitting and brooding about what to do with this, Wells walked over to Finn, Clarke, and I. "We have problems." he said as soon as he reached us. "That's news." Finn said sarcastically. I snorted. Wells looked at me with a fake look of hurt before continuing. "The communications system is dead, I went to the roof and found a dozen panels missing. Heat fried the wires." he explained.

"Well, all that matters right now is getting to Mount Weather." Clarke said, pausing briefly then continuing on. She gestured to her map. "See? This is us. This is where we need to be." she said, pointing at a spot-on Mount Weather. "Where'd you learn to do that?" Wells asked. "Idiot." I muttered under my breath so only Finn could here. Then Wells gasped and held an apologetic expression. "Oh, your father, I'm sorry."

Clarke glared and the two from earlier, Monty and Jasper, approached. "Cool, a map. They got a bar in this town? I'll buy you a drink." said Jasper. I laughed. "Who are you?" asked Monty, directing the question at me. Jasper looked at me too, then stared at Monty. "You don't know him? That's the Ghost." Jasper said. "The Ghost?" I said casually. "That's not as good as the Whisper." I said with a smirk. Everybody gasped. Even Finn looked surprised. "You're the Whisper? The boy who lived alone and orphaned for 12 years and didn't get caught?" Finn asked, sounding moderately impressed. Of course, word spreads fast, and everybody had heard of the Whisper, silent and secretive, or otherwise the Ghost, a spectral who haunts the halls, or perhaps they knew me as simply what they called the Wanderer, a lost boy doing what it took to survive. I wasn't really trying to brag, but there was a lot of stories about me.

Suddenly Wells snapped up. "You mind?" he asked Jasper. A boy I recognized as John Murphy stepped in. "Woah, woah, woah, Jaha Junior. He's with us." Murphy said. Wells sighed. "Relax, we're just trying to figure out where we are." Wells stated. Bellamy stepped in. "We're on the ground, that not good enough for you?" he asked in a condescending tone. Wells glared. "You heard my father, we need to find Mount Weather, it's our first priority." he said to Bellamy and Murphy. Then Octavia jumped in. "Screw your father! What, you think you and Princess over here are in charge?" Octavia stated. Clarke glared at her. "Do you think we care who's in charge? We need to get to Mount Weather not because the Chancellor said so, but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we'll get and the harder this'll be. How long do you think we'll last without those supplies? We're looking at a twenty-mile trek, okay? So, if we want to get there before dark, we need to leave now." Clarke said.

Bellamy smirked. "I have a better idea", he called out, "why don't you two go and find it for us? Let the privileged do the work for once?"

I spoke up. "I know you don't like it, but we all need to go unless you want to starve. How are we going to carry the supplies for 100 people by themselves?"

Bellamy narrowed his eyes. "Well, thanks for the input, but I think you'll manage.

Murphy shoved Wells as he got up, kicking his knee for added measure. "Look at this everybody, Chancellor of the Earth over here." Murphy shouted mockingly.

Wells stood up, hopping on one leg. He raised his fists defensively, staring down Murphy. Suddenly Finn walked between them. "Kid's got one leg, wait till it's a fair fight." he said, striding through. Octavia cut into his path. "Hey, Spacewalker, rescue me next." she said flirtatiously, which Finn returned a cheeky grin. Then Octavia turned to Bellamy. "What? He's cute." she said. Bellamy sighed. "He's a criminal." Bellamy said. "They all are." Octavia said, winking at me as she noticed me watching the conversation play out. I sighed and stood up, walking towards the small group that had gathered. "So, Mount Weather, when do we leave?" I asked Clarke. She looked at me, her blond hair cascading over her shoulders. "Right now." she said, and Finn stood up. "How are you three going to carry enough for a hundred?" Wells asked, repeating my question from earlier. I turned around and grabbed Monty and Jasper's shoulders, spinning them around. "Six of us, let's go." I said impatiently. Octavia walked up to us. "Sounds like a party, can we make it seven?" she said. I nodded. "Alright, let's leave." Clarke huffed.

"What the hell are you doing?" Bellamy asked Octavia. "Going for a walk." she stated, as though it was completely obvious. 'Which it was.' I thought. We began to turn towards the forest, but Clarke turned to talk to Wells. I hung back for a moment, shouldering a nice stick that I planned to use for walking. "We going?" I called out to her. Clarke nodded and said, "You shouldn't have come here, Wells." and then turned to follow me.

Jogging to catch up to the others, we headed into the green expanse of the forest.

Author's note: So what did you think of this chapter? It's the first real episode. I've decided that since the episodes are usually pretty long, I'm going to be breaking them in half so it's less time spent writing. Even though I love it, writing these chapters do take a while. Although I'd like to ask, do you guys think I should make it into seven books for the seven seasons? Or should I just do it all in one? Lemme know what you guys think. Bye.

-Antilight17