I'd went over, the list. Over and over. Looking it over once again. Only to be brought out of the list, by yelling outside of the door, quickly I stuffed the papers under the mattress. Quickly getting on top of it, attempting to look like I were asleep. Sitting up, quickly, as soon as the door was opened.
Acting as if I had no idea, I asked a question, my voice smooth, "What's going on?"
Ignoring my question, the guard pointed to the wall, "Prisoner 333, face the wall. " I did as I was told, I faced the wall. Legs spread and my arms up, sprawled out, as it usually would go. My right arm was then grabbed, and placed harshly, into a position, where it was to be sticking out. I winced a bit, but sucked it up, looking at the arm they took.
I saw a another guard had brought in a rolling cart, with long plastic boxes on it. The first guard opened the top box, revealing four silver, metalic bands with a little black screen looking thing drilled into it, pulling a band, I saw the bottom of the wristbands had a opening between the sides, of it.
"What are those?" Curiosity struck me. What were they? I assumed they were for communication, or something along those lines.
"Quiet. Hold your arm steady." I was ordered, as a band was pulled open, showing the inside, with six thin needle like spikes, sticking out. Using the hand without the brace the guard held my arm by the elbow. Before he slapped the bracelet on my wrist. I wince, at the suddent pain, feeing the spikes dig into the top of my wrist all at once. Why, why did a communication device need to be stabbing my wrist? Was it not a way to talk with the Ark, after we landed?
I was then lead out, or well forced out of the room. being pushed out the door, thankful for the railing that had stopped me from falling off the second story of the prison. Noticing others were being pulled, pushed and lead out of their cells also. All going in one direction.
"Prisoner 333 move" The guard ordered, I slowly turned away from the railing, still holding it as I walked. Seeing that my neighbor, my pen pall, Octavia was ahead of me, with her arm being twisted behind her. I walked forward towards the guard holding her arm.
"Hey, she's fine, let her go so she can walk, and not have you breaking her arm" I ordered, shoving the guard, making him loosen his grip.
Octavia had turned her head to me, in time to see me get knocked to the railing, roughly, by the young guard that had been holding her arm. "Hey, you can't do that, you ass" She commented, in a high tone. Her guard pulled out his shock baton, quickly I rushed forward, before Octavia would be hit, grabbing her by the elbow, pulling her forward. Past another set of guards.
Looking to her, I took in her appearance, as we walked, releasing her arm. She was older now than her picture was, she was very pretty. With olive skin, and sharp green eyes, her long dark hair was straight. She was about my height, average, she was a bit toned in build. She seemed to be observing me as well. With dark hair that almost matched hers, but with a natural wave and a rustic tint to it, in some lightings it'd come off as a dark bloody color, otherwise it was nearly pitch black, with a dull red shine to it. Alike her I had green eyes, but they were more like my mothers, a bolder shade of green, unlike Octavia's own pair. My skin was pale, alike that of my fathers. I was toned as well.
"Jonah" She greeted quietly, not wanting to be over heard, as we walked, she went on in the low tone, "where do you think they're taking us?" She questioned, as we went down some stairs.
I looked straight ahead, debating on my answer. Do I tell her the truth? No, not yet. I then replied, "No clue, floating us probably" I responded. We were then stopped by a pair of guards in a doorway, handed a change of clothes, and boots.
I then saw my mother walk up, "you four with me." She ordered leading myself, Octavia and two other girls behind us with her. While a man had ordered the boys in front to go with them.
Being lead to another side of the wall, my mother, keeping an emotionless face, and tone as she spoke again, "Change quickly." She ordered. Her green eyes looking to me carefully.
I turned my back to her, Octavia and the other two girls with us. Taking off the sleeping pants I had been given when I was arrested. Stripping them off, replacing them with the pair of dark blue jeans that had been given to me. Then the pair of black shoes, taking the time to tie them, and tuck the bunny ear shaped strings into each shoe, under the tongue. Instead of taking of the sleep shirt, to change it, I threw the other shirt I'd been given on. Not wanting to have anyone see what was hidden under my shirt, also, if we were going to the ground, who know how cold it would be, or if we would need fabrics down there. I then pulled on the black weather jacket that had been handed to me. zipping it up quickly.
"Follow me" My mother ordered us, leading the way back to the group, "Single file line" She ordered, once the three girls went to get in line, I had been pulled me back, pulled into an embrace. I held her close. She then moved away from me, reaching to something in her pocket, putting whatever it was into my jacket pocket, then reached into the back of her pants, "Hide this in your pants, don't show it till you absolutly need to." she whispered, holding out a hand gun. Looking at it, I looked at her in shock, she spoke again, "Take it, it's got a full clip, use each bullet carefully, take it now" She ordered. Reluctantly, I took it from her, hiding it into the back of my pants as well, where it would be hidden. Once, hidden my mother then kissed my forehead, "We love you, not use all of your skills to your advantage, not make it look like I shoved you alright?" She ordered, quietly and quickly.
I turned away from her, walking back around the corner, staging a small fall, catching myself.
"Back in like" My mother ordered, forcibly grabbing me by the arm and pulled me back behind Octavia. Playing the role very well. She then turned her back on me, walking to inspect every other teen that followed behind me.
Octavia looked at me, I shook my head, stopping her from asking anything or saying a word. She continued to walk, me walking behind her. We then came to a slowing halt, we could hear a countdown.
"I don't think we're being floated" someone ahead whispered.
I looked past everyone, seeing Clarkes mother and my father, his arms crossed, eyes going from each individual, assessing each of us, as we walked by. When his eyes met me, they changed, from evaluating to something sad. He walked forward, stopping me from walking forward, he looked me over, studying my face. As I studied him looking up at the tall man, his seeing his dark hair, that waved like mine did. His tan skin, his dark brown eyes seemed to be saying everything, he didn't dare speak aloud. This could be the last time we'd see each other, ever. I just nodded, giving a small reassuring smile, though I myself was worried about myself of course, but I was more worried Octavia, Clarke, Wells and the rest of these teens well being, they had no idea what was going to happen, what was even going on. They, or we could die a terrible, painful death.
"It's okay Kane" I whispered, pushing past him, not wanting to dwindle in the moment, or to cry, as I wanted to. Tears would do neither of us any good. Quickly, I looked to Abby, Clarkes mother, mouthing quietly, "I'll watch her back" talking about her daughter, she gave a nod, as if thanking me. Then a tall boy, with goggles, behind me was asking about his friends, I couldn't see his face, but he must've been shoved back into line and told to shut up. As he had stopped talking entirely.
"Hey, he's probably ahead of us, or behind us somewhere" I whispered aloud, so he could hear me. I wasn't sure he did.
We all then entered a doorway, there was a dim white teal light, each of us going in one by one, directed to go up a latter or to go left or right. Octavia had been motioned to go up, all the way, while I was motioned to go to the second floor. I did as I was told. Meeting yet another guard, who pointed me at a seat, I took my seat and the guard tightly strapped me into the seat that was mounted on a wall. Then walked off to strap someone else in. Looking up, I saw Wells already strapped up across for me, his eyes, were looking around the room, as others stared at him, most were likely staring at him with hatred. As he should be, the dumbass was going to get killed.
Clarke was than brought in, on a stretcher, did they have to knock her out? They then strapped her into a seat, next to Wells, in the middle of the ship. Stupid idea. She'd probably curse and make his ride down worse, then it already was going to be. A few more kids were strapped down. A small girl, with blond hair was strapped into the seat next to mine, her feat barely touched the ground. She seemed to be scared, unsure of what was going on. She looked about twelve in age, my mind went back to the list. Then I remembered the name that went with this little girls face, Charlotte. She had been arrested for apparently assaulting a guard, shortly after her parents were executed.
In a low whisper tone, I tried to give her comfort, "It's alright. We'll be alright, think of this as a ride"
She then looked at me, "What's going on?" He voice was frantic.
Seeing no harm in telling her the truth, us all being strapped in now. Just waiting for the countdown to be over, so I answered her, "We're being sent to earth"
Our conversation came to an end, as the countdown stopped and the room, this ship had jerked downwards.
"What was that!" Someone demanded, frantic, just like this little girl was.
"We're being detached from the Ark" I answered simply. Causing a panic it'd seem as a few people started talking.
Clarke shortly woke up, as the talking quieted, as if everyone excepted that we weren't on the Ark anymore. She still looked as if she was in a drug induced daze. Well, up till she saw Wells sitting next to her.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She demanded, her tone harsh. I turned my attention away from them, observing everyone.
"I don't want to be here" The girl next to me almost whimpered.
I looked to her, not sure what to really do. "Well, here we are. This maybe our only ways not to be floated. At least we have a chance, to live on earth." I looked away from her, as her attention on me, "I highly doubt your parents would want you to rot on the Ark, not when there was a chance for you -" I was interrupted by the ship rocking around, and the lights going off and back on. "That was the atmosphere, bring us in" I said quietly, mostly to myself, trying to reassuring myself.
Then screens on the wall, followed by a high pitch screech, lit up. The image of the chancellor, Jaha, Wells's father. His image spoke.
"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" I rolled my eyes, he wasn't even going to tell everyone aboard this ship the reason for this, the truth. That the Ark was dying. "We have no idea what is waiting for you down there. If the odds of survival were better, we would've sent others." He paused then went on, "Frankly, we're sending you because your crimes have made you expendable."
I rolled my eyes at the screen, Jaha seemed to draw out, and made sure we all heard that we were expendable. Seemed someone else agreed, speaking up, "Your dad is a dick, Wells." whom ever it was earned a few chuckles.
As the chancellor went on, "Those crimes will be forgiven, your records whipped clean. The drop site has been chosen carefully. Before the last war Mount Weather-" The image of Jaha was then replaced by colorful squares, as we were loosing the footage. "- was a military base, built within a mountain." Jaha's face was back, "It was to be stocked with enough non perishables to sustain 300 people for up to two years."
My attention was than drawn to some dip-shit floating around. He must've unstrapped himself. "Spacewalker, strikes again" Someone called. I shook my head, recalling this morons crimes. He wasted a few months worth of oxygen, doing an unpermitted space walk. He deserved to be here in my book. The morons in their seats were cheering for the moron.
I looked to the girl next to me, "Do not unstrap yourself." I ordered, looking back at, Finn, the Spacewalker, the moron out of his seat. It seemed, Clarke and Wells were the only ones in the same mindset, "Fucking moron"
Wells instructing the moron to strap back in, before we landed. Just as two more idiots decided to unstrap themselves.
"You two, stay put if you want to live" Clarke barked at them. They didn't seem to care, seeing how they were unstrapped from their seats. Morons!
Then the chancellor cut out again, just as the ride started getting rougher. Causing the morons that unstrapped themselves to fly in random directions, gas and sparks started to fly. I held on tight to my belts, that held me to the wall. The lights started flickering, more sparks flew. The thrusters should've started back up. Something was wrong. Then there was a loud thud. We've landed, I assume. The lights then turned on, just as the engines had gone off. Quickly, I unbuckled myself, heading my way to the latter.
"Listen, no machine hum." someone pointed out, a moment later, all of their belts, popped unlocking in unison. As I climbed down the latter, Clarke had asked if a kid was breathing. I had to beat everyone to the door, before anyone was stupid enough to open it and kill us all. On the lower level I was thankful, the door hadn't been damaged. The inside of this ship is safe. Good.
As if by bad luck, someone had yelled about the door being down here. Causing a sea of people to rush down. Then people started rushing down to the lower level
"Back it up!" I yelled, taking some form of order, as did some other guy did. A tall guy, looked relatively handsome, he wasn't on the list. He's not a prisoner. I didn't recall being told of any guard joining us, then again my mother might have left that out. I then turned to the door, looking for the lever to open it, however the guy. The guard had found it. I walked over towards the handle. Not to stop him, but in a somewhat eager feeling. To open the door.
Before the handle could be pushed, Clarke had climbed down the latter, causing everyone to stop and look at her, watching her walk forward.
Frantic, as she spoke, "Jonah, The air could be toxic" Her eyes pleading.
The man, the guard, turned to her, "If the air's toxic, we're all dead, anyway"
"I rather die knowing I tried going outside than dying in here" I informed her taking hold of the lever once again, about to pull it down. Stopping once I heard a familiar voice.
"Bellamy?" Someone questioned. Everyone turned to Octavia. Bellamy? As she walked through the crowd i then realized.
Everyone seemed top realize she was the girl they hid under the floor, whispering started up.
Bellamy was smiling at his little sister, "My god, look how big you are. Octavia then hugged Bellamy, her brother. I couldn't hide the smile. She had her family with her, even down here.
Than she seemed taken back realizing her brother was dressed as a guard. "What the hell are you wearing, a guard's Uniform?"
"I borrowed it, to get on the drop ship" Bellamy quickly explained. So he wasn't a guard. "Some has got to keep an eye on you."
They then hugged again, then Clarke spoke up, "Where's your wristband?"
"Do you mind? " Octavia questioned, "I haven't seen my brother in a year" Then in the crowd , Clarke included seemed shocked. By the information. On the Ark, there was a rule, only on child per-family. It was a crime otherwise. Their mother must've been executed, floated into space. While Octavia was arrested, just for existing.
"No one has a brother" Some chipped up, then everyone started speaking up, singling Octavia out.
"That's Octavia Blake, the girl they found hidden under the floor!" Some girl yelled.
Octavia was about to jump and attack everyone. Thankfully, her brother stopped her, "Octavia, no" He whispered pulling her back, and placing her on the other side of him, closer to me, so he was facing me and her back was to me.
I then spoke up, "Let's give them something else, to remember you for." I suggested, grabbing hold of the handle again, "Being the first person to set foot on earth for example. "
"In a hundred years" Bellamy emphasized. He then looked up at me nodding, as a signal to open the door.
Not that I needed it, as I pulled down the lever. As I pulled it, everyones breathing seemed to stop. The large door slowly opened up. Shining in the bright light of the sun, causing me to shield my eyes, taking one step past the entrance, being stopped by Bellamy, whom had put his arm in front of me. Allowing his sister to walk down slowly. It was so beautiful. Prettier than I ever dreamed. Smell heavenly.
Octavia then leapt off the edge of the door, on to the dirt ground. She threw her arms in the air, inhaling air, just before she yelled in glee, "We're back, bitches!" At that moment everyone rushed out, nearly stomping on one another. I put an arm around Octavia, after her brother had let her go.
"Now, that's an entrance to remember, if I do say so myself." I whispered to her, she just smiled and walked off, I began to follow her, in a trance, looking at how gorgeous the scenery was, for being mostly various shades of green, it was an improvement over my stupid wall up on the Ark.