I was sat, facing the wall and doing a new tattoo- bored as always. Raven hadn't been to visit in a long time. She was young mechanic I had met before I got locked away and she was obsessed with my Scottish accent and my red hair, just as I adored her olive skin and rich brown hair. She always visited me when she could, but I heard a rumour that they aren't letting any visitors in at the moment. The tattoo I was doing was in honour of Raven, it was a bird. You know? Because her name's Raven? I'm such a sad person. The side of my eyes crinkled as I chuckled at my own weirdness. I also had one in honour of Clarke and her dad, wherever the hell she got locked up. I can't believe Wells would betray her like that. Although it does seem rather odd he would do that, but I guess it doesn't matter now. It happened.
My mouth formed a grin as a small song came to my mind from when I was free and I began humming and every once in a while doing air guitar to 'American Idiot'. There are so many things about Earth I wish I could learn about. It's my dream to go there, but obviously it's not habitable, and what would I do there? I'd probably die from radiation as soon as I got there. I could hear people yelling and fighting outside and furrowed my eyebrows. Still drawing the tattoo on my arm, I stood and tried to make my way to the door. It opened before I had a chance and I glared at the guard there. "Peter," I greeted bitterly.
"Princess," He spat and then another guard came and I dropped my needle and I was still halfway through it. I took a step back as they advanced and got ready to fight them. "Prisoner 327, face the wall and stick out your arm," The other guard said and I shook my head.
"Why?" I asked, casually glancing between the two suspiciously. Peter pulled out a type of metal bracelet that had pikes on the inside and I glared at it. "If you think that's going anywhere near me, you are surely mistaken, my friend," I growled, and went into the corner of my cell stupidly. They approached me more cautiously now. When I had first got locked up, Peter came in and tried to boss me about and I broke his nose and three ribs. He deserves it. The man himself darted towards me quickly and I punched him in the face, then bolted past him.
It was chaos, not the good kind either. I stood in awe at the many prisoners being took away. We can't have all turned 18 at the same time, something bigger is going on here. As an instinct I started running again and crashed into someone. I found myself staring into a mirror of my own eyes and my jaw opened in shock, as did the boy staring back at me. "Nash?" I asked in disbelief, gripping his arms.
"Astoria?" He whispered and then I felt myself being pulled back.
"He's not 18, get the hell off my brother!" I screamed, kicking at anyone that came in a 1 metre distance. I got many stares, and I didn't care. All I cared about was getting to him and protecting him. I let him get away from me once because of an idiotic slip up and I'm not letting him get away this time even if it kills me. "Astoria!" I heard the familiar voice of Abby Griffin nearing me. I started shaking and relaxing a little as she lead me out of the guard's arms and into hers. "What's going on? Why are they taking Nash? He's not 18," I held the tears in my eyes and didn't let them fall because that what Princesses do. "You aren't being floated, Astoria, you're being sent to Earth," I looked at her and then at the guard that was probably about to press a needle into me to make me fall asleep, but they didn't need it. I passed out just after seeing Nash's horrified face.