(Hey there, this is Throne. This is my first fanfic, so please go easy on the comments. I will try my best to not bore you with all the storytelling, but it is necessary for the progression of the characters. So hang in there and don't lose faith. I hope you like it, and here we go. "What if the hundreds were altered by someone's death? What benefits and what consequences will come from it? I guess we'll have to find out.")


The Ark, a few months until the Dorp. The echoes of shoes moving across a metallic floor could be heard in all the cells of the prison. The constant tapping of keys moving against each other as a figure walks towards one of the cells, dressed in a black guard's uniform. He waves his hand towards one of the other guards on post and says, "Open cell 216." The guard's voice was laced with authority. The other guard nods and opens the door. It unlocks with a mechanical click as the door slowly starts pushing itself away from the wall and swings open. The squeaking sound as it moves across the metal floor was deafening, sending chills down everyone in the prison each time it opened, only cementing someone's fate.

The figure walks in and says, "Wake up, prisoner 216," said the guard as he stares at the prisoner on the bed covered in blankets, not moving. The noise caused by the guard awakens prisoner 216 as he tries to reorientate himself to his new surroundings. All that he knew was that his head hurt like a constant throbbing pain trying to burst out of his skull. His eyes kept on trying to close, but he forced them open. He needed to get more information on where he was. He looked around, but nothing's familiar. The wall seems to be a grayish metal, old, maybe a ship, he thought. It had the same type of feeling and smell, old rusting metal all around. As he continues to look around, he notices more details that made him think this was not normal. The bed he was on was made out of iron. There was a metal toilet, a metal washing area. It seems as if he was in a prison cell, but why? The last thing he remembers was going to sleep, watching his favorite TV show. How is he in a prison cell? As he tried to get further information and seek out help, he noticed something that scared him. Across from him, on the other side of the wall, there stood a man holding what looked to be a baton, dressed in a black uniform. On closer inspection, he noticed that the guard had an Ark patch on his sleeve. This caused his mind to go into overdrive, trying to soak up as much information as he could. He couldn't believe what was happening. Was he really in his favorite TV show? And judging from where he is, this must be the prison that the 100 were in. Looking more closely, he started noticing details from the episodes that he's seen before in the first season. Yes, he thought, this is the prison cell, kind of like what Clark had, but a little different. This seems to be a lot older, a lot more used, he thought as his mind was running through more possibilities. He heard noises coming from the other side of the cell. "Prisoner 216, stand and face the wall." The prisoner looks at the guard to see if he recognizes him. He notices that the guard seems to be around his mid-30s, holding a shock stick in his hand. He was a foot taller than himself, judging by his uniform. He looks to be in a high position in the Ark guard.

After the guard spoke, prisoner 216 stood up and said to the guard, "I'm sorry, I think there's been a misunderstanding. I'm not supposed to be here. My name is Mason Gray. I don't belong here." He says with a very pleading look on his face. But the guard stands there and looks at him. It seems like his words did not even register with him. As he walks into the cell and reaches for Mason's hand, fearing for his own safety, his first instinct was to fight. So when the guard came closer, he quickly tightened his fist and swung forward with all his strength, hitting the guard straight in the face, knocking him backwards towards the door, landing on the floor. The guard covered his face with his hand, he had a hideous expression on his face as if someone's killed his dog, but there was fire in his eyes as he tried to reorient himself.

After seeing the guard on the floor, Mason stepped out of his cell, staring at his new surroundings, trying to see what was going on. When suddenly his body froze after seeing characters from his favorite TV show, the 100, on the other side of the balcony, each of them on different levels of the prison. As he begins seeing their faces one by one, he was in shock. He thought this was all a dream. But now he knew that this was really the Ark. After seeing Octavia, Murphy, Clarke, and even Finn, he knew that this was no longer a dream but a reality. He was in his favorite TV show. But before he could comprehend how or why, the guard that he had just knocked to the floor came from behind him and hit the side of his head with his baton and kept on hitting him until other guards came. After seeing blood coming out of the nose of one of their own, they joined in and started hammering him with more kicks, punches, and a few more swings of their batons. Once they were all done teaching Mason a lesson, they dragged him back to his cell and left him there on the floor, bloodied and unconscious, with no first aid, not caring if he lives or dies.

As time moved on, Mason still did not move. Even some of the other prisoners began to get a little worried for him, not daring to get any closer than they have for fear of the guards' retaliation against them. Hours have passed, and Mason still has not moved from where they left him. After a while, the prisoners began to prepare themselves to go to sleep. The lights turn off every day at exactly 12:00 P.M. No one wants to be left outside of their cells at night. There are rumors that say that if you are left outside of your cell, you will no longer be seen again, a superstition that has been passed down from prisoner to prisoner. No one has ever dared to test the theory if it's true or not, just the whispers make everyone scared enough.

As they were all preparing to get into their beds, the lights were turned off, plunging the entire prison into darkness. As everyone starts to fall asleep, they begin hearing the sounds of someone in pain, making the silent night even more scarce as his screams of pain and agony continue to reverberate against all the walls in the prison. The prisoners become more irritated by his constant screaming. Some of the other prisoners began to yell at Mason's cell and said, "Shut up, go to sleep," said one of the male prisoners. "Yeah, shut up, go to sleep, asshole," said a female prisoner a few cells down from Masons.

But even with their constant attack, the screaming only intensified. And then everyone finally reached their breaking point. All the inmates in the prison started to wake up and start slamming their hands against the cell door, saying, "Get him out, get him out." With the constant banging and noise coming from the prison, it alerted the guards on duty of the commotion, and they began rushing towards the prison door. Once it opened, they heard the constant screaming of all prisoners. On further investigation, they found that all of this was coming from cell 24. As they slowly start walking towards it to see what was happening, they found prisoner 216 screaming and holding onto his leg. The head guard on night shift signaled to one of his coworkers to unlock the cell. As it opens and he walks in, he sees that the prisoner was in agony. He ordered one of his guards to check on him. "Daniel, go inside, check what's wrong," the head guard continues watching his soldier as he walks into the cell. As he gives orders to other guards to call for a medic, he knew that Daniel had some medical training since his mother was a nurse and she was teaching him to become one as well until he switched careers and became a guard.

Daniel steps into the cell and begins to do a basic check-up, poking different places on Mason's body, seeing if there's anything truly broken. When he touched one of the legs, he felt multiple fractures in different places. From his knowledge, he knew that this type of injury will take months to heal. Knowing that the guard already knew what was going to happen, and he already felt sorry for the young man in front of him. Knowing that he will not get any treatment for this type of injury, it would be a waste of resources. He got up from the floor and told his commander, "Sir, he has multiple fractures in his right leg. It's curable, but it will waste too many resources, sir," the guard said with a saddened look on his face. The head guard looking at him with the same expression, both already knowing of what was going to happen. Every guard is taught one rule above all others, never waste resources. That means if any injury surpassing that of a band-aid occurs in the prison, it means that the execution of that prisoner will be pushed forward in order not to waste any resources on injured prisoners.

Just when the guard was about to call someone to take the body away, the sounds of running across the corridor could be heard as medics came rushing through the door, asking, "What happened?" She asked. The guard answered, "We started to hear screaming coming from the cell. When we opened the door, he was inside like this. We did a basic checkup on him, it seems he has a broken foot, maybe even a broken ankle," the head guard said. The medic looks at him with shock and disbelief in her eyes, "What? How can that be possible?" The guard did not say a word; he just shrugged his shoulders and walked away.

As the guard began walking away, the medic took over the scene and started giving first aid to the prisoner. "You're okay now, what's your name?" She asked the figure laying on the floor with gritted teeth. He said, "Mason." The medic looked kindly at the figure as he spoke his name, "Well, nice to meet you, Mason. My name is Abby Griffin. I'm gonna check on you so stay still and try not to move, okay?" As he looks up at Abby in the flesh, he was shocked. He knew all her secrets, all her pain. But as he sees her now, she has not been touched by the demons of her future. She is nothing but pure light and honest. Now there are no signs of the destroyed, addicted woman she became. He knows the future, but it seems that he will not be able to use his knowledge. He can feel his body losing strength; he knows he's going to die. As he looks at her, he sees the future version Abby, the one who dies to protect her daughter again and again above all else, but also a caring doctor, one who tries to save everyone she can to the best of her abilities even though sometimes it's not enough she tries. He felt touched by her caring tone and the way she spoke to him even though he knew his injuries were fatal and that he probably would not make it. He still felt a sense of gratitude towards her for making his final moments a little happier.

Once she was done talking with Mason, she looked up to the guard and asked him, "What happened?" The guards there didn't answer any questions until their superior came and took over the questioning. To the commander's surprise, it was her who came, but he quickly masked his surprise and spoke gently, "Like my guard told you earlier, prisoner 216 received rehabilitation therapy this morning. About an hour and a half later, screaming was heard coming from his cell. One of my guards came in and found him holding his right leg. My guards did a preliminary checkup and found that his right leg has multiple fractures. Can you confirm this?" Said the head supervisor. "Rehabilitation therapy, huh? Your guys are really coming up with some new stuff, aren't they, Marcus...?" She said with a questioning look in her eyes as she starts observing the prisoner's state. Marcus replies in a gentle tone, "Abby, please, not here." He says it with a very pleading look in his eyes. Seeing him pleading like that makes her feel a little sorry for the words she used. "Okay, fine, I won't say anything, but remember, I know the difference, Marcus." As she slowly starts staring at the injuries indicating that she knew exactly what happened as she looks up towards him, they both nodded in understanding of what was to happen.

So, with gentle hands like a mother caring for a child, she slowly starts moving her hands across Mason's body, finding other injuries that were not listed like the concussion and a bunch of scrapes and cuts that are still bleeding and looks to be infected judging by the abrasions in the ribs. He must have been kicked or punched hard. She could feel at least two broken ribs, maybe a few fractures. The leg injury he has is the least of his worries, she thought as she starts looking up towards his face, seeing that he looks very charming. She smiles at him and says, "Don't worry, I'll get you fixed up in no time. Just go to sleep for a little while. It'll all be okay." She slowly goes into her bag and pulls out a syringe. Then she plunges the syringe inside of a vial and starts taking out a greenish liquid. Once she's finished filling it up, she squeezes out the air from the syringe, letting some of the liquid leak out. Once she was ready, she tied a rubber scrap on Mason's arm. Once it was tight, she looked for a vein and slipped the needle inside. As the green liquid slowly starts entering his body, he starts feeling more and more tired as his eyes become heavier and heavier until slowly he drifts away into sleep.

But right when he felt himself drifting away, Mason used whatever strength he had left. He grabbed Abby's arm and told her, "Trust the grounders. The mountain is your enemy." Abbey was shocked. She didn't know what it meant. She felt scared. What did he mean? Who are the grounders? What mountain was he talking about? As she sees everyone around her staring, she pushes her thoughts towards the side and picks up her stethoscope and listens for a heartbeat. It can barely be heard, slowly drifting away until eventually it stopped completely. Once she has confirmed that he is no longer alive, she turns towards Marcus and says, "This can never happen again, Marcus. I cannot keep covering up for you. These injuries are very obvious. He was beaten to death. Which of your guards did this to him, tell me...!" She said with a very angry look on her face as tears almost come out of her eyes, but she held them back, not wanting to show weakness in front of others. As Marcus looks into her eyes, he could not find any words to deny what she knew. He just couldn't make himself lie to her. All he could do was just put his arms around her and say, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen," he says trying to make her understand. "Marcus, he was a child just like Clarke. How could you condone this?" She said as tears almost threatened to break out. "Abby, I promise you I will figure out what happened. I will discipline someone. I will not let it happen again," he said in a cold and murderous voice. Having to cover up for someone else's mistake was not what he wanted to do today, but it seems like God had other plans for him.