Earth's Echo (The 100)

The DropShip

I sat in cell curled up in a ball. My knees were up to my chest and I was hugging them, trying to preserve body heat, but no matter how much I shivered I stayed cold. The Ark had shut off most of the heat to the prison area. The Ark. The place I call home.

The Ark is a space station above Earth, it holds the entire human population, which is approximately around 2,500 people. Yeah, only that many. About 100 years ago Earth had a nuclear war, destroying most of the human population expect for a few people who escaped, my great grandparents were one of the few who escaped. Ever since then we have lived in this station.

I looked around my dank grey cell waiting for the dreadful moments when the guard showed up. I still remember the first time the guard showed up. He came in alone, and grabbed me. The memories of him kissing my neck, and touching me, haunted my whole being. That is the only reason they kept me around. I was their play toy, all of them. I can't even begin to count how many times they had taken me, and I could do nothing about it because my whole family was dead.

Tears streamed down my face knowing that no matter how many days I spend in this prison cell alive, I spend that many days used. I just wished they I would be floated, just so all this pain would go away.

Footsteps approached the door, making my push myself against the back of cell in hopes to cower and maybe they would take pity on me. The door slammed open revealing blinding light. I squinted to see who was at the door, to see which guard it was today. But who I saw was no guard, but an old friend. "Jackson?"I crocked.

He quickly walked up to my crouching figure and bent down. His warm brown eyes met my dark gray ones. "Echo" He said. "What have they done to you?" He reached up and touched my face probably examining the scars I had gotten from the guards, I flinched away from his touch even though I knew he wouldn't hurt me. "Who did this to you?" He asked anger clearly etched across his face.

"They were worse, but thanks to yours and Doctor Abby's teachings, I was able to mend myself up." I said trying to show that I was getting closer to him. He was just so warm, and his smell of antithetic made me think of better times. "What are you doing here anyway? I'm not allowed to have visitors."

Jackson looked behind him. "They're sending you down to the ground." He said lifting up a silver wristband. "100 juvenile prisoners like yourself."

My heart pounded in my chest. Was what he was saying was true? Was I truly going to escape this hell? Jackson had never lied to my before, I knew he wasn't lying now. I pointed to the silver bracelet. "What is that for?" I asked.

"This will keep track of your vitals when you are down there. This will let us know if the ground is livable." He said. I saw the worry in his eyes like he didn't like this idea.

I nodded holding out my wrist. He clicked the bracelet around my wrist, and I felt the needles go in. I hissed, but held back my pain, just like I always did.

Looking back to Jackson him seemed close to tears. "Promise me you'll be careful, Echo?" He asked. "Who knows what the ground is like now, but I know if anyone could survive down there it would be you." He stood up holding out his hand for me to grab.

I wanted to grab it, but the thought of the human touch disgusted me. I pushed my weak self up on its own. Looking to the door, I saw a guard there waiting. He was one of the guards who took me monthly. He gave me an evil smile as he grabbed my upper arm and yanked me out of the cell. I flinched under his touch.

I looked to Jackson who already had hints of tears in his eyes. "I believe in you Echo." He said. And before I could say anything back I was whisked off with the ground following the rest of the prisoners.