I'll be the Bad Guy

Chapter 2: The Other Woman

Earth made me feel heavy and vulnerable. Here, I had to watch where I stepped, I became dirty just by being outside. On the Ark I was a weightless mass floating in a metal spacecraft. I had only ever known cleanliness, and the way the cool concrete floor felt beneath my feet.

Growing up, I would often work with my mom in the medical bay since she was the Ark's lead doctor. I quickly became skilled at minor medical procedures and routines like the Heimlich maneuver or administering medicines. It was in my blood to help others, and the best way I could do that here was to get us food and supplies.

I stood in my dull bubble of realism fiddling with an ancient paper map in my hands. There were complicated, intertwined colorful lines and dozens of names and symbols I couldn't recognize. Luckily, Jaha had X'd off where we had landed, and where Mt. Weather was.

My brow furrowed and disappointment infected my emotions.

"Why so serious, Princess?" A boy's voice came from behind me.

He had brown, long hair and bright blue eyes. I recognized him from the dropship.

"It's not like we died in a fiery explosion." He added with amusement.

I shot him a deathly annoyed glare back.

"You don't like being called Princess, do you Princess?" He took the hint, but his amusement still prevailed.

Ignoring his question, I continued to trace the map in my hands.

"Do you see that peak over there?" I asked pointing towards a mountain in the distance.

"Yeah."

"Mount Weather. There's a radiation-soaked forest between us and our next meal. They dropped us on the wrong damn mountain."

He sighed, brushing off the lethal news.

"Finn." The boy said, holding out his hand.

"What?" I asked.

"My name. Finn." He repeated, smiling.

"Clarke." I took his hand in mine and shook it.

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The council room was grim and sterile looking. It matched the rest of the ship with its grey concrete floors, matching walls, and silver metal table sitting in the center. There were 8 chairs set up around the circular table, one for each of the station leaders, one for Sinclair, and one for the Chancellor.

Jaha, Abby, Kane, Sinclair, and 4 other council members took their places accordingly. Sinclair is technically not a member of the council, although his professional opinion is valued heavily in issues like this.

The atmosphere was tense with their actions dwelling over each of them like the grim reaper.

Jaha was the first to speak.

"Dear members of my council, I have called on you today to discuss the fate of the 100 prisoners we have sent down to earth." He paused and looked to Abby to continue.

She inhaled sharply and continued where he had left off.

"As you all know, with our oxygen supply lessening by the day, an action this drastic was necessary for the survival of the human race. We sent 100 criminals- teenagers to earth in hopes that we can follow them down shortly. Their absence has only bought us 2 more weeks of air, meaning we have to act fast."

Abby had lines of stress decorating her face, and purple stained under her eyes from lack of sleep. She drowned in worry for Clarke, much like Jaha did for Wells, all though he did not show it so casually.