SOLDIER
book one
It's been 97 years since a nuclear explosion radiated life on Earth and life support on The Ark is now failing. In a desperate attempt to grant the citizens of the SpaceCraft more time, 100 juvenile delinquents are sent down to the...
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VIVIENNE'S fingers delicately traced every crack and chip in the old metals that formed her cell, walls she'd grown familiar with over the last four years since her arrest. The cool touch of metal sent chivers crawling up her arm and down her spine, making her pull the thin material she called a blanket tight around her body.
With each trail her fingertips drew along the disheveled wall, came another memory- those of a life that felt like centuries ago: racing through the empty hallways of The Ark past curfew with a young Clarke Griffin and Wells Jaha, or the endless nights spent with her best friends, shamelessly giggling over boys who were far too old for them.
Though life wasn't so simple anymore. Days dragged on, each one more dreaded than the last, and years felt like eons. There was no space to race around anymore, and there certainly wasn't any older boys to gush about.
Now, Vivienne's only friend was the quiet thirteen year old she called her cellmate- Charlotte. Charlotte didn't speak much, if ever. The loudest she ever was being the screams and cries she made in her sleep, and Vivienne knew barely anything about the dirty-blonde girl.
Despite this, their bond was tight. Vivienne was always there to comfort Charlotte from her nightmares and they both knew they were all each other had, aside from Vivienne's Grandmother who visited every chance she got.
As Vivienne dropped her arm away from the wall, a peaceful silence settled over their cell and she slipped her cold fingertips beneath the hem of her loose, white top, seeking warmth. Across the room, Charlotte lay still on her bed, twiddling with the end of her braid as she got lost in thoughts of her own.
But peace never lasts long.
Suddenly, the cell door clicked, jolting both girls upright from their solitude as it creaked open. Sliding out from the comfort of her bed, Vivienne set her feet flat on the floor as she watched two guards enter the room, their arms held behind their backs.
"Prisoner's 2-3-5 and 1-4-7," the shorter of the two guards started, both stopping at the ends of the girls' beds. "Stand up and face the wall," he commanded, his voice monotone and deep.
Vivienne studied the guards, her eyes flickering between them and Charlotte, who now stood at the side of her own bed. "Why?" she asked cautiously, catching the bruised knuckles of the taller guard slip out from behind his back, traces of blood staining his pale skin.
"Just turn around," the taller guard spoke slowly, his right fist clenching as his left reached for the electric baton tucked in the back of his trousers. Without a word, Vivienne glanced at Charlotte once more with a small nod before turning her back to the two men, urging for the young girl to do the same.
