Going Down: John Murphy

Chapter ‖ 2 ‖ Pilot

The ship rumbles, the metal panels creaking around them, entering the earth's atmosphere for the first time in almost 100 years.

Murphy stirs beside Kelly, half-conscious as the drug used to put hostile delinquents asleep finally wears off the teenage boy. Over the ship's speakers sounds the voice of Chancellor Jaha, explaining their situation.

They were going to Earth.

The dim lights mixed with the drugs made my vision fuzzy. I took a brief look at my surroundings, not moving my head too much. Teens were in seats or standing along the metal walls with orange-red seatbelts, making an X over their chests.

I only recognized a few people, consisting of Clarke Griffin whom I befriended in science (yeah, we're both nerds when it comes to that class), and Jasper Jordan+Monty Green. The duo was inseparable and unbelievably fun, so I participated in a few pranks with them; that was about it.

I felt bad for Clarke since she was sitting next to her ex, Wells Jaha, the chancellor's son. Talk about a real crime. The contempt seemed to rise behind her eyes as she turned, acknowledging his presence and then speaking to him. I couldn't hear what she said or what he replied with due to the loud machine murmur, but I could tell it wasn't a "long time no see" type conversation but more of a "say one word and I'm unbuckling you right before impact" type exchange.

From what I've heard, Wells ran off to his father after she told him that her father was trying to tell people the truth—that the Ark was dying. In my view, he wanted to be the perfect son and the perfect successor. attempting to gain respect by preventing public discussion. Once the chancellor learned about this from Wells, her dad got floated, and she got secured in solitary.

I couldn't care for what was being said, but it gave me a small smile to see that he was getting treated as he deserved by her.

I knew the guy next to me was an asshole—well, at least not personally, but he always made earth skills 101 class unbearable, so I didn't bother turning to him to ask if he had any insight on the mission.

I glanced down at my wrist to see the wristband still latched onto me. The spokes dug into me with a stinging pinch sensation. I can tell I'm not getting this off anytime soon.

A wide bang rattled the ship, almost as if we had crashed into something. Half of everyone screamed or gasped. The lights flickered on and off for a few seconds. There wasn't a reason to get scared now; we were hurdling through space, and the pressure and force of entering the atmosphere were probably what caused the sound. The dim lights went back on.

"What the hell was that?" Murphy muttered in a dull tone.

"That was the atmosphere," I replied in a still-yet-informative tone.

I turned my head to see the monitor mounted on the wall to my side flash on with a small but high-pitched beep. Seeing Jaha's face didn't make me feel hopeful, not in the slightest. He was just rambling on with his crap.

"Prisoners of the Ark hear me now. You've been given a second chance and as your chancellor, it is my hope that you see this as not just a chance for you but as a chance for all of us, indeed for making itself. We have no idea what is waiting for you down there, if the odds of survival were better we would have sent others frankly, we're sending you because your crimes have made you expendable. If however..."

"Your dads a dick Wells!" Jasper speaks loudly on purpose, hoping to get a rise from Wells, producing laughs from a handful.

I expected Murphy to laugh or add a snarky remark to Jaspers's words, despite how humorless they were. He didn't say a word so I took a glance at him; a lazy smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.

He looked over at me. He was probably going to open his mouth to make a suitably cutting comment about me looking at him, but instead he straightened his head so he was looking forward. I did the same. I tried to take in the chancellor's stab at a motivating speech as he gave out directions.

"The drop site has been chosen carefully. Before the last word Mt. Weather was a military base built within a mountain. It was to be stocked with enough non-perishables to sustain 300 people for up to two years."

As Jahas monotone voice kept informing, a teen wearing an olive green beanie that concealed most of his shoulder-length coal colored hair unbuckled, floated, and did a backflip. A few were dumb enough to be amused.

"Yeah Finn!"

"Spacewalk bandit strikes again" Jasper comments

I heard a few empty-headed girls call out to him.

"Whoo!" "Go Finn!"

He cruised smoothly on his back with his arms crossed over his chest until he was front of Clarke and Wells.

"Check it out, your dad floated me after all" Finn says for a laugh he received from the same girls.

Wells' attitude was firm but I could see the thread of underlying fear.

"You should strap in before the parachutes deploy"

Two more dumbasses wanted to follow Finn's example and eagerly worked on unbuckling themselves. Clarke spoke up before they could accomplish that.

"Hey you two, stay out if you wanna live"

They ignored Clarkes warning as if they had a death wish so I backed her up.

"Cut the risk of being ejected at impact and sit the fuck down."

Both of them immediately buckled back up.

I focused back on Jahas voice.

"Mt. Weather is life, you must locate those supplies, immediately..."

With the dropship becoming uncomfortably warm, the rest was a blur. A tiny bead of sweat began to creep down my cheek. My knuckles turned white as I tightened my grip on the seatbelts.

"You have one job, one responsibility... stay alive. Finally I'm sure you're wondering about those wristbands..."

The two idiots from earlier started floating out their seats.

Stay in your seats! Clarke calls out.

The ship pitched and jolted. The parachutes must've deployed, killing the thrusters.

Finn and the other two flew forcefully and crashed into the dropship's walls. One of them struck some pipes, bursting them open and releasing pressurized gas.

"Finn are you okay?!" Clarke called out to him as the dropship turned cloudy.

Does it look like he's okay? I thought to myself.

The dropship was in an uproar. The disorderly flare-up of outcry rose into a clamor.

My eyes widen at the clamorous scene around me. Sparks fly above where Jasper and Monty are secured to the wall. I closed my eyes and clenched my seatbelt even tighter, no doubt we're mu knuckles white. I braced for impact.

My eyes expand as I observe the chaotic scene around me. Sparks fly above the wall that Jasper and Monty are standing with their backs to. They clung to their seatbelts and lowered their heads to avoid the sparks.

Murphy did the same thing. He typically had a cocky grin, but now it was clenched teeth and a grimace as he held his head down.

I closed my eyes and gripped my seatbelt even more; my knuckles were undoubtedly white.

'See you on the other side, Dad,' I thought to myself as the ship plummeted to Earth.

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I know it's been a month or whatever since I posted the first chapter of this fanfic BUT I finished the next chapter. "OoOOooOoo" ikr? Nah, anyways this is for the people who wanna stick around.

Also if you haven't watched the 100 you should or I'll hunt you down. No seriously. I will. Don't mess with me.

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