Fear (The 100)

The Forty-Nine

Cal's eyes blink open to light shining down on her face, but it's not sun bright, no it's lamp bright, like on the Ark. Cal opens her eyes fully, scared she's back in her cell or worse, with her mother again, but what she sees are square panels on the roof with lights under them. Cal sits up on the side of the white bed she's in and she looks around confused.

White walls surround her along with white everything else. It's like she's in the snow, but it's not cold. Well, almost not cold. When Cal puts her feet down on the ground she takes them back quickly after the cold sting of the tiles. She puts them back down on the ground and decides to tough through it.

She looks down at the pain in her arm and rips out the needle in it. She doesn't wipe the blood from her arm, she's had worse. She stands up, walking around the room and to the white door with a small circle window. She looks across the hall and spots someone staring out the window at her room. "Harper!" Cal yells, but she must not hear her because Harper continues shouting herself.

Where am I?

She looks at the numbers on Harper's door and memorizes them, 102-9. She repeats it over and over in her mind until she knows it stuck. She then sighs and walks back to the bed, sitting on it for some rest. If she's not going to get out anytime soon, might as well get some sleep out of it.

The next time she wakes up, she only just realizes the white clothes she's wearing. She scoffs. "Great. White like everything else in this room." She stands up again and cocks her head at the round thing hovering above the door. "Holy fuck-that's a camera." She walks up to it and tries to tap on it, but she can't reach. "I've never seen one of these before. Only read about them."

Cal turns her head to the door and sees Harper no longer in the room across from her, instead someone else in a hazmat suit. She looks around for anything she can grab and sees the IV drip. She cocks her head at it and debates.

That's what Clarke would do, right? She asks herself.

"Fuck it." She says, walking to the drip and shoving it through the window in the door, she clears the glass from it so she won't get cut and opens the doorknob from the outside. She carefully treads her way to the person and grabs hold of their neck, choking them. They gasp for air but Cal doesn't stop.

"Please." They beg. "I can tell you where the girl went."

Cal lets go and the person falls to the ground. "Where?" She asks sternly. "Where is Harper? Jasper, Fox, Raven, Miller? Where is my sister?"

"They're fine. Level five." The person gasps out and hands her a keycard. Cal doesn't know where it leads to, but she doesn't care, she races down the hall in search of a door instead. She finds one, swiping the card and entering an elevator. She's only read about those like almost everything on Earth.

She presses the number five and she runs out of the elevator and around a corner, only to find her sister there holding someone hostage with a piece of glass. Cal walks up beside her, but Clarke swipes at her, getting her cheek. "Ow, asshole. I know you don't know me well, but damn."

"Cal?" Clarke asks as Cal looks in front of them. There's people, families, having dinner. Food being passed around and everything.

"Containment breach!" A woman says, pointing at them. "Containment breach!" She yells louder this time and sirens go off, letting the girl Clarke was holding hostage run off. The families scream and clamor around the room, the dining room, Cal assumes.

Guards turn the corner and aim guns at them as the sisters look at each other. "Where the hell are we?"

***

Cal tries to get out of her restraints but struggles just as her sister is trying as well. The door opens and Cal looks up to the seven people walking in, glaring at them.