Nothing But Home

Felix

(Whoa look at this picture. I'm getting a feeling that maybe getting mouth, nose and earrings are illegal. Can't wait to see if the other delinquents have 'rings!)

Felix Maybelle only stares at the plate of potatoes, sitting statically about a meter from where he sits on the ground. It's been painful to do, but he has managed not to eat a single piece of food placed in his cell for a good three days. He does know though, that he can't wait forever. Once he passes out from malnutrition, guards will come in and take him to the nearest medical center and hook him up to some magical food device. It's already happened twice.

He turns over to the wall to his right, opposite to the wall the bed lies on, and stares at the lines that have been engraved in it. They're tally marks. Like most prisoners put in solitary confinement, he keeps track of how many days he's been stuck in the pit. 49 days at the moment, and counting. He was lucky enough to be thrown in a jail cell with a window on top, where he can see the beautiful Earth pass above. He was lucky enough to know what one day was. A whole cycle around the Earth, starting at the Alaskan Peninsula, and ending at the Alaskan Peninsula.

Felix doesn't know much about the history of the Earth, just that there were the twelve original countries who had owned the original stations, the ones that band together to create the Ark.

Felix looks back at the plate of potatoes, his stomach growling at him, as if a mythical beast attempting to slay his insides. Soon, he gives into the temptation and crawls to it. As he picks up the fork and stabs it into the mound of mush, the door behind him opens. He turns, getting a glimpse of who is in the doorway. It's a guard.

"Prisoner 256, please give me your arm," the guard commands as Felix gets to his feet. Although the guard said it with a "please," he's sure not to have meant it with one.

Felix isn't one to ask questions, and obediently holds them out for the guard. He pulls out a metal wristband and unclips it, about to put it onto Felix's arm. Felix then notices the needles jabbing out from the inside of the band. Pulling his arm away instinctively, he clenches his teeth. "What is that?"

"Give me your arm," the guard repeats sternly. Felix squeezes his eyes shut, then blinks them open and holds out his arm. The guard clips the band onto his arm and clamps it shut. It lets out a high-pitched hissing, signalling that it's locked on for good. The guard then proceeds to pull Felix, rather harshly, out of the jail cell. There, Felix watches in surprise as other prisoners are being ushered out of their cells. There isn't a cell left untouched. They wait.

Felix then begins to panic, insecure thoughts entering his mind. What if they're going to float him? It's got to be a possibility, anything is. But he isn't even 18 yet, he's just 17! Maybe they need to float all of the prisoners, to make space and conserve more oxygen. Prisoners really are a waste of needed supplies, because after all, they will only be floated at the age of 18. That still isn't a pleasant thought...

More dark thoughts proceed into Felix's mind. He can't take it. He looks to the guard, panic evident in his eyes. "Am I being floated?"

The guard thinks for a moment, and a sly smile spreads across his face. "In a way," he replies, not a hint of humor expressed.

Felix gulps, then turns his head to the left, catching movement down the line of patiently waiting teenagers and guards out of the corner of his eyes. There, turning the corner, is Councilman Bristol. Bristol walks so nonchalantly, suggesting nothing. He stops at the prisoner nearest to him and takes out a transparent pad. He types some commands into it, then tells the prisoner something.

Felix turns away and looks across the railing to the other side. There, he finds a rather pretty girl with long red hair staring right back at her. If it wasn't for the current situation, Felix would have looked away out of embarrassment. He had never done good around girls, and never expected to do so until he graduated. That thought came to a close though, as can be apparent.

Felix looks up at the guard, and finds that he seems to be distracted. He looks around and finds that all of the other guards seem to be off focus as well, staring off into blank space, and Councilman Bristol is too busy talking to prisoners, inputting whatever information given in the pad. Felix sighs and takes a deep, concentrated breath.

And with that, he breaks free of the guards loose, unconcentrated grip, and dashes to the nearest exit.

The guard makes a haphazard attempt to grab at Felix, but fumbles and grabs the prison cell door so that he doesn't fall over. Felix takes one more glance at the guard, then turns back, just as Councilman Bristol grabs him by the collar.

"And where exactly do you think you're going..." He pauses for a moment, raising the pad to his face, a look of satisfaction appearing, "Felix Maybelle?" He hands him over to a guard, who takes his arm with an iron grip. "So, assaulting a guard, huh? What would drive you to do such a--"

Felix spits in Bristol's face, "He was attacking my brother!"

Bristol wipes the saliva from his face with his sleeve, showing no sign of remorse or rage, "A brother, huh? Protecting what you think is right." the Councilman nods, then smiles, "Congratulations, you've earned yourself a spot on the drop ship!" Bristol pats Felix on the shoulder, much to his dismay, then turns to the other guards, "Tag him and bag 'im."

Bristol moves on to the next prisoner and Felix attempts to violently pull away from the guards grip, but the guard doesn't give in. He suddenly hears a loud crack and a sharp pain in his shoulder. With his free arm, he reaches back and tries to grab whatever hit him. He pulls a tranquilizer dart from his back. They shot me with a tranquilizer dart!

He gets light-headed all of a sudden and falls against the wall. Tranquilizer dart in hand, he attempts to stab the guard holding him. The guard lets go and Felix attempts to run away before the guard can take out his whipping stick. But he falls onto his face, and with that, blacks out.

(Well hiya! This is Bramb here and I just want to tell you how excited I am for this. I originally wanted this to be be like a little television show xD but no, I refuse and I will turn this into a book! Go me :) Anyway, each chapter will have a different PoV of the all of the 100, although I might just narrow it to maybe 20 or 30 people (lol, that's a lot!), and I might even have an update on how things are going up on the Ark! Some chapters will be really short, some chapters will be short, and some chapters will be long, and some chapters will be really long! Yay! Yippee skippee..whippie.....dippie......... Bramb out!)