Three years. That's exactly how much time passed since I'm locked in the Sky Box. Only a year left until I will turn eighteen and I'm going to be floated for my crimes.
97 years have passed since a nuclear apocalypse killed everyone on Earth, leaving the planet simmering in radiation. Fortunately, there were survivors. 12 nations had operational space stations at the time of bombs. There is now only the Ark, one station forged from the many. We're told that the Earth needs another 100 years to become survivable again. Four more space-locked generations, and man can go home, back to the ground.
Unfortunately, the Ark didn't had so much time left. So, we need to go on Earth more early, not knowing exactly what awaits for us down there. My dad was one of the people who secretly knew about project Exodus, but he was killed for his crime.
On the Ark every crime is punished with the immediately death if you have over 18 years. If not, you're locked on the Sky Box until you have 18 years, and after they technically can forgive you, but actually, this never happened. No one ever was reviewed.
If you are lucky enough, you can stay with another person in your cell. I was lucky. I lived half of my time with Octavia Blake. But, because my bad habits, now I am living on isolation. I don't know how I didn't get crazy until now. Probably I will soon.The door opened, and I raised to my feet looking confused at the two guards.
"Prisoner 314, face the wall." I looked at them with a question stare.
"Why?" I asked lowly. Something was strange. When they brought me the food they didn't talk with me, and for the visits, nobody came to me.
"Keep quiet!" ordered the other guard and I followed the order. I know that isn't good to mess up with the guards. Actually, this is the reason for being here.
"Hold out your arm," he added and I saw how he opened a box, full with silver wristbands. I followed the order, gulping. When the men put the thing on my arm, I felt a small pain, but I bit my lip trying not to show fear.
They grabbed my hand and dragged me violently outside. I could see the others prisoners being dragged outside out too. Something had to changed. Maybe the oxygen last less that my dad thought.
"I don't understand. The rules had changed?" I whispered not expecting any answer.
I hit one of the guard right in his eyes, and then I ran away pushing all the people on my way. I knew exactly where I was going. To see Thelonius. I was going to beg for my life.
I was almost there when I felt the pain on my back from the guards electrical stun baton. I fell on my knees trying to breathe correctly but my vision was already darker.
I woke up on a chair tied with some red seatbelt. My back was still hurting like hell and I was very dizzy.
"Are you alright?" asked a blonde girl next to me and I nodded smiling at her. I heard a crash and I looked at the blonde girl near me."What was that?" I asked in a very low voice.
"That was atmosphere." another voice answered.
I closed my eyes trying to remember everything my dad said to me since I was born. The turbulences made my stomach weak and I really tried not to faint.
"Prisoners of the Ark, hear me now. You've been given a second chance," I followed the very well known voice and there, on a small monitor appeared the face of Jaha.
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Constellation - Bellamy Blake
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