voyager - the 100

01 // the ground

Footsteps pounded down the narrow walkways in the skybox, yells and shouts coming from all the rooms, confused I looked through the small window set tightly in the cell door. Members of the guard were at every door, dragging kids off. My heart sunk and I felt a surge of panic, the council had made the decision to float us and conserve oxygen for the rest of the Ark. This was it.

A sharp knock came at the door. I psyched myself up to face the metal frame and reached out a hand to grasp the doorknob. But of course, I didn't get that luxury, the door slammed open and three members of the guard ran in. None of them spoke a word as they restrained me and fastened a silver cuff to each of my wrists. As they put it on it clamped down and sunk into my skin. Next one of them held both my wrists tightly in his grasp and shoved me toward the opening at the end of the cell, with a sharp intake of breath I followed them out the door. 

Everywhere people were filing out of cells, most had lost, desolate looks on their faces. I scanned the thickening crowd, looking for one face but they were nowhere to be found. Everyone looked angry, upset or panicked and I imagined I looked the same. 

Looking above me I heard a shout from the level above. A girl was screaming and fighting with the guards holding her, her blond hair was whipping around her face as she struggled to get free. As she attempted to kick the guards legs out from under her she swept a look below her. I made eye contact with her, she had bright green eyes and it clicked as to who she was. Clarke Griffin. All I knew about her was that she was locked up to keep a secret, she'd been in solitary confinement since she got here but the skybox was full of rumors about her.

It was out of shock so far that I hadn't asked the guard what was happening or screamed at him as many people around me appeared to be doing. But I was holding out hope that we weren't going to be floated and was desperate to know what was going on. I turned around to look at him.

"What's going on? Where are we going?" I asked, loudly. The guard shot me a hard look and remained stony faced. We continued walking through narrow walkways and down many staircases. I had decided to keep pestering the guard who was holding my wrists although I didn't seem to be getting anywhere. Maybe I would annoy him into talking.

Up ahead was a big mass of people, peering through the thickening crowd I saw a window. It didn't help much though as I hardly knew my way around the ship. Coming to the skybox so young didn't really give me much of a chance to explore however I remembered times when  I used to play hide and seek in the corridors in farm station when we were younger.

Quickly moving on I tried to see forward at what was going on. I was right at the back of the crowd but a few, fleeting whispers were floating back. The guard behind me had let go and moved off to the side, shaking my wrists out I peered forward again. This was a mistake. While looking away everyone else had gotten into a straight line and began to move back. I was immediately tripped over.

"Nice work, loser." Someone above me said, sarcasm dripping from their words, they shot out a hand and I took it gratefully. The person was a boy with lanky brown hair and widespread, twinkling eyes, he grinned at me and turned away. He held that mischievous aura about him, as though he was always up to trouble. 

Smiling slightly, I stood up and moved toward the back of line. Most people were chatting anxiously among themselves, a few were telling everyone (very obnoxiously so) that they knew what was happening. Knowing full well that this was bullshit I continued walking past people to the end of the line. Once there, I shoved my hands into my pockets and tried to see what was happening at the front of the line, it was very hard to see though as I was at the very back of the queue. The girl in front of me turned around, probably hoping to start a conversation. I pretended to not notice her and she eventually turned back around. Right now, I really wasn't in the mood.

Then the line began to move. Slowly we inched forward, now I could kind of see what was happening. The prisoners were climbing up a long ladder, hurried along by the guards standing at the foot of it. Puzzled, I continued to move with the rest of the line. Once again, whispers were slowly travelling back to where I stood. The girl in front of me began talking excitedly though I could only catch of few snippets of pretty useless stuff.

Finally I was at the front of the queue, apprehensively I looked at the cold, metal ladder. Slapping a hand down onto a high rung, I looked below at the guards.

"Good luck, kid." One of them said, flashing a genuine smile.

"Why?" I asked, what was happening?

"Kid, you're going to the ground."

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