Strife - The 100

Chapter 1

Anastasia POV

"Don't make me repeat myself," the guard tone harden when I didn't made any motion to move under his order. "Face the wall, prisoner 208."

"Finally boys," I smirked at them, my stance never faltering. "I thought you have forgotten about little old me. I turned eighteen two months ago and I didn't even get you guys to sing me happy birthday. You break my heart."

I jutted out my bottom lip innocently but my eyes told everything, I was just taunting them after they kill me. My body went rigid as one of the guard shoved me against the wall, my face squished against the grey cell wall that I have been staring at for years. I struggled on his grip as he restrained both of my wrists behind me. When I felt something poking my thigh, I knew I couldn't let the opportunity slide.

Flipping my hair to the side and away from my face, I shot the guard a fake flirtatious smirk, batting my eyelashes in innocence.

"Is that you're gun or are you just too excited to see me, officer?"

He just glared at me as I laughed in the inside, enjoying in annoying the guards to no end. It brings me great amusement.

"Be quiet, criminal," the guard whipped out the electric baton, hovering it close to me in a threatening warning. "Hold out your right arm."

Furrowing my eyebrows in confusion, I twisted my head to the other side and saw one of the other guards bring in a black box. He opened it and revealed a metal cuff with needles poking out of it from the inside. These didn't look like restraints to her. Something wasn't right.

"What is that?" I narrowed my eyes, my face hardening. "Kinda late on the birthday present, fellas."

"Right. Arm," the guard that shoved me against the wall ordered me.

That's when I heard some girl screaming and I knew right then and there, something was wrong. While I was busy trying to figure where noise that came from, I saw the guard holding the metal cuff advance towards me and the other guard made a grab for my right arm. Big mistake.

Instincts soon kicked in, my blood now pumping with adrenaline. I quickly threw my head back, smacking the back of my head to the guard's nose that was restraining me. Hearing a satisfying Crack and his groans in pain, I thrusted my elbow out before quickly snatching the electric baton and his handheld gun that was holstered around his waist.

Eyes wide in alert, I then proceeded to elbow him the face, officially knocking him out. Making a run for it to the doors, I roundhouse kick the guard holding the cuff right on his temple. Sidestepping to the side, avoiding to getting shocked with a thousand volts of electricity by another guard, I shot him in the shoulder and struck the last guard with the electric baton.

Clenching my jaw, I lifted the gun up, aimed and ready to used as I gripped tightly to the electric baton in my other hand. Rushing out of my room, I couldn't help but let my jaw drop to the floor. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. More guards were taking other criminals out of their cells and dragging them away to who knows where.

"Drop the gun!" Someone shouted at me, making me whirl around as I glared heavily at the guards.

They shouted at me again to drop the weapons but I wasn't going down with a fight. They were taking us away. My lip curled back a bit, my back touching the cold rail as more guards started to surround me until I was trapped. Feet spread apart, knees bent, I was ready for a brawl. Before I could make the first move, my body went completely stiff when I saw a familiar face walk towards me.

"Anastasia," Abby Griffin said in a calm tone. "Just calm down, we are not going to hurt you."

She slowly walked towards me, her hands raised up in a surrounding motion much to the guards dismay. I didn't believe her. My eyes darted across wildly from one guard to another. If I grab Abby and threaten them with her life, then they would cooperate and let me go, I thought to myself, my eyes settling on Abby. They won't know I won't hurt her and they won't take that risk because she is their top doctor here. But where would I go?