Out Of The Stars | Bellamy Blake (DISCONTINUED)

ONE | PILOT

Here it is you guys. Here is what you all have been waiting for. The First Chapter!

O N E | Pilot

The clicking of my pen was the only thing that you could hear in my prison cell. I was sitting against one of the walls, writing in the notebook that my so called 'father' gave me, just before they locked me in solitary. Or should I say, Hell. It's been a year since I've been locked up, one year since Jake was floated and one year since I last saw my best friend, Clarke.

Everything was going as planned. We were going to tell everyone that The Ark was dying. We were going to go public, until Wells told his father everything. Jake got floated and I got arrested for treason by my own father, and any day now I will turn 18 and have the same fate that Jake did. I would be floated for my crimes. I would die at the hands of my own people, and not just any people but by my own father. Markus Kane. What father in his right mind would allow that his own daughter get arrested, without any resistance? Only God alone knows.

Father of the year am I right?

I thought that after my mother died that my father and I would get closer and that he would be there for me, but man was I wrong.

I shoved the memory of my father away as I finish writing in my notebook. Mostly I just write about my mother and what I can remember about her. I was ripped out of my thoughts when my cell door creaked open and the bright light flooded in. The light in my cell isn't as bright as the florescent lights on The Ark, guess we just aren't worth the effort. I immediately stand up from the floor and stare at the as two guards that enter the room. I quietly place my pen down and close my notebook, holding it tight against my chest, before facing the guards again.

"Prisoner 3-2-5, face the wall," one of the guards command. My eyes stretched and I slowly backed up, until my back hit the wall. No please, I'm not ready to die. I can't be 18. Are they executing prisoners before they turn 18 to save more air for themselves?

"What is this?" I asked them before grabbing tight onto my necklace. The necklace was not just any necklace, it belonged to my mother. She gave it to me before she passed away. It had her initials carved into it, NK. It was one of my most price possessions. It was the only thing I had left of my mother, that and a picture of her, my father and me as a little girl. The necklace always brought me comfort and calmed me down when I was freaking out about something

"Quiet," the same guard orders me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a thick metal bracelet gripped in his hand. "Hold out your right arm."

"What?" I ask confused. Fear struck my heart "N-No, I-I'm still seventeen, I
s-still have time until I turn eighteen, y-you can't float me."

"I said, quiet. Hold out your arm" he said before the wristband snaps open to reveal what looks like tiny, glowing needles poking out of it. The guards made their way towards me trying to grab my arm

"Put the notebook down" the other guard yelled at me.

"No" I simply told him.

"Put.the.notebook.down" he order me as he started to walk closer and closer towards me.

"And.I.said.no" I snapped towards him.

"You're the second damn kid that didn't follow my orders, and you better not make the same mistake as she did."

He grabbed my forearm trying to take the notebook out of my hands, but I wasn't going to back down that easy. I may just be a seventeen year old girl, but I'm much stronger than I look. After all I am Marcus Kane's daughter. I ripped my arm out of his grip and pushed him away from me, but it didn't help much, because the other guard came towards us so that he could help his partner. They tried to hold me against the wall, so I kicked one of them in between his legs and threw the other one against the wall. Both of them where on the floor growling in pain and I took that as my chance to get away. I run towards the door and made my way out, before closing it behind me.

The first thing I saw when I got out was the prisoners everywhere. Some prisoners were trying to fight their way out of the guards' grip, but others were going willing not even putting up a fight.

"Prisoner 3-2-5. Stop" one of the guards yelled behind me, as they started to chase after me.

"Rae! Stop!" I hear a familiar voice call from behind me, my father. I turned around so that I was now facing him. He looked just like he did the day he arrested me. Nothing has changed at all about him.

"Wait a minute" he ordered the guards as he made his way towards me.

"Dad, what the hell is going on?" I asked him. You could clearly hear the anger in every word I spoke.

"Rae. Calm down."

"Calm down? Calm down?! You're killing us all, aren't you, reducing population to make more time for the rest of you?"

"Rae, you are not being executed. You're being send to the ground, all one hundred of you"

"What? Dad are you mad? It's not safe down there. We won't survive a day on earth, the radiation will kill us, all of us"

"Rae, look this gives you a chance. A chance to life. You turn eighteen in one week, if you don't go they're going to float you. I-I can't let that happen" he said with caring eyes.

Yeah right, why does he even care, he is the one that locked me up in this hell of a place. Why would he start caring now?

"Like you care if I die here or down there" I said with hatred.

"Rae, I can't lose you too" he said with sadness in his voice, before he nodded towards something behind me. I guess it was the guards because the next moment I felt something pierce into my skin, before my body began to go numb. I fell to the ground, but not before my father caught me in his arms, holding me tight against him.

"I love you Rae." was the last thing I heard before I went unconscious.

The First Chapter Is Done. I really hope you guys like it. Can you believe Marcus, father of the year, am I right?

Please comment and vote guys it will mean a lot to me because, i really want to know what you guys think about the first chapter and most of all what you guys think about Rae so far.

Sincerely

Amoré Du Plessis