Our Salvation || Bellamy Blake

{ 2 } Alive

"Prisoner 166."

I rise to my feet, standing on the thousands of words written on the walls and floor. Memories of the people I've loved, hopes of redemption and my darkest thoughts. All right here. It was the story of my life.

"I-I'm 18?" I stutter, my voice trembling. They had to have found out that I changed it. I had to have screwed up, and now I'm walking to my death.

Then the panic sinks in. In my three years, I couldn't get myself out and back to Raven. I sat here until now. My 22nd birthday  in a few weeks according to the calendars that cover the walls.

"Hold out your right wrist." The guards voice echoes, bouncing off the empty walls.

"No. I'm not 18." I state, my voice stronger this time as I inch my way closer to the door.

The guard stalks towards me, his hand on the obvious taser attached to his hip. I clench my jaw, anger bubbling to the surface, right next to the part of me that wants to give up. But Raven wouldn't want that.

I swing the door open, the brilliant light hitting my face. I squint through, my eyes adjusting. I haven't been out of here in three years. To my left, I see a familiar figure. I stop, blinking slowly as if I couldn't believe it. All the guilt I've felt because of his arrest comes flooding back, with the longing for someone to talk to.

I stare, a metal wristband clamped on his right wrist. They were moving at least 100 of us. They were killing us all so that the Ark would save air. I have to apologize before I die- find him a way out.

My feet automatically pound on the metal hallway past the people a few rooms down. All these years, and he was six rooms away? Three years and of course he's the one who I talk to first.

"Finn!"

I jump into his arms, a sigh of relief escaping my pale lips as a smile creeps onto my face, the tears falling freely. I knew we would see him again. My stomach sinks at the word we. Raven won't see him again.

"I'm sorry." I mumble into his chest, taking in a gulp of air. He rubs my back soothingly a hand placed on the back of my head, and for a moment it's like the roles were reversed. I was the one being taken care of.

"Avalon!" Finn shouts in my ear, followed by a sickening thud causing me to loose control of my body, falling into Finn limply.

My vision turns foggy. I failed again.

But it doesn't come as a surprise.

~

"You are expendables. Mount Weather-"

My head slams against the back of the seat, jerking me awake. The room goes quiet, and I can't help but feel as if they were staring at me.

I look to my right, an empty seat to be found.

My eyes widen, worry creeping into my gut. Who the hell was stupid enough to do that? The eyes stay on me, as if waiting for me to realize what was going on.

My gaze lands on the spacewalker. Of course. "Spacewalker! I hate to break it to you- but dying from head trauma wouldn't be very epic. Actually- I'd laugh." I raise my voice, daring the other two to stay or leave their seats. Humiliation sometimes is enough to save lives in this case.

The ship shakes, and sparks fly left and right, rocking us back and fourth. The sudden worry I had contained is no longer.

I cover my face, shielding myself. "Finn!" I shout over and over, trying to get some kind of sign from him signaling he was okay.