It's A Short Story~~ Bellamy Blake

Chapter 1- Prisoner 394

"Prisoner 394," a guard walked into my jail room, "face the wall." I jumped off my bed and raised my hands. I took one other look at my window, just to see the blue planet from space. An other guard placed a metal wristband around my wrist.
"Wait," I said under my breath and turned around to face the guards, "I want to say goodbye."
"Can't," the guard simply said, "now turn around and face the wall."
"No!" I shouted and, pure on luck, I hit both the guards in their faces. I ran out the door.

After a minute or so of running I ran into someone. He grabbed my biceps and made me look up, "dad?"
"Olivia," the man I recognized as my father said to me, "don't do this."
"I don't want to leave," I whispered and a few tears ran down my cheeks. My father just kept looking at me until I felt a sharp pain in my neck. It was an anesthesia arrow. "Success, love." Was the last thing I heard.

I woke up in a seat. I was surrounded by other delinquents from around my age (17). "Olivia?" I heard from my side, it was Clarke. She was my best friend before we both got locked up. "Clarke!" I breathed out and tried to hug her with my free hands.
"Olivia?" I heard make voice that I recognized as Wells. The three of us were best friends on The Ark. "Wells!" I hung a bit forward to look who was sitting besides Clarke and it was Wells.

The smile on my face faded, when I saw Clarke sending daggers with her eyes towards Wells. He betrayed her father. Wells can't keep secrets, he told chancellor Jaha (his father) about Clarke's father... and about me. After I killed that man, I left his body in the corridor. The only ones I told I did it, were Clarke and Wells. Clarke kept her mouth shut, just like I did with her secret. Wells didn't. How I know? My father told me, that Wells told Jaha, and Jaha told my father, before the guards picked me up the day after. My father just stared, at how the guards took me. I fought back, but the look in my father's eyes stopped me. He looked at me like I was a murderer, instead of daughter. I was 16 when this all happened.

In jail I trained myself. I became strong. When we reach Earth I'm ready. I can face everything that is out there. I can fight, I will hunt, maybe even become the leader of my fellow delinquents. I was enjoying this thought, but I woke up out of it, "listen," a boy with goggles said, "no machine hum."

We all undid our seat belts. Clarke made her way towards two boys, lying lifeless on the floor, who tried to undo their seat belts during the landing. As Clarke was her caring self, I made my way down the ladder. Pushing myself through a crowd of people, I made my way to the door. A boy, who looked older then any of us, wearing a guards uniform , stood at the door and held the lever. "Open up." I said walking forward to stand in front of the door. Others followed suit. "Back it up guys." The boy said as he pushed some back, including me. "Well, if you're not going to open the door," I said making my way to the lever, "I will."
"I said just back it up." He pushed me back into the crowd with more force then the last time. An other boy, who looked around my age, caught me from falling on the metal floor.

"Stop!" I heard Clarke's voice, she climbed down the ladder, "the air could be toxic."
"If the air was toxic," the older boy said, laying his hand back on the lever. "We're all dead anyways."
"Bellamy?" A small voice came from behind. I looked at the girl, she had long dark brown hair and wore a blue dungarees. She ran over to the boy and hugged him tight.
"Why is your wristband off?" Clarke asked the older boy, who apparently had no wristband.
"Do you mind?" The brown haired girl asked, "I haven't seen my brother in a year."
"No one has a brother on the Ark." I said folding my arms across my chest.
"That's Octavia Blake," girl behind me shouted, "the girl they found hidden in the floor." Octavia clearly lost her temper fast and tried to attack. Luckily 'Bellamy' held her back.
"Hey, hey," he calmed her down, "let's give them something else to remember you by."
"Yeah?" She snapped back, "like what?"
"What about the first person known on the Ground in a 100 years?"
"Open the damn door," I said pointing at the lever, "sorry for ruining your moment." And the first thing Bellamy did after was pulling the lever.