THE 100 DOES NOT BELONG TO ME!! All RIGHTS GO TO THE OWNERS!
Lexi Pov:
Three generations have been born in space. None of the four thousand and nine of us who now live has ever stepped foot on the ground. We've never felt the sun on our faces. Never breathed real air. Our scientists estimate that Earth needs another hundred years to become survivable again. Another hundred years to wash away the radiation. Four more space-locked generations and man can go home.
"Reality sucks" I mumble as the door opens, two guards file in.
"Prisoner 3-0-6 up against the wall." one of them said in an authoritative voice, complying I turn around, I put my hands up in the air and stood against the wall with my feet apart. A sharp pain went through my wrist, and I looked over to see a bracelet. It was tight against my skin, and I saw little needles poking into my wrist. "What's this?" I ask slightly panicked "I'm not 18 yet, you-you can't do this!"
I whack one of the guards and kick the other in the stomach. Sprinting out of my cell I see Clarke Griffin doing the same, "Clarke!" I yell "What's going on?" she asks, and that's when I realise that every prisoner is going somewhere.
"You're going to the ground" said Abby Griffin, Clarke's mother. And that's the last thing I can remember before feeling pain in my neck and falling into darkness.
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The 100
FanfictionWhat if Becca didn't only have nightblood, what if Becca had a best friend? 97 years later we follow Lexi, the defendant of Becca's best friend and only nightblood on the ark.
