❝sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ɪs ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ.❞ - ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ øɴᴇ ᴘɪʟᴏᴛs
A delinquent, who hasn't been able to speak since murdering her mother, is sent down from outerspace with a hundred others to see if earth is survivable again. Everyone on the Ark has condemned her...
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SᴋʏᴇDᴀᴠɪsᴡᴀs staring at the ceiling from her spot on her uncomfortable bed when a couple of guards came into her cell. She didn't move like most of the other prisoners would have because there wasn't much they could do to intimidate her. Both parents were dead, and she was freakishly immune to pain. Either way, all of the guards knew all they had to do was simply ask her to do something and she'd do it. She wasn't like the other delinquents in more ways than one.
"Prisoner 314, face the wall," one of guards Skye had faced many times before asks. His tone was kind just as it had been ever since he tried using his electric wand the first time they met. Skye got up at her own pace and did as told. "Hold out your right arm." Again, she did as told and they clipped a metal cuff around her wrist. When it was attached, she examined it to see what it was for. "There's no need for the handcuffs. She'll cooperate."
"What if she freaks out like Griffin did?" The other guard asks.
"She won't. Trust me." She hears the handcuffs being stashed away as the guard takes one of her arms and leads her out of her cell. The sight taken over outside of her cell was chaos of teenagers trying to resist arrest. Skye was sorely confused by what was going on. She didn't turn eighteen until almost another two weeks so there wasn't any way she was about to be floated. Unless they already decided that what she did automatically meant she didn't deserve the extra two weeks. It didn't bother her none. She didn't see her review winning in her favor since she found out she killed her mother.
"Let's go, Skye," the familiar guard says and they were off. They went down a couple of halls, following groups of kids who were still trying to get away, before she was left in a line. Within ten minutes, she was standing at the front of the line waiting to be led into what looked to be a ship. One by one kids have been entering and, from what Skye could see, being seated inside. The guard standing there was about to wave her in when someone's hand clenched around her arm and pulled her along.
"Come on," says a deep voice as they lead her to the entry way. Something about the voice made Skye look up at the person. The slicked back, black hair and the freckles on the side of his cheek was instantly familiar to her. Blake. She had seen him a few times over the first year she was locked up, but then word went around about his illegal little sister and they demoted him from the guard. The only thing was she didn't know his first name.
He led her to a seat and helped her strap in tight. Their fingers touching every now and then as she helped strap herself in. Once the belts were all clicked in, he pulled at her harness.
"All good?" He asks. Skye nodded and he walked away as soon as she did. Her eyes followed him as he walked away, it started to go lower but a voice from her left stopped her.
"You're seriously not getting the hots for him, are you?" John Murphy asks incredulously. As soon as she feasted her eyes on the boy, a grin broke out on her face. She punched him in the arm and shook her head. "Do you know why they've shoved us into this ship and attached bands to our wrists?" Skye didn't answer because Murphy has known since the day she was locked up that she doesn't speak anymore. "They're probably trying to float us all at once so they're sending us off in space to do it." She lifted her right arm to show off the wristband as if asking why they had them if that's what they wanted to do. "That's probably to make sure there's no survivors."
