Prisoner 83 | the 100

prologue

"Get up."

Hazel allowed her eyes to lazily wander toward the source of the voice, which unfortunately led to Commander Shumway's all-dressed-in-black form. She quickly sat up, glaring at the older male as she scooted as far as she could away from him. "What do you want now?" She spat at him, her voice full of malice, matching the hatred tainting the delicate features on her face.

The officer smirked at the young woman and calmly replied, "Don't worry, 83. I'm not back for that just yet." He watched as the dirty blonde visibly relaxed before continuing to say, "I can, however, visit later tonight, if you'd like."

She regarded him with disdain as she quite literally bit her tongue, deciding that not responding was her best option. If she made any sign of refusal, the dirty blonde would be brutally punished. Hazel was repulsed at the offer and would love nothing more than to express her resentment toward the older male, but she knew that her loose tongue would get her in a much more terrible situation.

Commander Shumway nodded before restating, "Get up." His tone gave the dirty blonde the impression that he was not going to be messed with. Whatever was happening, Hazel knew it had to be serious.

The nineteen (almost twenty) year-old sat up, taking her time as she did so. The officer noticed and walked further into the cell as he hooked his pointer finger in the belt loop of his waistband. Hazel quickened her actions and stood, only to have Shumway grab her arm with brutal force. His strong grip formed even darker bruises than the ones that had been there before. "Where are you taking me?" She asked as he led her down the long hall. They passed many other empty cells as they did so, and finally came to a stop at a large metal door.

Inside was Abigail Griffin, Hazel's mentor and only maternal figure. "Abby?"

"Take a seat," Shumway ordered.

She did as she was told and allowed the familiar woman to roll up her grey long sleeve. "What's going on?"

Abby did not respond, she was not allowed to.

Hazel felt four small pricks on her right arm and looked down to see a metal bracelet now attached to her thin, bruised wrist. "Next," the doctor finally spoke for the first time. Her sharp tone confused the nineteen-year-old, seeing as Dr. Griffin had only ever been kind to her.

Before Hazel could get another word in, Commander Shumway was dragging her back down the long hallway. He did not speak to her until they had reentered the young woman's cell.

"What's going on?" Hazel repeated her question for what seemed to be the tenth time.

Shumway shut the door behind them before leaning against it and answering, "You're being sent to the ground."

Hazel, who had sat down on her lumpy mattress once they walked in, suddenly stood and exclaimed, "What?" The idea of being sent to the ground was outrageous, the dirty blonde was sure that she misheard the man.

"The Ark has decided to send one hundred prisoners to the ground to see if the Earth is survivable." Shumway continued with a grimace of a smile, "You should thank me. I got you a ride home."

Her eyebrows shot into her hairline, "But the Earth won't be survivable for another century! I'll die."

The commander shrugged, "Maybe. But our best engineers have been doing some research and there's a possibility that the original calculations are wrong so we're sending people down now."

"Why me? I thought you wanted to keep me around," Hazel asked, crossing her arms to enhance her chest while trying to manipulate the male into not sending her to her impending death.

He walked up to her and placed his hands on her small waist, rubbing circles into her skinny jean-covered skin. Hazel did her best to hide her disgust as the male continued to touch her, "I do, baby. But I don't know how much longer it'll be before they realize that you turned eighteen almost two years ago. I'd rather not see you get floated, so I'm giving you a chance. Don't worry, sweetheart, if the Earth is survivable, I'll join you in a couple of days and we can finally be together. They're pardoning all of the prisoners—if you survive."

Hazel nervously gulped as he leaned in and trailed his lips down her neck and onto her collarbone before making his way back up until he reached her ear, breathily whispering into it saying, "So when I come back tonight, I'll make it extra special. Just in case it's the last time."

"Mm," Hazel closed her eyes as she tried not to gag, "I can't wait."

Commander Shumway was oblivious to her sarcasm and proceeded to squeeze her backside roughly, making her jump. He chuckled deeply before pulling their hips together. "You should get some sleep, baby. Because you won't be getting any tonight." He winked before exiting the cell.

As soon as she heard the click of the lock, Hazel fell back onto her thin mattress and began to sob, dreading what was to come. It was inevitable, she was going to die.