❝Temper us in fire and we grow stronger. When we suffer, we survive❞ -Cassandra Clare
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"Prisoner 241, stand up and face the wall." One of the guard says. I raise an eyebrow and shake my head.
"So is that a no on the blowjobs?" I ask snarky. The guard straightens his posture, trying to be threatening and tries to intimidate me.
"I won't say it again. Stand up and face the wall." He demands, turning on his electric stick. I raise my hands in mock surrender and face the wall. One of the other guards grabs my right wrist roughly.
"Whoa baby, at least take me to dinner first." I say and then hiss when a stinging sensation takes over my wrist. I look down and see a wristband on my wrist. I feel the guard grab my arms and pushes me out the door. "Rough, I like that." I turn my head and give him a seductive wink. I feel him give me an extra hard shove causing me to stumble and I smirk smugly at his reaction.
We walk out into the hallway and I see other prisoners being escorted by other guards. Confusion bubbles up in me and my eyebrows furrow. We keep walking, the guards pushing me and me talking to him seductively, and we end up in front of a ship thingy with other prisoners.
I get escorted to a seat and forced to sit down. I get buckled in extra tight and the guard leaves. I sit there silently as I wait for the the ship to fill. I glance around at the teenager around me, some getting carried in because they injected with something that caused them to pass out. Some of the prisoners greet each other like old friends. Most teens look around in confusion as no one knows what is going on.
I fidget with my seat belt as I keep an ear out for any information that tells me where I'm fucking going. I barely glance up as a guard places a prisoner in the seat in front of me. Once the guard leaves I take a glance at the prisoner and feel my heart stop in my chest.
"Oh my fucking God. No fucking way." I exclaim loudly and the prisoner snaps his head up from staring at the ground and looks at me with wide eyes.
"Blue?" Wells asks in disbelief. I scoff and roll my eyes.
"No, it's fucking Santa Claus," I say sarcastically before closing my eyes. Holy shit. Out of all the damn people I expected on this shitty ship, I didn't expect him. he wasn't supposed to be here. he was supposed to be with his dad doing important shit, not sitting across from me.
A few minutes later, a guard places a sleeping girl next to Wells. I look at the girl, instantly recognizing her. I growl in fucking frustration as I try to move in my seat to get away from her.
"Son of a fucking bitch, you have got to be kidding me. There is no way the universe is that cruel to do this to me." I complain. I groan and close my eyes, hoping to block out the presence of the stupid blonde bitch in front of me.
I know the universe is cruel, but I didn't think it could be that cruel. If I believed in a God, I would be cursing the fucking shit out of them right about now. Out of all the fucking people in the world. It had to be fucking them in front of me.
I scoff at the idea of a God. It's sad to think people believe in something as stupid as a God. If there was really a God, he has no sympathy for me.
I understand why people want to believe in a God though. It makes one feel better about their problems. Some people probably just want something to blame for the problems in their life. Some are scared of what comes after death, so the human mind has to come up with something as bizarre as heaven to not be as frightened. But, the truth is there's nothing after death. Just a dark, empty eternity of nothing.
The sound of a machine hum fills the air and we suddenly jerk. It's obvious that we're being blast off. There's a good few minutes if comfortable silence between me and Wells before Clarke sadly wakes up. He immediately gives Clarke his full attention, forgetting about my presence and making heart clench.
"Welcome back... Look-" Wells gets cut off by an obviously pissed off Clarke.
"Wells, why the hell are you here?" She asks, obviously wanting to be as far away from him as possible. I scoff and roll my eyes.
"I could ask you the same question, Princess Bitch." I ask, not hiding my disgust for her. She turns sharply towards me, surprised to see me. I glare at her, knives shooting out of my eyes and she shifts uncomfortably. Wells, obviously sensing the tension, starts talking.
"When I found out they were sending prisoners to the ground, I got myself arrested. I came for you." He says. I scoff, of course he would come for his fucking princess. I throw a few curse words at Clarke once more before What Wells said register in my head.
"Oh, I hate to break up this lovely reunion, truly, but did you say we're going to the fucking ground?" I ask disbelief. Wells nods his head, confirming that we are, indeed, heading towards the ground. I lean back in my chair in disbelief. Then, a loud crash causes everyone to panic.
"What was that?" Clarke asks, panic sketched onto her face.
"That was the atmosphere." Well explains before the screens around the room flicker on, Chancellor Jaha appearing on them
"Prisoners of the Ark, hear me now. You've been given a second chance, and as your Chancellor, it is my hope that you see this as not just a chance for you, but for all of us, indeed for mankind itself. We have no idea what waits for you down there. If the odds of survival were higher, we would've sent others. Frankly, we're sending you because your crimes have made you expandable."
"Your dad is a dick, Wells." A prisoner says, causing others to laugh and me to snort.
"Those crimes will be forgiven, your slate wiped clean."
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"What do you mean he's on the drop ship!" A man yells as he slams his hand on the desk in front of him. The guard in front of him jumps back in fear.
"I'm sorry, Sir. One of the guards must have not gotten the orders to not touch him." The guard says, shaking in fear. The man growls at the answer.
"Sorry? You're sorry? Well, thanks to that mistake, we just lost the best soldier we got! The one thing that was going to help us be able to gain control of the Ark!" The guard flinches at the venom in the man's voice.
"We could find someone else-" The guard gets cut off as a knife flies by his head, embedding itself in the wall next to him.
"We don't got enough resources, you complete idiot! Blue was the biggest asset we had," the guy growls out. "Find me the guards that escorted him to the drop ship and bring them to me." The guard freezes, but jumps as another knife sails through the air, cutting his ear a little before embedding itself in the door behind him. "Now!" The guard scrambles out of the room.
The guy breathes heavy and sighs and he sits down. All he could do now is hope Blue doesn't die. He still has work to do.
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There's chapter two! Sorry if it sucks, this is my first book ever. Please leave suggestions and let me know if there's any errors. Hope you enjoyed the chapter
