𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒪𝓃𝑒 - a Fanfiction of The 100

chapter one

Tumbling, spiraling, plunging from the sky. I try to open my eyes and see where I'm going, but opening my eyes is an incredible struggle. Finally, my groggy brain starts to work, though I'm still confused. My head pounds. I'm not sure if it had been hit or it's the pressure in the ship. Ship. That's where I am. I look to the side and see that it isn't a large ship, it's barely enough room for me.

Descending, dropping, falling. There's gravity in the ship, meaning something must've gone wrong or no one installed the anti-gravity device on the smaller ships. I get my answer a second later.

A beeping noise sounds. That can't be good. I see a flashing light and a crack that had started to form on the window to my left. I'm not stupid, but I completely forgot to check the ship for anything wrong. I'm too focused on myself, my pain, to make choices to survive. Quickly, I try to find any way to fix the crack, I haven't even hit the atmosphere yet and the break is going to totally wreck the ship if I don't stop it before then. I've been in ships like this before, I was even passable as a mechanic. In front of me is a lever that looks important. It's got a flashing green light above it and I recognize it as the way to get the outershield to work.

I groan, struggling to reach it. That's when I realize my seatbelt is locked, the top part of it is pinned back with something sharp that must've come loose in some sort of malfunction when I was dropped. I try to twist my body to break it free. Reaching up and tugging on it, I cut myself on the broken metal. Wincing, I take my hand back quick and instead attempt once again to pull the lever. Beeping sounds loudly throughout the tiny aircraft.

It's telling me I'm close to the atmosphere, too close, or that the crack is getting bigger, which it is. I glance as I see the entire window covered in spidery lines. I have seconds, if not milliseconds before it breaks and I'm dead. Turning back, I strain, my fingers brushing the lever. With a yell, my space battle cry, I thrust myself forward as far as I can, grabbing the lever with my bloody hand. I tug it down, the entire ship being protectively covered, just as the glass shatters.

I cover my face as shards fly around the ship, some hitting my arm and body. Gasping, I unshield myself as I see the atmosphere of earth up ahead. It's seconds from me and I look to the controls, trying to mentally remember the lessons I had on anything ship-wise. I scramble, realizing too late that I should've fixed the pressure. It's going to hurt like a bitch if I don't regulate it before I enter the planet. I reach forward, trying in vain to reach the controls for pressure, but I'm not fast enough. I hit the atmosphere, breaking through.

Falling, crashing. All I feel is horrible pressure as if it's going to shatter my eardrums and crush my skull. I put my hands over my ears, trying hard to stifle the pain, the noises around me too loud to hear my own whimpering. There's too much wrong with the ship I can't fix. I shake my head, but the pain gets worse. It's all I can do to stay awake and make sure I'm not about to die.

Blood drips from my ears and I faintly hear myself screaming.

Closer, closer, Crash. Blackness envelopes me.