𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒪𝓃𝑒 - a Fanfiction of The 100

chapter two

My eyesight is foggy when I finally open my eyes. Everything is blurry and my body hurts horribly, blood covering it. I shake my head and try to clear it, but it aches. Reaching up, I touch my head and wince.

That's when it hits me. I realize I'm on earth, really and truly on earth. My pain seems to dissipate as I look outside and see the beautiful green of the grass, the long, feathery branches of the trees, the brightness of the sun. But what really kills me is the sky. Blue and brilliant, I've never seen anything like it. The pictures and videos we had didn't even come close to the real beauty that it is. Such a perfect color blanketing the sky, it doesn't feel real.

I struggle with my seatbelt, finally taking out the knife from my side sheath, apparently whoever sent me here didn't see it, or wanted me to have protection. Once it's in my still bloody hand, I dig it into a frayed part of my seatbelt, cutting it as fast as I can. The bottom of the seatbelt is now free, but the top is still secured. I am relatively small enough so that I can slide underneath the cut part, but the shards of glass still in my body cut deeper into me as I try to get free.

I gasp and sit back, examining the cuts that are closest to me. Blood oozes down my dirty clothes, my head still aches and I am in no shape to survive on earth. I don't even know if it's survivable. But I look outside once more.

Sapphire sky. Peridot grass. Emerald trees. Citrine sun. The flowers in the grass are aquamarine, ruby, amethyst, topaz, garnet. The world around me shines in a dazzling rush of gemstone colors and I know that no matter what the air is like, I'm going to step foot out onto that perfect ground.

I struggle once more with the seatbelt, my small knife getting nowhere with cutting me out of the seat. Groaning loudly, I gouge my seat with the knife and leave it there. Finally, I grit my teeth and breath in and out slowly. I'm going to get out of this seat somehow. I have no idea how I got into this ship or how I survived the trip to earth, but I'm not going to dwell on it and I'm not about to let it go to waste. I'm mere minutes from being the first of the Ark on earth in 97 years, there is no way I'm going to die in a broken spaceship.

Closing my eyes, I wiggle myself under the seatbelt that is cut. My body starts to sting horribly once more and I continue, feeling tears well in my eyes as I bite my lip. I'm crying a bit when I wriggle myself free and for a second I sit on the floor of the ship, holding my shoulder which has the deepest cuts, the shards still imbedded, but now deeper. Eyes still shut, I breath in, then out. My brain tells me 'go on, survive' and I slowly open my eyes, hoping there's a first aid kit on board somewhere. But that's not my priority. I'm ready to be outside.

Wiping my eyes with my good hand, I gradually stand. This is going to be hard, I know that already, but I'm going to make it. Not only that, I'm not going to simply survive, I'm going to thrive. I grab my knife and put it back in its sheath. Holding my arm, I find the button to retract the outershield. I don't need to open the hatch door, the window was broken so I can get out that way.

Deliberately, slowly, but with a purpose, I step to the open window. Immediately, I feel the intense rush of wind and I can't help the smile that grows. I'm still in pain, still holding my bad arm, still possibly in danger, but it doesn't matter to me anymore. The sun shines down on me, the heat of it making me feel warm. It's so different, so wonderful. My hair flies around my face as I shut my eyes, letting the air touch me, wrap around me, its teasing making me want more of it. I outstretch my arms, laughing in the pureness that is earth.

My eyes open as I place my foot outside on the grass. Inhaling sharply, I step out with the other foot. I'm laughing once more as I lean down and tear up the grass, throwing it in the air. Spinning around, I stop once I'm dizzy and see the trees a bit away. I start to walk to them, but something stops me. I'm still bleeding, still unsure I'll survive the earth's blanket of radiation, still not sure at all that earth is uninhabited or perfectly safe.

Frowning, I take one last look at the trees and reluctantly turn back to the ship. A branch snaps behind me and I stop. My eyes wide, I very slowly start to pivot. Once I'm facing the trees, I look from side to side as I start to back up. I hear more snaps and my heart beats faster, much faster. Eyes darting left and right quicker than before, I continue moving, but slip my knife out of it's sheath.

There are flickers of movement in the trees and I try hard to see what they are. Wild animals, possibly. Or could I perhaps not be the only human on earth? If I'm surviving fine with the radiation, any other humans could, too. The people from the Ark would be fine as well. That thought sends shivers down my spine as I think of the Chancellor, my family, the people in command. I wasn't safe there, but I'm not safe here, either.

I keep my pace, stepping backwards to the ship as fast as I can.

An arrow flies from the tree, nicking my arm and I yelp in surprise. Sprinting back to my makeshift shelter, I cower inside, squatting as I glance at my arm. It's only a scrape. Either the people in the trees are terrible aims, a highly unlikely possibility, or it was a warning. I watch the trees, searching for whoever shot at me. My heart pounds with fear.

There are others here, humans or other, who've survived the bombs, the radiation. How? Where are they living? Do they look like normal humans? A million thoughts crowd my mind, so many questions without any answers. That's when a new thought hits me.

Who sent me here? The only answer I have isn't one I like.

Theo.