Scarlett Sinova, the nice girl with a mysterious past.
Bellamy Blake, the troubled young adult.
Both having to changes themselves in order to survive after being sent down to Earth.
Season 1 of The 100
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My parents and I gathered around the screen, Finn and Raven accompanying us as we watch an old soccer game. It's the Czech Republic playing Norway, Czech currently winning. Being with my family, that's the dream. This is the harsh reality I live in.
"Prisoner 348, face the wall." The guard says walking in, breaking Scarlett out of her reverie.
In all honesty, reality sucks.
"What's going on?" Scarlett questions.
"Quiet. Hold out your right arm."
Scarlett reluctantly holds out her right arm, hissing in pain as he places a wristband on her. Needles digging into her wrist, droplets of blood escaping the puncture wounds.
The guard grabs her roughly pulling her outside of her cell dragging her down the hall where she notices the same thing happening to everyone around her.
"Wait! You can't do this to us, we're not 18 yet!" Scarlett argues as she tries to squirm out of the guard's grip. It's no use as the guard continues dragging her into a dropship strapping her in and walking away.
Scarlett eventually drifts off as she is one of the first people on, her head hanging low as her body slowly relaxes.
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A loud crash wakes Scarlett up, her head banging against the wall behind her as she groans in pain. She realizes everyone else looking around in confusion before a voice speaks up.
"Listen. No machine hum." An Asian boy says. Scarlett focuses on the sounds around her seeing that the boy is right.
"Whoa. That's a first." The boy with the goggles replies with an amazed look on his face.
The harnesses around everyone began loosening so everybody begins to unbuckle themselves, Scarlett following them.
"The outer door is on the lower level. Let's go."
"No. We can't just open the doors." A blonde girl speaks up in protest as they all reach the lowest level.
"Hey, just back it up, guys." The man in the guard uniform says. His slicked back hair making him seem less attractive.
"Stop. The air could be toxic." The blonde girl speaks up once again pushing her way to the front of the crowd.
"If the air is toxic, we're all dead, anyway." The guard retorts.
