Descendants of Kane (probably won't update anymore, stopped watching)

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I sat in my cell on the Ark, I was completely alone, and that was exactly how I liked it. Never in my life have I ever been a people person, but my father has to be a people person; he’s the councilman regarding the human race.

            I don’t even see why he thinks the human race can be saved, because we’re being forced to live in space for god’s sake. We fucked up majorly, and nothing we do will be enough to restore Earth to its seven billion humans.

            As I sat in bed, I bounced the rubber ball one of the doctors gave me to manage anger off of the wall. Usually I was bored all day long, but around this time of day Dad would come and visit me. Unlike everyone else, I wasn’t allowed to leave my cell when I had visitors, because they’re afraid that I’m going to go on a mass killing spree.

An hour went by, and I casually began to accept that my father wasn’t going to visit me today. Oh well, if my kid killed my second wife I wouldn’t want to see them either, but it would be nice if he didn’t treat me like a total psychopath.

            Every single time he visits me, Dad always stands on the opposite side of the room, and if I get any closer to him he backs up. I’ve asked him why he does that, but I always get the same stupid answer. “I can’t get any closer to you just in case you want to kill me,” he always said, but what Dad doesn’t realize is that I’m not stupid; I can tell that was a lie, and telling me it over and over again won’t make me believe it.

            Suddenly, breaking me from my thought, my cell door opened, and two guards dressed in all black stepped in. “Prisoner 583 stand at the back of the cabin,” the African guard commanded.

            I stood up from my bed with my hands raised above my head so they saw that I had no weapons, and I went to the back of the cabin. The guard aggressively forced my hands behind my back to put the hand cuffs on, and as he was cuffing me I asked annoyed, “What’s going on?”

            “Silence,” The guard said monotonously, but I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

            “I am the daughter of Councilor Kane, and I demand to know what’s going on!” I commanded as I moved my arms around so he couldn’t lock my cuffs.

            Breaking the silence was the sound of my father’s voice booming through the cell, and he said to the guard, “Those handcuffs won’t be necessary, sergeant.” I turned around to see my father leaning up against the doorway, but behind him were guards escorting other juvenile prisoners.

            The handcuffs were taken off my wrists hastily, and the two guards left the cell. My brain started to realize what was going on; if they were taking a mass number of prisoners out of their cells that means there’s a population reduction taking place, and I’m a part of it.

            I asked of my father while panicking, “Dad, they aren’t reducing population, are they? They can’t do that to teenagers, and I still haven’t been reviewed.”

            Dad walked up to me and hugged me tightly, and I began to hyperventilate. “Eve calm down,” Dad said as he stroked the back of my head. His hands got caught in my wavy mess of dark brown hair that was just like his, but Dad didn’t seem to care.

            I was released from our hug, and Dad placed his hands on my shoulders. He looked into my dark brown eyes that were just like his, and Dad said seriously, “We aren’t reducing population. You’re going to the ground, Eve.”

            That didn’t make anything better.

            “What?” I asked confusedly, “You can’t, the ground won’t be habitable for another two hundred years. You’re sending us down there to die!”