Made Of Threads

DARK SKIES

                                           

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                                   DARK SKIES            

  

My index finger glided against the smooth surface of the floor of my cell, smudging the dark etched lined into art.

Dad always said I had a way with my hands. Whether it was patching up a wound or creating my own fantasies. Like the picture of what I'd just finished. Trees the size of my forearm created a dark forecast over a forest filled with life. Foxes, rabbits, even a young fawn were placed carefully in an almost perfect scenery. Except, creating a perfect picture life would be unrealistic. In fact, reality sucked.

I bet your wondering how I ended up here. Stuck in this cold room with no windows in sight. Even if the only view available was a dark sky spotted with lights. At least it meant something was out there, and I wasn't utterly alone.

Its quite a long story actually. Involving betrayal and a lot of crying. Yes lots and lots of tears. You see, 100 years ago, human life was sustainable on planet earth. You know, big round thing that holds everything sweet and nice. But then war came upon us and Russia got their evil hands on nuclear bombs and all hell broke loose.

Damn you Russia.

Earth was exposed to radiation and then suddenly people starting dropping dead in dangerous numbers. And that's were the council comes in. The people responsible for ever thing that's gone wrong in my life. The council became the heroes who invented a spaceship called the Arc. Pretty bad-ass am I right?

I'm currently on that said spaceship, writhing in my own self pity and regret.

My parents were a huge part of the running of this ship. My father was a brilliant engineer who could fix anything but relationships. My moms one of the most respected doctors around. Everything might seem great and dandy but there's quite a few problems.

My fathers dead and my moms to blame.

So, with that being said, anyone up for dinner at my place ?

My father had discovered a problem in the machines that kept the oxygen flowing in this place. Oxygen was running low and there's was nothing that could be done about. People were going to die.

But as always my father decided to play hero. He believed that the people had the right too know that things were getting bad again. The council including my mom disagreed with him. Later that same week a group of guards barged into our headquarter and arresting my father including me, charging me with treason and him with death.

The last image I held of him was before he was floated. Besides the circumstances he held a calm expression. He knew he was dying for a cause greater than he could imagine. And like me he wasn't going to go down without a fight. Even after his body had disappeared into the cruel, dark abyss, I could have sworn there'd been a small smirk splayed against his soft face. And I guess that made it even more heart wrentching and painful. That was also the last time I looked my mother in the eye. This had all been her fault. If she hadn't turned him in, if she hadn't put her people before her family, my father would still be here. And maybe I wouldn't be an emotionally teenager who dreamed of death.

I was mere seconds from finishing the last minute touch ups when the door to my cell door was flung open and four guards stepped in.

Speaking of death.

" Subject 3652. Please step forward ." spoke the tan burly man who looked as if he'd swallowed something sour and outdated.

It didn't take me long to figure out why the hell they were here.

In fact, it was quite obvious.

They were here to kill me.                                                                                           

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AUTHORS NOTE- Hello lovely human beings. As you can see this is just my version of the new show The 100, WHICH IS FUCKING FABULOUS. Please ignore any spelling mistakes & improper grammer I just badically suck at every thing ( Yes i know i know) But after going through Season one in less than 24 hours ive been itching to form a fantasy in which Bellamy and Clarke make cute little warrior babies. Let me know if i should continue and feedback is always appreciated.