Grounded (The 100 Fan-fiction)

Chapter one.

I don’t mind it.

The silence, the solitude, the surroundings of my prison.

In all truth prison has not been much different from my natural life.

Same small living space. Same shotty, recycled Furniture with the lumps in the mattress and mysterious stains on the pillow from those who used it before me.

The harsh lighting, the metallic décor and the ever-present hum of the living thing keeping all of humanity alive.

There were no windows in my home of nearly ten months. A single door, a bed and a toilet which folded into the wall.

It was not mine. It was not home.

It was really a formality.

They were keeping me alive because that’s what the rules said they must. I was seventeen, sixteen when they caught me.

I had four months till what I was sure would be my final birthday. They were going to float me. They were going to float all of us.

I could see the pattern.

The ark had always been intolerant of misbehavior and disobedience. But it seemed within the past few years, they had gotten harsher.

Every trial for the youths in this sky box ended the same.

With a quiet jury, expressing faux remorse for their vote, to send another young life into the harsh void of space outside our walls.

If you ask me. The whole thing was some sort of conspiracy. However, most DON’T ask me.

The benefit of chatty gaurds lounging right next door to your cell. Is information.

I get bits and pieces of muffled gossip. Which is enough for my brain to make the correct connections.

I know things. Things that would get me killed even if I wasn’t already here.

What do I know? The tiny seventeen year old girl sitting criss cross on the cold matalic floor with an ear pressed up against the wall.

I know that someone wants the chancellor dead. I know that his son got himself locked up here a few days ago and the whole ark is raving and ranting about his arrest.

They all speculate on what it is he’s done.

I know that it doesn’t matter. Because he’s on the list.

They’ve been working on the list for a few weeks now.

They’ve been watching us in the rec time. Seeing how we move, what we do. There have been tests, in earth skills, Botany other odd selections like that, and they added some first aid training to our class list. 

They gave some stupid reason about seeing where our minds our at as a generation or something like that

They others should be suspicious! I mean were criminals aren’t we programed to question authority and their motives… but we’re also teenagers, and the hormone blinders over their eyes seem to be keeping them from the truth.

There all focused on small rebellions. Or just waiting for their chance to be free again.

I hadn’t figured it out yet. What they were doing. But they were training us for something.

I couldn’t help but thinking that they would have to tread carefully from here on out.

If they wanted these rebels, and criminals to do their bidding. They were going to have to be super tricky about it.