Younger | [The 100] Book 1

𝐈. 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

Meanwhile, Chloe was sitting in her cell waiting for the guards to escort her to her assigned job. It seemed as if they took longer than usual. It was hard to tell the time as there were no clocks or anything. In the meantime she lay in bed, assuming all was normal and she was just losing track of time. No biggie. Little did she know that her departure to Earth would be in less than 2 hours.

"Finally." She signed in relief as the guards made their way inside her cell.
All she wanted was to get out of her cell and see the mechanic again. However... the guards didn't take her there.
"Prisoner 6-5-6, hands against the wall." The taller guard demanded.
Chloe refused to listen to their orders without an explanation, so they grabbed her arms and pinned them against the wall, whilst one guard put this weird metal wristband on her right arm. What the hell was going on? She tossed and turned trying to grasp out of the two guards grip.

"No! I'm not 18 yet. I've still got 2 weeks." Chloe hollered as she got dragged out of her cell.
"No, no, no. PLEASE! My time isn't up yet!" The girl pleaded, getting down onto her knees.
She was so caught up in thinking that she was going to be floated so soon that she did not notice her surroundings at all. It wasn't only her, that was being let out. All the delinquents were being dragged out of their cells with the exact same wristband on every single one's wrist. But of course they were all clueless, and they had every right to panick the fuck out. For all they know, they thought they were getting floated for their crimes, as majority were going to be 18 soon. In reality... they were getting sent down to Earth to die. The Earth hadn't been habitable in 97years. Why were they getting sent down now? They were experiments... as they were all expendable for their crimes.

The guards shoved her into a long line of delinquents that were lined up... infront of a rocketship?
"The hell is this.." Chloe muttered, as she watched a few delinquents infront of her board the dropship ahead.
She got guided inside and told to climb up the ladder to the upper level of the dropship. Once she got up there, another guard pushed her into her seat, tugging on the red seatbelt and strapping it around her so she was unable to move. She grimaced as the guard tugged on the end of the strap to pull it tighter before moving on to another delinquent. She watched as a blonde got carried into the dropship, she seemed... unconscious. The guard placed her in a seat next to a certain tall boy with dark eyes and short, black hair.

"Son of a bitch!" Chloe yelled out, struggling out of her seatbelts to attack the young boy seated across from her.
The screaming and yelling continued from the young girl as the boy just sat there in his spot feeling a certain discomfort.
"Listen- I'm sorry for whatever happened." Wells began to protest.
"Sorry? Sorry won't bring my dad back." Chloe spat.
A few other delinquents began to join in the hastle, pointing out things Wells' father had done to them. The drama began to die down as guards came swarming in, holding up their electric batons, however that did not stop Chloe from staring bullets into the boy sitting across from her.

Several minutes later after they had launched, Chloe noticed the blonde was now awake and seemed to be having a angry? conversation with the boy next to her which was Wells. Just as the blonde was about to say another word, the ship began to rattle, shaking violently. Crash!
"What was that?" The blonde beside Wells whimpered, trembling like a leaf.
"That was the atmosphere." Wells stated, seeming completely calm whilst everyone else in the ship had frightened expressions on their faces. All of a sudden the video screen flickered to life and Chancellor Jaha's face was now visible to everyone in the ship.