Earth's Weaknesses: Parts 1-7 (The 100 Fanfiction)

PART ONE // Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Just Visiting

I remember being led to the dropship, but it was mostly a blur. My mind could barely contain the thoughts that were running through it. The ground? After all this time, they were sending the hundred to earth? It wasn't supposed to be inhabitable again for... —I tracked the numbers in my mind, giving up quicker than I could properly start— for a hell of a long time. Way after I'm supposed to be long gone. But that's just how it is on the Ark.

Everything is about survival.

I looked around, the kid next to me reached up and adjusted the goggles perched on his head as they began to rise upwards. He secured them down before sticking out a hand, which he changed to a mock salute before I could shake it. "Jasper."

"Good to know. I'm Alyssa. I'm also taking bets— how long do you think we'll survive down there? Two minutes? I'm thinking about three days at most."

He laughed, "Who cares? We're gonna be down here, they're stuck up there, and even if we die at least we've been here." Jasper shrugged. "Might as well tick a few things off the ol' bucket list."

It was my turn to laugh. He was actually kind of right. Jasper made a good point. Before he could make any others, Chancellor Jaha's voice rang out across the screen.

"Prisoners of The Ark, hear me now. You've been given a second chance, and as your Chancellor, it is my hope that you see this as not just a chance for you, but a chance for all of us, indeed for mankind itself. We have no idea what is waiting for you down there. If the odds of survival were better, we would've sent others. Frankly, we're sending you because your crimes have made you expendable."

Someone else called out from the upper level, "Your dad is a dick, Wells."

Jaha, more like jackass. Although it's not like I didn't deserve to be here. I'd made more than my fair share of screwups. I barely realised that I'd said it out loud, albeit quietly. No one seemed to hear but Jasper, and he gave it away by laughing and whispering 'jackass' to himself.

I listened more closely to the people upstairs, ignoring Jaha. Looking down, I judged the clothes I was wearing. The boots were sturdy, the jacket not waterproof, but waterproof enough. Not that it would matter anyway, if there was radiation out there we'd die instantly, no point in preventing hypothermia if you're already dead.

The ship jolted and I was thrown backwards in my seat. "The fuck?" I looked around, everyone else was holding on for dear life. Either we were landing, or something was going very, very wrong.

There was a loud crash, and suddenly everything went silent. I looked up, everyone seemed to be thinking the same thing. "Listen," I heard the boy on the other side of Jasper whisper. "No machine hum."

"Whoa. That's a first." Jasper nodded, reaching to unclip his seatbelt along with everyone else. I did the same, falling forwards on numb legs as soon as I tried to stand. As soon as the pins and needles evaporated, I pushed off and stood up for real, watching everyone crowd towards the doors.

Someone was standing in front of them, in a guards uniform. That couldn't be right, there's no way they'd have sent someone from the guard down with us. "Hey, just back it up guys. And if the air is toxic, we're all dead anyway." He stood in front of the door, looking around before another girl who looked like him descended the ladder and ran towards him.

"Bellamy?"

Ah, I thought to myself. Not a guard then. I watched the reunion, still keeping an eye on the door behind them. That was Octavia Blake, the girl they found hidden in the floor. There's a reason you're only allowed one child on the Ark, it's a drain on resources. That's why their mother got floated, I think. The door opened behind them, and Octavia walked out on the ramp towards the ground. She let out a deep breath, before grinning and stepping onto the Earth. She didn't die, and that was clearly considered a victory because she screamed out "WE'RE BACK BITCHES!" And soon, everyone else was pushing past her to get onto the ground.

We're on the ground.

Holy shit, we're on the ground.

I took a step, my feet landing firmly on the ground and kicking up a bit of dirt as I tilted my head back to look at the trees above us. We actually did it. Well, this isn't something I ever thought I'd see. Taking a few steady but cautious steps, I walked around to the side of the dropship, taking in the view of the mountains next to a blonde girl who held up a map to the light, before lowering it and running a hand through her hair in disbelief.

"What's up?" I asked, curious.

She folded her arms across her chest. "Do you see that peak over there?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Mount Weather. There's a radiation-soaked forest between us and our next meal. They dropped us on the wrong damn mountain." She grimaced.

Raising an eyebrow, I replied "Considering I didn't think we'd survive the landing, or being on the ground more than two seconds, I'd say we're doing pretty well. But I see the point, I'm Alyssa."

"Clarke Griffin."

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We were on earth. I couldn't help taking a little walk through the trees, running my hand through the hopefully non-murderous leaves. When I got back, sure enough, the area around the dropship had descended into chaos. Something tugged the back of my mind, a book about kids on an island, madness, cannibalism, and something to do with a pig's head. If it were anything like this, we'd all die, slowly.

I watched another kid— might be Finn, the spacewalker— step in between a now limping Wells and a kid who's name I think might have been Murphy. The fight dissipated along with the crowd and I couldn't help but eavesdrop on the nearby conversation between the two Blake siblings. "I did something, okay, to get on the dropship," Bellamy hissed. "Something they will kill me for when they come down."

Well, well, well. So much for being cleared of all charges. Then again, he did sneak on. But some of our crimes aren't as low-ranking as theft. By the time the people from the Ark come down, if they ever do, I'll be eighteen. That means some of us are more liable to be prosecuted than others.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a group of four speaking in hushed whispers, and when Octavia joined them Bellamy looked as if he might explode. The electronic wristband itched, and I resisted the urge to pry it off there and then using whatever I could find as I walked towards the small group. "Where are you going?"

"Mount Weather, we're going to get supplies," Clarke answered.

I shrugged, "Good plan. I'd come, but... someone with an actual brain needs to make sure these idiots don't die."

Finn laughed, "Even better plan."

It wasn't long before they did descend into the aforementioned madness, minus the cannibalism. Someone seemed to think it was a good idea to start prying off the wristbands, and however much people like Wells Jaha objected, what if we didn't want them to come? They wouldn't come if they thought we were dead, so it was solid. I cut the line, standing in front of Murphy.

"Do it."

"Someone's eager," he raised an eyebrow.

I held out my wrist. "Someone doesn't want to be found if they do decide to come to the ground."

Murphy laughed, "Fair."

He pried the wristband off and let it fall into the fire, I winced but didn't make a sound. Once he was done, I nodded and sat down on the edge of the dropship. Something wet hit my head, and I didn't register at first until it rolled down my face and reached my lips. Rain. The thunder crashed and people began to celebrate, chanting "Whatever the hell we want" as the rain got heavier and soaked them through.

Whatever the hell we want, I thought. Life on the ark... 'whatever the hell we want' was a foreign concept, but here? It's happening, people are actually doing whatever the hell they want. There's a good chance that could get them killed, but something told me that they believed it would be worth it.