Persphyni : I am Darkness

3

"We're back bitches!" Ugh, is this what a hangover feels like?

I lifted my head as I heard hoots and hollers come from somewhere near by. I slowly cracked open my eyes, expecting to be back in my cell but instead I was strapped to a chair. More specifically, I was seat-belted in to a chair that I could only imagine belonged to a drop-ship. More specifically the drop ship that made it down to earth. And judging by the fact I wasn't dead and there weren't people inside, we actually made it.

"Hell of an eighteenth birthday." The whisper left my lips as I began to unbuckle. I groaned as I stood, stretching from my position. When I place my hands behind my lower back to stretch I felt the metal outline of something through my leather jacket.

"No way." I was talking to myself, the act normal as I had done it over and over again before Clarke had joined me in solitary. Clarke! She had to be down here! That means I can finally meet her. The thought made me happy, but suddenly very queasy. I put the gun back, securing it with my belt as I ran my hands through my hair to my pony and down my long braid. I could meet my friend. And I could lose her just as fast. I ran my hand along the scar across my cheek. Remembering.

I heard footsteps begin to climb up the ladder and hurried away to hide in a corner. I watched a tall, dark skinned boy climb up past this level and to the next one, completely oblivious to me. I stood from my crouch, stopping halfway to check something.

Miller's dad sure knows how to pick a knife. The dagger was covered in a sheath that hid in my right boot. The blade sharp enough to draw blood as I ran it over my finger. I could get used to this. I stuck the dagger back into the sheath and walked to the ladder. I sucked on the blood as I walked over, keeping an eye out for anyone to sneak up on me as I did the embarrassing act.

Soon the small scratch clotted and I could climb down without potentially infecting the cut. Who knows what's been on this ladder, plus I think if I learned anything from the books is that small stuff can have major repercussions. Small stuff like turning around and seeing the opened door of the drop ship.

The first thing I saw was green. The color so great in contrast to the grey walls of solitary I had been confined to for six years. The second was the joy as teens ran amok, laughing and yelling as they took in all earth had to offer. Earth, the ground, we had actually made it.

The third thing was the sun. So bright and warm against my skin as I began to walk out of the metal contraption. I inhaled the oxygen, fresh, crisp, cool, in this moment I had never felt greater peace knowing that I had made it to earth. I was on the ground, I made it home.

A loud smack sounded from the entrance of the drop ship as I clasped both of my hands against my now hot cheek.

"Did you just slap yourself?" I spun around to see the teen from before who had climbed up the ladder.

"Had to make sure it was real." My voice was emotionless as I eyed him wearily, quickly snapping into a blank stare. This is the first time I've been near a boy my own age, I had been in skybox solitary for six years. But my whole life was practically solitary.

"I understand. Come on. I'm Wells." He stepped towards me and held a hand out.

"Um. Hi, Wells. I'm uh, call me Atlys." I awkwardly shook his hand. He tilted his head when I gave him my name but he didn't question it.

"So Atlys, welcome to earth."

I followed him over to a blonde who seemed to be working on a map. I didn't pay much attention to their conversation as I peered at the map. I was right behind the girl as she worked, I remained quiet until she said something that sparked my attention.