Agent 'Storm' Emmerson is the only female guard on the arc, she also happens to be the most feared and disciplined guard of them all. The elite. Storm was selected to train a young Bellamy Blake, this was due to a screening process undertaken for all new-born children of the ark, in order to create pairings that will ensure a stronger and smarter population. According to the screening they were a perfect match for one another. Storm was high up in the guard and she was selected to lead a mission the chancellor had planned, one of the expendable population, she knew why she was sent. The 100 prisoners all got carted onto the dropship and Storm needed to blend in, which she succeeded in, until Jaha's video ruined her cover, alongside a face she has hoped to never see again. Bellamy Blake stood up, "They sent down the most expendable and most heartless of their agents, the one who would have floated each and every one of you on your birthdays" Highest Rankings #1 - 100 1.6.19 #6 - the100 1.6.19 #6 - octaviablake 1.6.19

● Sequel to Floated Angel ● {Based off the tv series The 100 ~ season 2} Against all odds, Eden Taylor is alive. She barely survived through betrayal, heartbreak and torture. To stay alive, she needs to work out who she can trust or if she should go it alone. Yet, with the 100 split up and things still up in the air, everything is more difficult. The Grounders haven't forgotten the things Eden has done, but the Mountain Men have seen them.

{Based off the tv series The 100~ season 1} {Completed} ~•~ Eden Taylor the girl that really does live by the phrase "whatever the hell we want." Sent to Earth as part of the 100, Eden thinks everything is just fun and games until reality kicks in. They're not alone. And whoever's out there wants them all dead. Blood must have blood. And Eden has spilt a lot of it. ~Excerpt~ Chilly, callous glowers were directed at me, like serrated daggers to a target, as everyone swarmed Bellamy's conscious yet weak body. I was edged off to the side, each pair of eyes dismissing the pleading expression I wore. Through the small group of people I could make out Octavia helping her brother sit up. I wanted to help and take care of Bellamy but I knew they wouldn't let me, not now. We were all classed as criminals but now I guessed they deemed me worse than any person down here. They had to understand, it's not how it was made out to be. I needed to explain so they knew everything and maybe their thoughts would change. "Please, let me explain." "There's nothing to explain. We heard it through the radio." "I swear that's not what really happened. Just- please let me explain, Bellamy." "Stop begging." "Bellamy, say something. Please say something..." "You should leave camp now before people find out." ~End of Excerpt~