||COMPLETED|| She was not a hero. It wasn't because she lacked bravery or because she lacked humanity. It was because she was a weapon. Nothing less, and certainly nothing more. ~*~*~ Scythe's voice did not waiver, "There are reasons that people turn into monsters and those reasons are always other people. I liked solitary because nobody could turn me into more of one than I already was." Bellamy let go of her hand, "You are not a monster, Scythe." A ghost of a smile graced her features, but it was heavy, sad, and gone in an instant, "You're wrong. Ask anyone at this camp." "They don't know you." "And you do?" DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE 100

At the age of nine, everyone Quinn loved was taken away from her - murdered because of something her father had done years before. She's been surviving on her own for almost ten years with no home or family to go back to. Until one day a hundred kids fall from the sky. Quinn is captured by the kids, thinking she is a danger to them all. But they are yet to realise one very important fact: they both are facing the same enemy. The Grounders. [the 100; season one] © theaeden 2015