My Allegiance

#Okay so this is my first story for The 100. The First chapter is a bit same old, same old, but please read to the end of chapter three before saying its like all the other 100 story's#

#First and last warning their will be some swearing, mention of sex, murder and other adult themes.#

Chapter One

I dance around an open field. My bare feet damp with morning due. A light breeze blowing strands of light brown hair into my eyes, as sunlight shines upon my pale skin. I feel so free…

That's how I know this is a dream. I have never seen a field. Never felt morning dew, or a breeze, none of us have. All those things and more, were destroyed over 97 years ago when earth was destroyed by a nuclear war. But the human race survived and the last of mankind now lives in space, on The Ark.

But if all of mankind's hopes lie upon the Ark, we are soon to be extinct. When the Ark was made, so were rules to keep it running as long as possible. The main rule was people could only have one child to keep down population. Then there were other rules like only X amount of medication can be used on one person. No stealing, no extra food or leaving the mess hall with food, no alcohol, no trading, no disobeying instructions from superiors. No fighting, and of course no killing. Oh and no running- unless you had a fucking good reason, you weren't allowed to run! -because it wastes oxygen, blah, blah, blah.

And if you were found breaking the rules, and you were over the age of eighteen you got floated, sucked out into space without a second "I didn't mean it." But if you were under eighteen you were sent to stay in the Skybox - which is a high-tech version of what prisons on earth were like - and trilled on your eighteenth birthday, where you were either floated or sent back to salvation to do demeaning jobs. But hey, that's just my opinion… and everyone else's that is, or has ever been stuck in the Skybox.

Yeah, I like many others, broke one little rule and got thrown in a small grey room to rot away until I turn eighteen and get floated. Yep, not even holding hope out for the big man upstairs to vote me a second chance. You might wonder what I did that was so bad, well… I'm not going to tell you, we just met. Hell you don't even know my name and if I go telling you what I did… let's just say you wouldn't want to be my friend, and I would like you to be my friend. I don't have many of them left, more like none.

And I really need a friend, someone to talk to, I'm going a bit crazy here talking to thin air and hoping it will talk back… but it never does. Maybe it will tomorrow…

Maybe it will tomorrow…

As I write the last word down in my notebook, a buzzing noise rings through my cell and I look up to see the steal door opening. Cautiously, I put down my notebook and pencil, and swing my legs off the bed so my bare feet touch the cold grey concrete of the solitary cell floor.

A guard holds open the door as Marcus Kane walks into my cell. This is the thired visit I'd had from him over the past nine years I've been kept prisoner in here.

"Prisoner 2-0-5," he greets me solemnly, as two guards followed him in shutting the door behind them.

"Father, to what do I owe this great honour?" I smirk as irritation flicks through his dark eyes.

"Get up!" Kane orders, his face turning to a scowl the longer he looks at me.

"Why? My review isn't for another six months-"

"Prisoner 2-0-5, get up!" the guard to Kane's left, commands.

"What do you want?" I ask, standing up.

"Hold out your right hand," says the other guard.

"I told you I have another six months!" I bark spinning to face the man, keeping my hands by my sides.

"Just do what your told…" Kane snarls.

"What you can't even say my name now, am I really that much of a disappointment," I smile venomously as Kane shakes with anger and his hands tighten to fests. I could always push people's buttons but my Father, he just made it too easy.

"Just do what you're told for once!" Kane growls.

"As you wish father, dearest," I say sickly sweet, holding my hands out to the guard. I never break my eye contact with Kane as one guard grabs my right arm and the other clamps a devise on my wrist.

"What the fuck," I hiss in pain. The devise feels like three knives had been stabbed through my wrist. The guards began to drag me to the cell exit, stopping feet in front of Kane.

"You can't get rid of me this easily, Father. You can't float all your problems!" I shout at him.

Kane takes a step forward so there is no distance left between us, he lifts a white knuckled fist and then… it all goes black.

The sound of a machine humming, and murmuring voices wakes me. My vision's blurry, and my head's banging like a snare drum making me shut my eyes quickly... What happened? The last thing I remember is Kane and- that son of a bitch punched me as I was being dragged off to be floated. That's just- Wait, wait if I was getting floated I would be dead by now, wouldn't I? Not in unconvertable pain. I breathe deeply through my nose and reopen my eyes; blinking rapidly to adjust my eyes to the poorly lit room.

It takes me a few seconds to understand where I am, a pod? A launch pod! What the hell?! I strain my neck to get a better view of my surroundings; people are strapped on seats to all sides of the room. What the hell is going on?! I turn towards the person closest to me; a girl with pale skin and long curly black hair and ask, "What's happening?"

Her head snaps up to look at me, "Oh! You were sleeping, I thought you were dead."

"I- uh-" What am I meant to say to that?

"She is dead, we all are!" Calls a guy from the row behind us.

"Shut up, Murphy!" the girl next to me snaps, twisting her head to look between the seats where some guys are strapped up against the back wall.

"What the hell is going on?!" I start having a small panic attack, am I alive, am I dead, is it really that hard to tell the difference?

"They're sending us to the ground!" I look to where that guy's voice comes from and see Chancellor Jaha's son Given I have never seen him in real life or know his name, but I have seen him on video feed of a few ceremonies before.

"Forget I asked…" with wide eyes I sink back in my chair. I'm not being reviewed, Kane is sending me to an uncharted, and radiation soaked, wasteland. Can I vote to be floated instead?!

The pod begins to shake, "What was that?" ask the blonde that sits next to Chancellor's son.

"That was the atmosphere," Chancellor's son answers just before the lights flicker and screens around the room light up, Jaha's face appearing on them all.

"Prisoners of the Ark, hear me now. You have been given a second chance." A second chance?! I would have rather been floated then used as a human guinea pig. "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. 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."

"Your dad's a dick Wells!" a guy's voice calls out and some of the others laugh. Wells? Oh that must be Chancellor Jaha's son.

"Those crimes will be forgiven; your records wiped clean. Your drop site has been chosen carefully. Before the last war Mount Weather was a military base built within a mountain that was to be stocked with enough non-perishables to sustain 300 people-" Jaha's speech is tuned out by people's shouts.

"Check it out!" a shout echoes across the room.

"Yeah Finn!"

"Whoa, go Finn!"

"Space bandit strikes again!" A guy in a beanie is floating around the pod.

Passing my row, he comes to a stop in front of me, an amused smirk on his face as he crosses his arms saying. "Hey beautiful, haven't seen you before," and sends a wink my way.

I scoff, pull my right leg back and put all my forces into kicking at him. Luckily he isn't too far away and my foot easily makes contact with his side. The guy, Finn goes flying over the centre screens and almost crashes into Wells and the blonde girl. But just catches himself on the metal bars next to their seats.

A few laughs, wows and cheeky comments flow about the room. Finn looks back at me over his shoulder with a stupid grin still on his face and calls, "Hurting is flirting beautiful, you must be crazy about me!"

I bang my head back into the seat I see two other guys undoing their straps. "Oh shit. Look what you started!" I gesture towards the other dickheads now floating around.

"Get back in your seats if you want to live!" the blonde that sits next to Wells yells at the boys but they don't listen. But all the cheering dies down for the last part of Jaha's speech.

"Mount Weather is life. You must locate those supplies immediately. Your one responsibility is to stay alive." Then the screens go dead and Jaha's words hang in the air for a few seconds before the pod began to shaking rapidly. The pod makes an abrupt jolt causing me to slam forward in my seat. Finn and the other free floating guys are thrown across the room at high speed.

"Finn are you okay?" the blonde calls to no response.

"Shouldn't the rockets have fired by now?" yells the girl next to me.

"It's okay!" I think it's the blonde saying this but my vision blurs from being shaken and my ears pop. "Everything on this ship is a hundred years old, right? Just give it a second."

"We are sooooo… dead," I hiss, as my hands tightening their death grip on the straps across my chest that have started to cut and burn the sides of my neck. Panicked screams ring through the pod and I wonder how they are managing to make so much noise when my own lungs feel like two deflated balloons.

The room starts to shake even more frantically, and over the screams I can hear a hissing noise behind me, and fog fills the air -a pipe must have broken. My vision is blurred and blocked by the fog and moments later the lights go out so I just close my eyes and hope death is less painful then life.

The seconds that pass feel like life times but before I know it there's a final shake and a loud bang.

Slowly I open my eyes, having to blink them several times to help adjust as the lights flicker back on. Everything is silent, dead silent, but everyone I can see looks very much alive, looking around just like me with wide eyes filled with shock.

"Listen," says a guy on one of the back wall. "No machine hum."

"Whoa that's a first," mutters the guy with goggles next to him. But it's so true, on the ark, no matter where you went there was no escaping the hum of machines. But now… god my ears feel like they're broken with the silence. It only lasts another moment though, before people undo their straps, chatting to one another and starting to walk about the room.

With shaky fingers I unclip my harness and slide from the seat. My legs are weaker than expected and I hit the metal floor, hard.

"Oh, are you okay?" I look up to see the girl I was sitting next to looking down at me with an extended hand and kind eyes. I gratefully take her hand and shakily rise to my feet, having to grip to a nearby post for a few seconds as feeling comes back to my legs.

"Uh thanks," I mutter quietly.

"It's okay, I'm Bree. What's your name?"

"…Alice," I hesitate slightly but she doesn't seem to notice. So no, that's not my name, my real name is so unforgettable and one of a kind that anyone that's ever been on the Ark remembers it, and what I have done… So I keep it a secret, and hope no one ever finds out. I mutter "bye" to Bree as I clumsily walk to the other side of the ship where Finn was pulling himself off the ground. "I guess the ship loved those guys to much," I say dryly looking next to Finn where the other guys that had left their seats lie died from the impact.

The blonde girl that had been sitting by Wells got here just before I did, and looks up from the bodies, sending a death glare my way. "This isn't funny," she snaps.

"I don't remember laughing," I say bitterly.

She opens her mouth to respond but someone yelling, "The outer door is on the lower level. Let's go!" takes her attention away from me. A disagreeing look crosses her face as people begin to flood down to the lower level of the pod.

"No! We can't just open the doors!" the blondie yells out as she races over to the ladder leading to the lowest level. I look back at Finn one more time, as he sadly looks to the bodies, obviously blaming himself. Then I jog over to the latter - now fully mobile on my feet - and push by a few people to get down the latter faster.

As I push my way through the room of people I find the blondie - who I really needed to learn the name of - speaking harshly to a guy dressed in a guard's uniform, unlike the patched rags everyone else wears. He looks older then everyone here, not by much, five years at the most. His black hair is slicked back, and a five o'clock shadow is forming on his sharp jaw line.

"The air could be toxic," says Blondie, trying to urge the man away from the door.

"Who the hell put you in charge?" I don't even realise the words have left my lips before Blondie sends a death glare my way.

The man's lips twitch in amusement before he says, "Well if the air is toxic, we're all dead anyway," he turns to the lever at the right of the door and reaches for it to open the door.

As his fingertips touch the lever a girl with long brown hair and smooth complexion, that had been descending one of the far ladder's calls out, "Bellamy?" The man's body tenses slightly as he turns back to the crowd who separate to let the girl that had called out by. She rushes towards the guy at the door, both wearing sad yet joyful emotions on their faces.

Bellamy holds the girl at arms lengths for a few moments, as his eyes quickly look her up and down before pulling her into a tight hug. After the moment of the embrace, the girl steps back slightly then a lot after she looks at the uniform he wares. "What the hell are you wearing? A guard's uniform?" she asks in disgust.

"I borrowed it to get on the drop ship. Someone's got to keep an eye on you," he jokes, she sighs and throws her arms around his shoulders again.

"Where's your wristband?" Blondie asks her tone a little annoyed.

"Do you mind?" the girl snaps at Blondie. "I haven't seen my brother in a year."

"No one has a brother!" shouts someone at the back of the crowd.

"That's Octavia Blake!" another person exclaims. "The girl they found hidden in the floor!" That set the whole room alight with gossipy comments.

Octavia is about to lunge at the crowd, and I side step out of her way. But luckily her brother catches her arms and holds her back. "Octavia! Octavia, no! Let's give them something else to remember you by."

"Yeah?" She says stepping out of his hold and turning to look at his face. "Like what?"

"Like being the first person on the ground in a hundred years," he smiles as Octavia's face lights up. Before Blondie could protest Bellamy turns and grips the lever, and with a deep breath pulls it down. A heavenly bright light fills the room, momentarily blinding me and everyone else.

My eyes burn from the brightness but I don't dare look away. Black spots cloud my vision and I blink a few times. When they adjust I can see trees, real trees, and clear blue sky, it looks more beautiful and real then I ever thought possible. Octavia cautiously makes her way down the ramp; pausing to take a deep breath of real air. She stops at the edge for a few moments, then steps off the ramp her feet landing with a strange crunching sound. Leaves? She looks to the sky raising her arms above her head and shouts, "We're back, bitches!"

Everyone cheers rushing to get out and see what has never been any more than a wishful dream for our generation. I run by a few people as I leap off the ramp, the smile on my face has never been bigger. As I start to run on solid ground, moving faster than I ever have. Wind whips long strands of hair around my face, a few going into my mouth but nothing could ruin this. I run for over a minute with bushes brushing against my genes as I run down a slight decline. I jump over a fallen log covered in green moss, my feet slip out from under me as they land on loose soil and I fall on my rear. But damp soil and leaves soften my fall and I can't help but laugh. I lean back on the fallen log and drag my fingers through the soil, dirt catching under my finger nails.

My breath is ragged, lungs burning for air so I just lay there looking up through the thick tree branches to the clear sky. Thinking about how just this morning I was locked in a steel cell up there in space, and now I'm here! On earth! It feels too good to be true.

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