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marveloustark · 6 years

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All or Nothing 3/?

A few hours had gone by, before I ultimately determined the communication system dead. The drop ship didn’t have much to salvage either, with everything basically burnt to the ground or fried. There was no way we would be relying on technology or electricity anytime soon.

I looked outside the dropship, feeling defeated. Wells had just gone outside to see what the commotion was all about, hearing people screaming in excitement and what sounded like a crackling noise outside. I sat down, staring at the fuses and wires in front of me before a deep voice filled the air.

“I wouldn’t fix that if I were you…”

I turned to the direction from where the voice was coming from.

Bellamy stood at the entrance, blocking my view of the night filled sky. I tilted my head up to him, furrowing my brows together in confusion by his words. Why wouldn’t he want me to fix this?

“Why not? We have to try and find a way to communicate with the others in the Ark.” I replied, grabbing onto a burnt out fuse as I used part of a broken metal to tear apart the broken wires.

Bellamy took a few steps closer to where I was sitting, kneeling down as he turned to face the fuse box I was working on. He took the wire from my hands, bringing it up to his face before quickly yanking it off the box.

Widening my eyes, I looked at him in shock before shoving his hands away from the fuse box.

“You don’t get to destroy what little we have left!”, I exclaimed as I stood up, positioning myself between the box and Bellamy. Taken back by my sudden action, Bellamy took one step back, before letting his eyes fall down to my cuffed wrist.

“You need to go outside, now.” He said sternly, as he turned on his heels and made his way out.

I contemplated for a few seconds, looking back to the box. He had ripped out a part of a fuse that could’ve been somewhat repaired, which left me with nothing to fix inside. Defeated, I took a deep breathe as I dragged my feet out the drop ship, walking into the crowd outside.

I scanned the crowd for anyone that I knew, my eyes quickly falling on Wells as I walked to fall right next to him. He nodded his head at the acknowledgment of my presence, before letting us both examine the scene in front of us.

A girl was sitting down on a log, extending her wrist out for two guys to grab it, with one of them being Murphy. Murphy had a makeshift knife in his hand, letting the sharp object close to her wrist.

They were trying to take off her wristband.

Before Wells and I could do anything, Murphy and his accomplice had already taken the wristband off of her, with everyone cheering happily as soon as the band was off her wrist.

“Who’s next?!”, yelled out Bellamy, stepping out close to the fire as he looked around the crowd.

Wells stepped forward before opening his mouth to speak, “What the hell are you doing?!” He spoke to Bellamy directly.

Someone stepped forward to reply to Wells before Bellamy stopped him with his hand, signaling he would be the one to talk to Wells.

“We’re liberating ourselves, what does it look like?” He replied, looking from Wells to me.

“It looks like you’re trying to get us all killed! The communication system is dead. These wristbands are all we got. Take them off, and the Ark will think we’re dying, that it’s not safe for them to follow.”

“That’s the point Chancellor” Bellamy said, looking pleased with himself at his new nickname for Wells before continuing, “We can take care of ourselves, can’t we?”

The crowd agreed, with some yelling a few “yeah”s as they rallied behind Bellamy.

“You think this is a game?” Wells interjected, stepping closer to Bellamy as he began to call out, “Those aren’t just our friends and our parents up there. They’re our farmers, our doctors, our engineers. I don’t care what he tells you. We won’t survive here on our own, and besides, if it really is safe, how could you not want the rest of our people to come down?” Wells gestured up to the sky, referring back to the Ark, to his home where his father is.

Bellamy quickly replied, “My people already are down. Those people locked my people up.” He said, as he pointed up towards the sky in disgust, “Those people killed my mother for the crime of having a second child. Your father did that.”

Wells and Bellamy quickly entered into a conversation that was more than just about everyone here, something that he home for both of them.

“My father didn’t write the laws” Wells said, Bellamy clearly pushing a button in Wells as he defended his father.

“No. He enforced them, but not anymore, not here. Here, there are no laws.”

As Bellamy spoke, he began to encapture the favor of the crowd, with people quickly siding with him as they yelled out their agreements.”

“Here, we do whatever the hell we want whenever the hell we want. Now, you don’t have to like it, Wells. You can even try to stop it or change it, kill me. You know why? Whatever the hell we want.”

“Whatever the hell we want!”, exclaimed Murphy, taken by Bellamy words as he faced the crowd.

Everyone began to chant along, but Bellamy and Wells continued to stare down to each other.

I stepped forward, having had enough of their personal argument as I grabbed onto Wells’ arm, pulling back towards me to tear his attention away from Bellamy.

Before I could speak, I felt a drop of water on my arm. As I looked closer, I felt millions of other drops hitting my skin.

As we all turned to the sky, we discovered that water was falling from the sky.

Rain.

Everyone cheered in excitement, as no one had ever experienced that phenomenon of having water falling from the sky.

I didn’t have time to enjoy the rain before Bellamy and Wells resumed to talk.

“We need to collect this.” Wells said logically.

“Whatever the hell we want.” Bellamy replied, standing his ground.

Remembering I had my hand on Wells’ arm, I began to pull it away once again, trying to gain Wells’ attention.

“Wells, come on. You don’t need to listen to him. Collect the water” I said, reminding him of his idea.

Wells nodded his head, still looking at Bellamy before tearing away, walking away from the crowd and leaving me alone with Bellamy.

I turned my attention to the taller, dark haired man. He looked at me as he raised an eyebrow.

“This should not turn into a two sided war. We should be bringing people together, not apart.” I said to him, tilting my head towards Wells’ direction.

Bellamy scoffed, tearing his attention away from me for a few seconds before letting his eyes fall into mine.

“This isn’t the Ark. We decide what we do.”

“Yeah? And what if it ends up killing us all?” I replied back, before turning on my heels and walking away, not letting Bellamy have the chance to reply.

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Wells and I spent our time making small barrels in order to collect water from the rain, spreading them out around the drop ship before we both parted ways.

I decided it was time for some sleep, given the long and hard day I just had. I walked down towards a patch of grass that had no trees around it, laying down as I finally began to unwind.

To think, this time yesterday, I was spending my time inside the cell, recounting the stories my mother used to tell me as a child.

Everything was so different: I was in a small, confined space. But now… Now I’m on Earth, the largest space I could ever have. Something that I’ve had stripped away.

I looked back up the sky, picturing the cell once more. It’s crazy to think I called that confinement my home for so long. And now I am here.

As these thoughts began to take over my mind, so did sleep. I closed my eyes, and felt myself being drifted back to the bed in my cell.

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A few hours must have gone by, before I heard a noise coming from yeh other side of the trees.

Yelling, screaming.

Panicked, I got up from my spot, looking around me for any signs of danger before I heard a familiar voice.

“”No! Don’t do this!”

It was Wells.

I let my feet carry me over towards the voice, fearing for the worst.

Images of Murphy standing over Wells with a knife began to flood my mind, as Murphy had tried to hurt him before.

And it’s not like Wells was my friend, but he was one of us. I can’t let anyone die at the hands of the other.

As soon as I was in the clearing, I saw Murphy and Wells, along with other men surround them. I began to run faster, calling out Murphy to stop before Bellamy came from my right side.

He quickly reached out to grab my arm, stopping me from getting to Wells as he held me back before leaning down to talk to me.

“He isn't going to kill Wells. We are just taking off his wristband.” He said to try and calm me down.

I kept trying to pull him away, too distracted to actually try and break free as I watched Murphy take off the band from Well’s wrist, with Wells becoming totally hopeless.

I stopped trying to fight Bellamy, looking up to him.

“What, now you’re going to force me to take off my band too?” I practically spitting out my words to him.

He looked at me, not expecting that type of question from me before completely letting go. He looked away from me, turning to the direction of Murphy before turning his head so only I can hear him.

“Go, before Murphy sees you.” He said, before running towards a now stunned Wells.

I took one last look at Wells to make sure he wasn’t harmed before running back to where I was once sleeping.

I couldn’t let Sinclair think I was dead. I couldn’t let Raven, and the rest of my friends think I was dead. They were the only ones back in the Ark who were family.

I needed them back.

A/N: Sorry about the late upload, as I quickly discovered, doing this episode by episode proved to be a lot more complicated and time consuming than I thought. With that being said, I will be cutting down some scenes in order to save time and effort. I will make the parts longer, so each part will represent an episode.

Please let me know if you’re enjoying this, so I don’t keep wasting my time! Thank you for your patience!

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All or Nothing 2/?

The sound of other’s voices filled my eyes before I could open my eyes. I cleared my throat once before I allowed myself to open my eyes. As soon as I did, everything came flooding back to me. The guards, the walk, Sinclair. I tried to register everything on my own before I heard the people to my right talking to each other. I turned to face them, before recognizing the girl from the Sky Box.

“They didn’t arrested my father, Wells! They executed him! I do hate you!” She exclaimed to the boy besides her.

The boy’s eyes stayed on hers, a flash of hurt took over his face at the girl’s harsh words. The pair looked away from each other before the girl turned to face me.

“Hey, you’re not juvenile. Why are you here?”

Before I had the chance to respond to her, the walls surrounding started to shake. The lights began to flicker as sparks to fly out from the fuses. A sound from outside sounded like the thing we were on started to fail, a series of booms and crashes caused everyone to being shouting. I watch as everyone started to panic, some trying to unbuckle their belts and others looking frantically around as they felt hopeless. The girl next to me began to breathe heavily, looking forward as she tried to remain calm.

The machine carrying us to Earth began shake violently, before feeling the walls around us crashing down. A sound emitted as the machine started to whire down, indicating that we stopped moving.

“Listen… No machine hum.” Someone said.

“Whoa. That’s a first.” Said the guy next to him.

A second of silence washed over everyone before the sounds of belts clicking started to fill the room. I quickly did the same, removing myself from my seat as I dropped down to the first floor where the door was.

I ignore everyone as they began to murmur, trying to look away from the few bodies that laid lifelessly on the floor.

I walk towards the door, making sure that it is in tact before a guy’s voice filled the room.

“The outer door is on the lower level. Let’s go.” He said, having the same thought as I did as I gripped on the handle.

“No. We can’t just open the doors!” Exclaimed the blonde girl, with logic reasoning. I suddenly let go of the handle as I weighed out the options the girl suddenly presented.

My thoughts were interrupted by a male’s presence, making his way towards the door and stood next to me as he also examined the door before having a flood of people rush towards the door. He turned his back on me as he motioned with his hands.

“Hey, just back it up, guys!” He yelled out, preventing anyone from going past him.

“Stop!!” Said the blonde girl, making her way down the ladder and to the front of the group.

She kept her eyes on me and the male, pleading with her eyes as she spoke.

“The air could be toxic…” she said, giving out yet another reason to not go outside.

“If the air is toxic, we’re all dead anyway.” Fired back the male, before being initeruppetd by another girl’s voice.

“Bellamy?” Said the girl, softly as she jumped off the ladder.

The male turned back, as the girl called out his name. Bellamy. He started at her for a few seconds before someone exclaimed, “That’s the girl that hid under the floor!”

The girl made her way towards the male that’s on my side, stopping just short of steps in front of him.

“My god, look how big you are…” He said lowly, before she lunged forward and wrapped her arms around his neck as he returned her hug, embracing each other before pulling away. She examined the jacked he was wearing before she spoke.

“What the hell are you wearing, a guard’s uniform?” She said in disgust, before he answered smugly.

“I borrowed it to get on the drop ship. Someone has got to keep an eye on you.” He said before she once again embraced him as he chuckled.

Their moment was cut short before the blonde asked, “Where’s your wristband?”

The girl turned around after she was finished hugging the man, looking at the blonde with her brows furrowed together in annoyance as she spoke out.

“Do you mind? I haven’t seen my brother in a year.” She spat out, giving the the girl one last look before someone said “No one has a brother.”

“That’s Octavia Blake, the girl they found hidden in the floor!” Another yelled out.

It only took the girl a few seconds to register before she lunged forwards towards the crowd of people, her brother quick to grab her arm as he pulled her back to him, with hers trying to back free.

“Octavia! Octavia no!” He said to her, trying to put her at ease as he struggled to keep her down. “Let’s give them something else to remember you by.” He said, in attempt to shift her focus.

“Yeah, like what?” She questioned him, still clearly annoyed at everyone’s reaction to her. Her brother looked at her with a small smile as he said:

“Like being the first person on the ground in a hundred years…”

She looked at him in excitement, having completely won over him as he turned his back to open the door quickly.

Everyone’s eyes shifted towards the door as we were all suddenly blinded by a bright light, followed by an abundance of green. This was the first time anyone has ever seen Earth, plants, natural light that radiated from the sun. Nature had enamoured and mesmerized us by it’s beauty.

We all looked outside, before my eyes shifted to Octavia’s movements. She hesitated for a few moments before her feet dragged her outside slowly. She let out a breath of fresh air, taking in the first few breaths that nature was providing her with. As soon as she jumped onto the green filled dirt, she looked around before yelling out:

“WE’RE BACK, BITCHEEEEEEEEEES!”

She threw her hands in the air in excitement, clearly gaining the crowd's attention as well as inspiring them as everyone started to run outside the drop ship. Everyone wanted a piece of Earth’s beauty.

I watched as everyone made their way outside, letting them take in their surroundings as I struggled to decide whether to not I wanted to step out before a voice interrupted my thoughts.

“Hey! You can’t be afraid of this, it’s all anyone has ever dreamed about!” Said a male with a beanie over his hair. He motioned with hands hands for me to come out, before I reluctantly agreed. I take a few steps out, before letting out a sigh.

“We made it…”

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Everyone did what they wanted, someone went of to explore a few meters, others stayed behind to examine what was in the drop ship. The blonde, Clarke, went on to look at a map as the brother and sister, Octavia, went to look around. I watched as people talked to one another, before I decided to stay on the drop ship’s doorway, watching everyone.

I watched as Clarke and the boy from earlier were deep in a conversation, before realizing a crowd that began to gather around.

“Screw your father. What, you think you’re in charge here, you and your little Princess?” Asked Octavia, who was to the left of the crowd as began to watch the argument.

“Do you think we care who’s in charge? We need to get to Mount Weather not because the Chancellor said so, but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we’ll get and the hardier this will be. How long do you think we’ll last without those supplies? We’re looking at a twenty-mile trek, okay? So if you want to get there before dark, we need to leave now.” Argued Clarke, who always seemed to have a logical way of looking at things.

“I got a better idea. You two go, find it for us. Let the privileged do the hard work for a change.” Bellamy spoke out, quickly gaining the favor of the crowd as the all agreed.

“You’re not listening. We all need to go.” Said the other guy next to Clarke, who i quickly recognized as the Chancellor’s son, Wells.

“Look at this, everybody… The Chancellor of Earth.” Stepped up a guy with med behind him as he pushed Wells aside, laughing to himself. Wells, stepped away from the guy, and looked at him, clearly angry,

“Think that’s funny?” Wells said threateningly, before the guy pushed him down to the ground.

Clearly, a fight was going to ensue as the crowd began to rally behind the guy who challenged Wells.

I shook my head, we should not be fighting each other if we wanted to survive. I agreed with Clarke, we should find a way to Mount Weather, especially if there is supplies.

Before I knew it, I had stood up from my spot before and started to make my way towards the fight. Before getting arrested, I was trained to be an Ark Guard Cadet, before Sinclair convinced me to work full-time with him, so I knew a great amount of self defense and hand-to-hand combat. As soon as I stepped in, a guy came up from the top of the drop ship, standing between Wells and the guy.

Feeling more confident, I stepped next to the guy, ready to stop another fight if it begins.

“Kid’s got one leg. How about you wait until it’s a fair fight, like a real man.” I asked the guy, watching from the corner of my eyes as the guy who came in between the fight nodded his head in agreement before saying, “Come on, Murphy. You’re telling me he’s really worth the fight?”

Murphy stepped back as he looked between the male and myself, scoffing before nodding his head. Octavia stepped away from her brother as she walked up to the guy and I, looking directly at him.

“Hey, Space walker...Rescue me next..” she said, looking at him with a playfully smile which earned a laugh from the crowd, helping to lighten up the mood. Space Walker, Murphy and everyone walked away after that close fight. Bellamy walked up to his sister with an another facial expression, pulling her away as they began to have their own conversation.

Clarke, Space Walker, and Wells began to have another conversation of their own, before I stepped closer, wanting to help.

“Four of us. Can we go now?” Asked Space Walker before learning his name was Finn, who had a guy in each arm. They were talking about going to Mount Weather to pick up the supplies.

“Sounds like a party, make it five.” Said Octavia as she walked in on the group. Bellamy was quick to join her side as he heard her plan to join them, stopping her in her tracks.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing?” He said, trying to stop her. “Going for a walk”, she replied to her older brother. Clarke stepped up and looked at Finn’s wrists, bringing it up to her as she asked:

“Hey, were you trying to take this off?” She asked.

“Yeah, so?”

“So, this wristband tras it’s your vital signs to The Ark. Take it off, and they’ll think you’re dead.”

“Should I care?”

“Well, I don’t know. Do you want the people you love to think you’re dead? Do you want them to follow you down here in two months? Because they won’t if they think we’re dying.” She explained, pushing his hand back down.

The group fell silent, knowing that she was right.

“Okay! Now let’s go.” She said, before I stood in front of her.

“Make it 6, I’m coming with you.” I said, crossing my arms over my chest to seem more confident.

Clarke looked at me before raising an eyebrow, stepping as i pointed her finger at me.

“Hey, you’re Rose. You were a Ark Guard Cadet before working as mechanic and engineer for Sinclair.” She said, almost accusingly.

“Yeah, and what about it?” I said in return, raising my eyebrow.

“No, you need to stay here, with Bellamy and Wells. Find out what you can about the drop ship, and if the communication system is really down. We need you here more than with us.” She said, looking over to Bellamy as she nodded her head.

I tilt my head, before ultimately deciding that she had a point. I turned to look at Bellamy, point towards the drop ship.

“If you need me, I’ll be right in there.” I told him before turning around, heading towards the drop ship.

Clarke and the rest of the 4 started to make towards the forest, Bellamy granting Octavia permission to go as they said their goodbyes.

I walked through the door of the drop ship, making my way towards the communication system before seeing Wells walk behind me, “Hey, I’ll help you.” He said as I nodded.

A/N: Sooo this is kind of Part 2, and part 3 are together, but I had to break it up since Tumblr didn’t let me post up the whole part together.

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marveloustark · 6 years

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All or Nothing (1/_)

Prompt: Rose has spent 2 and a half years in her life in the Sky Box, committing a crime that she would not dare repeat out loud. When The Ark decideds to send all the Juveniles down to Earth, she can't help but wonder why she was sent down as well, seeing as she should have been floated now that she is 21 years old. As Rose, along with The 100, struggle to survive the dangers of a new Earth, they always have to fight to live on the planet they were once from. Rose encounters many situations, from Grounders, to friendships, to getting close to Bellamy Blake.

Author’s Note: Some things, such as dialogue and/or scenes with certain characters will be changed, for the sake of writing in Rose’s character to the story. It will stay true to the script and TV show as much as I can make it, which means I will be uploading once a week or once every two weeks. Please bear in mind, it does take a lot of time to just do one episode, so some scenes might be written off altogether.

Preface: Rose’s Survival

“This wasn’t your decision to make!”

“I had to do whatever was necessary to make sure you stay alive!”

“You don’t get to choose who lives, who dies! You aren’t God! You don’t get to make these kinds of sacrifices!

“I can if it means you get to live!”

“And because of that, you’re going to die…”

It’s the same conversation I replay over and over… in my head, in my dreams, in my nightmares. The conversation that carries out the same scene that has been haunting me for the past 2 years. Or… was it 3? I had lost track after day 680. It’s so easy to lose track of time in this cell. Aside from the once-a-month privilege to be outside for 10 minutes, this cell was all I had. Well, “outside”, if you can even call it that. Beyond the small walls surrounding the Sky Box, and past the walls that surrounded the Ark, it was all just space. Matter. Stars. Sun. Moon. Earth. The same Earth that was left behind 90 years or so because of a nuclear disaster. At least, that is what were we taught in school. From what I can remember, looking past the layers of glass that protected us, Earth was still beautiful, a hell of a lot more beautiful than this place we all call Home.

What I don’t get is the fact that I should been floated on day 680, the day I turned 18. I don’t understand why or how I am still alive, I know they know I’m alive, why else would they keep feeding me and providing me with my monthly privilege? Is this their new of punishing people? Leaving them in their cell past the day they were suppose to get floated, to have them fear every morning that it’ll be the lady day of their lives? If so, it’s sickening. I hate living in fear, never knowing when I will be floated. But then comes the logical side of that argument: why would would they waste precious oxygen on us prisoners? I guess I’ll never know that answer...

I turned to my left side, facing the cold, dark wall that’s attached to my small bed. I figure, it’s better to stay awake rather than sleep, it avoids the haunting past. I can sleep later, I mean, what more is there to do in this cell?

My thoughts were quickly interrupted by the familiar sound of the door’s alarm, the hissing sound of the lock opening as the door swings open, two guards walking inside.

“Prisoner 236, face the wall.” Spoke one of the guards, as the other came to the edge of my bed and placed a box on top of it. I look from guard to guard, feeling a sense of relief as well as panic. I guess they finally decided that I wasn’t worth wasting oxygen.

I did as I was told, throwing my legs over and off the bed as I push myself up. I automatically put my hands behind my back, facing the wall directly across from the bed. I kept ignoring my instinct to live, the urge to strike the guard in his stomach and try to escape this cell. After all, my death has been long overdue.

“Hold out your right arm, quickly!” The guard with the box spoke up, moving behind me as he grabbing my arm to turn my body as to face him.

I look up to him, my eyebrows furrowing together in confusion at his request. My arm? Why would he need my arm?

Before I can act, he stuck a thick band across my wrist. As soon as the metal hit my skin, I let out a hiss. There was something sticking into my wrist, as if a needle was poking through. Even more confused, I looked away from my wrist to the guard in front of me. He took one look at me before putting my hands together once more, playing handcuffs around to restrain me. Without a second thought, both guards escorted me outside my cell.

As the realization of my last day breathing set in, I finally saw what was going on around me.

Each cell that had a juvenile inmate had guards on each door, escorting the prisoners outside. In sight, I even saw some guards putting on the same band across some of the prisoner’s wrist before walking towards the main exit. What the hell was going on? Where they planning on floating us all at the same time?

Just like my thoughts, I heard a female’s voice a few short steps ahead of me.

A girl, who didn’t look more than 18, was struggling with the guard. Her actions seemed scared, nervous. Her instinct to survive must be setting in.

“No!” She yelled out, as she started to run towards the exit as well.

From behind me, I felt someone push me out of their way. My back hit the wall as I felt pain shoot up my back. A woman, surrounded by guards, was walking up the the young girl. She set her hands on the young one as she frantically tried to calm her down.

“Clarke, stop. Wait here.”

“Mom? Mom, what’s going on? What is this?”

Before I could listen in to the rest of the conversation, I was dragged away by the two guards who escorted me from my room. I quickly complied to their order, not wanting to make a scene as the girl did.

We walked towards the exit on the left side, walking past other guards and their prisoners as we all headed the same way down the huge hallway.

“Steven, Noah. We need you to escort prisoner 236 to the meeting chambers.” A voice boomed out of the speaker of the walkie-talkie.

My ears perked up at the mention of my number, looking over to the guard that held the device to his lips.

“Got it, on our way, Sir.”

Both guards wrapped one arm around me and stopped me in the tracks, pushing me to the right and passed other prisoners as we made out way to what I assumed was the meeting chambers.

But why would they want me there? Shouldn’t I be going with the rest of them? Am I going to be executed in a different way?

Before I could continue my thoughts, we stopped in front of a door. One guard stepped foward and opened the door, as the other who held onto me pushed me inside, leaving me alone inside the room. Before I could register what was happening, another person came inside the room from the door on the other side.

Sinclair.

I let out a breath of air I didn’t realize I was holding in before lunging myself foward, trying to make my way towards the only familiar face I’ve seen in years.

Sinclair quickly stepped forward, wrapping his arms around me as a small whimper was drawn out of my lips. The man I saw as my father rubbed his hands on my back in a comforting way for only a few seconds, before pulling away and setting his hands on my shoulders.

“Listen, Rose. We don’t have a lot of time together.”

“I know, I know I’m sorry. I am so sorry, please forgive me. I’m sorry for dying” I cried out, my voice failing my as I my words came out more of a sob.

Sinclair shook his head, raising one hand to stop me from speaking further.

“Listen to me, Rose. You aren’t dying. None of you guys are. You’re being sent back to Earth, you’re getting another chance!”

I furrowed my eyebrows once again, confused at his words as I tried to make sense of him.

“Earth? Am I not being floated, I don’t under-“

“We are sending all of you to Earth. All the Juveniles. The only reason why they didn’t float you as soon as you turned 18 was because I pleaded them to spare you. I told them you worked under me, and that you could be a huge resource for all of them given your background and your skills. Now, you have to go. I shouldn’t even be talking to you.”

“No, Sinclair please I’m so-“

“Please, Rose. Go. I love you, just please. Please don’t die out there.” He said, before guards busted through the door.

One grabbed me before I could talk to Sinclair one more time, the last image of him would be seeing him escorted out of the room.

I tried to fight off the guard who grabbed me, wanting more time with Sinclair before I felt a sharp pain shoot up my arm. I felt my body freeze, the numbness taking over all my sense as my eyes started to flutter shut.

A/N: Please, let me know if you want more! It motivates me and makes me feel like my time isn’t wasted by writing this!

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