The 100: Rump In The Ground

Alaric was sitting on the floor in the middle of a dark room in the Sky Box, waiting for the guards to come and take him away from "The Hole," as he had come to call the dark, cold, and stinky place without light, made of four walls and a latrine that constituted his solitary confinement, compared to the normal cells. He had lost all sense of time since being inside the Sky Box.

He still remembered vividly the day Kelly informed him of his father's death as they floated him. He didn't see it happen because he was locked up, awaiting his trial. Kelly tried to get him out, but that son of a bitch Kane used the excuse to keep him inside indefinitely by association, claiming he knew too much about the Ark's problems. That day was a bad and sad day.

His mother came a day later to see him after his dad died, and he broke down before her as his dad's sudden death hit him hard. She asked him to stay strong in this place and wait for a chance to get him out. That day was a bad one too.

Then they locked up his sister for treason because of what she was saying about spreading the information the moment the guards took her away. That day, he snapped and knocked out as many guards as he could before they subdued him and sent him for the first time into 'The Hole.' He didn't kill any guards, just knocked them out because he knew that killing them would only cause him to be killed instead of awaiting the review for his case when he turned 18 years old. That was the most damned day of all.

The good days were when he could see his sister, Kelly when they allowed her to visit, his mom, and when Raven appeared on every visitation day after finding out what had happened to him.

This was his second time in this dark cage after hitting a few more guards for trying to get too smart with him.

This place was going to be fucked anytime, and here he was, locked in this shithole.

After an unknown amount of time, as he was resting on the ground, suddenly there was a loud noise as the big metal door of the cage opened and the room got illuminated.

Three guards entered, one pointing a pistol at him, another with a baton, and the last one holding a box.

"Prisoner 222, face the wall," the guard with the pistol ordered.

"Finally, I can get out of this shithole," Alaric smirked. "You took your sweet time in taking me away from here, Lance."

Alaric recognized the three guards by now, after all the time spent inside this place.

"Quiet, prisoner. Hold out your right arm," Lance ordered again.

"Alright, there you go. Cuff me so I can get out of here," Alaric shrugged and did as ordered.

The guard with the box opened it and placed a device around his wrist instead of cuffing him, making Alaric confused and weirded out.

"What is this thing?" Alaric said, observing the device on his wrist.

"You don't need to know. Get out of this room," Lance ordered as they forced him out.

Alaric felt a little weirded out about the situation, as this hadn't happened before.

"This way," Lance ordered him to move.

"That is not the way to my prison cell. Where are we going?" Alaric asked more seriously and alert, as he saw all the prisoners being removed from their cells and having the same device on their wrists.

"Keep moving," Lance said, not intending to tell him anything.

As they were moving him to someplace along with the others, he heard something that made him tremble.

"Prisoner 319," a guard called from the floor downstairs. "Stop."

"Clarke, stop. Wait here," Abigail Griffin called out.

Alaric heard that; it was his mother's voice. He approached the railing and looked down, seeing his mother and his sister.

"Mom? Mom, what's going on?" Clarke asked fearfully, seeing her mom as she embraced her. "What is this?"

"Come on. Let's go," a guard said to another prisoner.

"Keep moving, prisoner 222," Lance said as two guards tried to push him away from the railings to no avail.

"Screw you guys," Alaric said as he jumped over the railing to the floor below.

"Ah!" Clarke screamed in fright, seeing someone appear from the floor upstairs.

"Alaric?" Abby muttered, seeing her son suddenly appear.

"Alaric!" Clarke, with tears in her eyes, ran into his arms after seeing him.

"Hey there, baby. It's been a while, hasn't it?" Alaric said, smiling as he embraced his sister tightly, smelling her body scent on her neck.

"I missed you, Alaric," Clarke said excitedly as she took his face into her hands and kissed him in front of everyone.

"I did too, sweetie," Alaric said as he caressed her cheeks after their kiss.

"Hey...Abby," Alaric greeted his mother.

Abby, emotional at seeing her son, came beside him and embraced him and Clarke. "Hi, Alaric. It's been a while. I'm happy to see you again," Abby stuttered emotionally, trying not to give anything weird away before the people around them. It was like greeting her son-in-law.

After a moment of calming down, Clarke asked their mom from her place in her brother's embrace, "Mom, they're killing us all, aren't they? Reducing the population to buy more time for the rest of you?"

"Clarke, neither of you are being executed," Abby reassured her daughter and son as she looked at them both. "You're being sent to the ground, all 101 of you."

"What? But it's not safe. No. No," Clarke said, trembling. "We get reviewed at 18."

"The rules have changed. This gives you both a chance to live," Abby said as she caressed Clarke and Alaric's cheeks. "Baby, your instincts will tell you to take care of everybody else first, just like your father, but be careful. I can't lose you too. I love you so much."

"Alaric, please take care of her, sweetie," Abby said with a few tears in her eyes as she looked at him while caressing Clarke's cheeks.

A guard then suddenly used a tranquilizing gun on Clarke, and she dropped into Abby's arms. "Earth, Clarke. You get to go to Earth."

"Prisoner 222, are you going by your own will, or do we need to help you too?" Lance said as he also appeared in the place after coming.

"I'm going. There is no need to shoot me with the tranquilizer," Alaric said quietly as he grabbed Clarke from his mother, carrying her into his arms like the beautiful princess she was.

"Take care of her, Alaric," Abby said again for the last time as she touched his cheek. "And take care of yourself too."

"Move out, prisoner 222," Lance cried out as he led him away.

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Location: Dropship

It was chaos inside the spacecraft as they herded everyone in. The guards strapped the teenagers into their seats. He assumed it was something akin to a crew capsule because of the conical structure of the place.

After the guards fastened his seat belt and his sister's beside him, he looked at the rest of the people in the place, his fellow prisoner teenager companions.

"Fuck!" Alaric exclaimed with rage as he saw a guy being strapped into the seat beside Clarke. "How dare you appear here? Son of a bitch."

"Hey, brother." Wells said with a wry smile as the guards strapped him in, being the last one before every guard left the place, locking it down.

Quickly, the place shook a little bit as the propulsion system of the ship was activated, pushing them away from the station toward Earth.

"Don't call me like that. I'm not your brother anymore after you betrayed us. Clarke told me about it; she trusted you. You were our best friend, motherfucker. I thought of you as a brother. How could you?" Alaric snapped at him. "Clarke's dad was floated! How can you say that?"

Wells looked briefly at Clarke and then at him. After seeing her still sleeping, he talked to him. "Bro! It's not like that; it's not what you think."

"What the fuck do you mean it's not like that? My bloody f-" Alaric raged but stopped midway. "Clarke's dad was floated! How can you say that?"

"It wasn't my f-!" Wells said back with a rising voice as he saw that his words were not getting through to his best friend. But he cut off midway as he saw Clarke stirring in her seat, about to wake up.

"What did you mean by that? What do you want to say?" Alaric forcibly calmed himself as he heard that before he stopped. He could make out that Wells was about to say, "It wasn't my fault," before his voice stopped abruptly. Then he stopped paying attention to the matter as he focused on his sister, who was waking up.

"Hey, baby. How are you feeling?" Alaric asked as he grabbed Clarke's hands.

"B-Alaric, where are we?" Clarke said as she woke up, her eyes focusing around her and then at her wrist. Her fingers entwined around the fingers of her brother's hand as she clenched, feeling him closer to her.

"We are going to Earth already, baby." Alaric said as he caressed her hand with his fingers, calming her.

"Welcome back," Wells said suddenly from his seat as he eyed Alaric and Clarke.

Clarke looked at him, and her face changed from the smiling one that was just a split second ago while looking at her twin brother and lover.

"Look." Wells quickly tried to talk, seeing her looking at him like that.

"Wells, why the hell are you here?" Clarke cut him off, not even giving him a chance. She had a betrayed look on her face.

"When I found out they were sending prisoners to the ground, I got myself arrested." Wells quickly said again. "I came for you both, my best friends."

Suddenly, there was a strong push back from under the ship, and the lighting system started to fail as there were microcuts on the light, and girls were screaming in panic.

"What was that?" Clarke asked unsurely, her face panicked as she looked at Alaric from her seat.

"Don't worry, baby. The ship must be doing deorbit burn to slow us down as we re-enter Earth's atmosphere," Alaric reassured her.

"Yes, that was the atmosphere," Wells said from the other seat.

After the ship and the blinking lights stabilized a little, the screens around the ship room powered on, and Jaha appeared on the screen.

Chancellor Jaha (via TV screen): "Prisoners of The Ark, hear me now. You've been given a second chance, 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, indeed for mankind itself. 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 is a dick, Wells." Random Prisoner

Chancellor Jaha: "If, however, you do survive, those crimes will be forgiven, your records wiped clean."

Chancellor Jaha: "The drop site has been chosen carefully. Before the last war, Mount Weather was a military base built within a mountain. It was to be stocked with enough non-perishables to sustain 300 people for up to two years. No one ever made it there. Because we spare you no food, or water, or medicine, I cannot stress strongly enough, that Mount Weather is life."

Suddenly, one of the prisoners appeared floating around as if he were the big shit doing that. A few other stupid prisoners applauded the feat.

"Spacewalk bandit strikes again. Go, Finn! Check it out." Prisoners called out as he appeared.

As he got close to them, Alaric recognized him, making his eyes roll, seeing who was doing that kind of stupid thing.

"Your dad floated me, after all." Finn says with a smile, looking at Wells.

Clarke looked at him and couldn't believe the stupidity the guy was doing.

"You should strap in before the parachutes deploy," Wells said to him.

"Hey, Finn! Can't you move a little away from us? I don't want to have your blood on me after you become pulp against the floor," Alaric called to him with a smile. He wasn't his friend exactly, but he knew him as he was a friend of Raven's. "It takes a while to wipe them off, you know?"

"Alaric!" Finn exclaimed, seeing him. "Don't be a party pooper. Don't you see that I'm showing Wells how I was floated after all?"

"Show it to him a little farther away from us then, not before our faces. It would get nasty for you in a moment as the feeling of zero gravity fades away," Alaric rolled his eyes.

"Hey, you two, stay put if you want to live," Clarke warned the ignorant prisoners trying to do the same stupid thing as Finn.

Chancellor Jaha: "You must locate those supplies immediately."

"So, Alaric, you and her were the two traitors who's been in solitary for a year," Finn said, eyeing him and Clarke. Then, seeing his hand tangled with Clarke's made his eyebrow twitch as he knew that Alaric was Raven's boyfriend, and he tried meddling between them a few times without success as Raven was too far gone in love with him.

"Yeah, they were a group of fucking dicks putting us in there. Fucking council." Alaric said, pissed off. "Fuck every each one of those pricks, except Clarke's mom of course."

"Uh-uh, you are mad at them, eh? I can feel your rage," Finn mocked him.

"You're the idiot who wasted a month of oxygen on an illegal spacewalk," Clarke snapped back at him as he was becoming a bother.

"But it was fun," Finn said with a smile. "I'm Finn. Are you two close?"

"Go to your seat before you hurt yourself, Finn," Clarke shrugged him off nonchalantly. "Alaric is my boyfriend."

Chancellor Jaha: "Your one responsibility is to stay alive."

But Finn didn't have time to hear her as suddenly there was a strong pushback from under the ship, sending him flying and crashing against a wall of the dropship. He crashed into two other stupid prisoners who followed him in doing stupid shit, luckily for him, they acted as a cushion to soften his blow.

"Stay in your seats," Clarke warned the people around as they were descending. Then she looked to where he was sent flying. "Finn, are you okay?"

"What a stupid way to die," Alaric said, not caring about the ignorant guy. Stupidity and ignorance make anyone brave enough to do things without knowing the consequences of their acts.

"Whoa!" A guy cried out as the ship started to break apart as they descended.

"Retrorockets ought to have fired by now," Wells yelled to them both as the place was becoming messy, filled with screams and the ship being destroyed.

"Okay. Everything on this ship is a hundred years old, right?" Clarke said a little desperately. "Just give it a second."

"Clarke, there's something I have to tell you. I'm sorry I got your father arrested," Wells quickly started talking, not knowing if they would die when they touched land.

"Don't you talk about my father," Clarke snapped angrily at him.

Alaric didn't say anything to what Wells was saying, but his free hand clenched into a fist while his other was entangled with his sister's.

"Please, I can't die knowing that you hate me," Wells called out.

"They didn't arrest my father, Wells. They executed him. I do hate you," Clarke said, mad at what he was saying. Then she removed her sight from him and looked at her brother beside her. "I love you, Alaric."

"I love you too, baby girl. But don't worry, it's alright, we will be fine, don't panic," Alaric tried to reassure her, saying that, but even he was worried that they would all die in the next moment.

People were screaming and shouting, the combined voices of the teenagers made a messy sound that nobody could understand each other more than their desperate screams.

After a moment, everything stopped—the noise, the screams—as if time itself stopped too as they landed, crashing into the ground, and everything in the drop ship powered off.