❛ work song ❜
★ ₊˚. ❪ jus drain jus daun ❫
˗ˏ⋆ ˎ˗⠀┊ ⠀┊ ⠀❝ the 100 ❞
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❛ blood must have blood ❜

❰ yu gonplei ste odon ❱▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃

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❪ ——— "MANY, MANY YEARS AGO ..."

A young woman by the name of Jenny Wallace — Song, sat on the edge of her daughters bed and opened her arms, waiting for her little baby girl to crawl into them and nuzzle her head into her neck. When she did, Jenny wrapped her arms around her baby girl and gently rocked her back and forth, humming a song.

When her baby pulled back, dark hair and pretty eyes staring up at her, she realized how lucky she truly was. A healthy, happy, smart, lucky, beautiful baby girl that she adored so much.

       "How are you today, sweetheart?" Jenny asked softly, tucking a loose strand of dark long hair behind her daughter's ear. "Did you have a good day with your daddy?"

        "Yes, mamma!" The young girl grinned, shifting her little body so she was on her knees and tucking her yellow blanket over her mommas body. "He took me to the presidents office mamma, I got to see the outside world on the tv screen!"

Jenny's face twisted, like a horror washed over her and she cried out. Her body twisted in the yellow blanket as red and darkening marks covered her once perfect skin. She cried out in pain as an alarm above her blared and the lights flashed.

The young girl, eyes wide with fear at her mother's figure, didn't even realize her own figure. When the alarms stopped and a figure in a hazmat suit stepped into the small apartment styled room, did the young girl finally collapse to the hard floor and start to scream at the horrors she had just seen.

      "Ninetta, sweetheart." A man spoke, a hazmat suit on but his eyes  were visible, magnified by the glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose stared down at her. "You poor thing, awe baby girl, dad's gonna fix you right up."

And just like that, in a world where all Ninetta Wallace — Song wanted was to be free, her hopes and dreams were ripped away when everyone realized that the young girl held no burns.

      "My miracle baby." Carlos Song said sweetly, as he hoisted his daughter into his arms and walked away. "You'll save everyone."

She would, at the expense of her own life. She'd become the hero, because her own father played the monster. All because of the abnormal blood flowing through her veins.

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NINETTA WALLACE — SONG
lana condor

❝ i am sorry for what my people have done, but you can't justify killing children clarke, i'm sorry. ❞

OCTAVIA BLAKE
marie avgeropoulos

❝ if you look at her, i will rip those eyes out. don't even think about it ! ❞

ROAN OF AZGEDA
zach mcgowan

❝ you fight for those who would have survived. that's who. i have trained you very well, you will win if you fight, netta. ❞

AND

CARLOS SONG
father — as described

JENNY WALLACE - SONG
mother — as described

BENJAMIN FRANKO
grandfather — as described

LILAC SONG
grandmother — as described

JACKIE SMITHE
unknown — as described

LUKE SMITHE
unknown — as described

GEORGE KOM TRIKRU
unknown — as described

ELLA KOM AZGEDA
unknown — as described

others as their respective characters

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disclaimer — i do not own the 100 or any of the characters created with the show and books. i do however own the characters i create and and their plots/involvement and such. all the credit goes to the cw the 100 show writers and creators, along with the book writer kass morgan.

warning — this fic will contain blood, murder, death, kidnapping, weapons, self harm, alcohol, mature themes, polygamy and lgbtq themes, and anything else you might see in the 100.

dedications — andy_iz_de_best
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and anyone else!

authors note — me making ocs related to the wallace family — whaaaaat!

authors note number two — sentences in italics are the grounder language, trigedasleng.