Sawyer was only 14, with pale skin and long dark brown hair. Her green eyes were sparkling, and although she was short, her personality was large. She hadn't grown since she was 8, plateauing at an even 5 foot. She got her height from her mother, since her mother had never grown taller than 5 feet, even though her father was upwards of 6 feet. They were very much in love, even if they only lived in Factory. Neither of their jobs paid much, but they made do, as the rest of Factory did, and they love their daughter very much. At least, they did.

They probably didn't love the Sawyer that was found standing in a pool of guardsman's blood the day after her birthday, on September 27th. Sawyer was immediately arrested, and would've been promptly floated if the public hadn't gotten wind that a 14 year old had been arrested. The counsel couldn't float her without public outcry of injustice, since every other juvenile was sent to prison until they were 18 to decide whether or not they were pardoned. But they did give her a trial straight away.

Sawyer distinctly remembers standing in the council chambers in Alpha. It was the first time that she'd ever been in Alpha, and she would've stopped to gawk if the guards hadn't been dragging her - quite literally, there was a chain attached to her handcuffs and they were walking faster than she could hope to - with the hopes of not being seen. Being reviewed also wasn't supposed to happen until they were 18, but Sawyer was deemed an "extenuating circumstance". She stood in the council chambers, scared out of her mind, but also oddly at peace. It was only hours after killing the guards, and she supposed that most other children would've been terrified if they were standing in the chambers, waiting to be sentenced to death. But Sawyer was at peace.

Her mother and father were standing in the corner, standing hard and straight, but there were remnants of tears on both of their faces. Their expressions made their opinions very clear; they hated this Sawyer. They were crying because their Sawyer was already dead, and they were grieving over her. The peppy girl who skipped down the hallways and loved life with the naivety of any other girl her age. The girl who, every day when they came home, would kiss them on the cheek and asked how their days were, even if the answers were the same every single day. She made sure that she told them that she loved them every single night. Their Sawyer wouldn't have done this. Their Sawyer wouldn't have killed anybody, much less four guardsmen with no reason. This Sawyer killed their Sawyer. The blood still on her face likely wasn't helping the situation.

"Sawyer Mason, I must say that I am surprised to see you standing here. A small, innocent girl from the Factory Station standing before me, awaiting for me to decide her fate after the murders of four innocent guardsmen. Only 14, with so much hope left in your life, so much left to do in your life, in just your youth," Chancellor Jaha shook his head. His hands were crossed on the table in the way that he always had them in, which Sawyer found very condescending, and would've scowled if her face hadn't been frozen. "It is custom for me to ask you if you would like to say anything on your own behalf." Every council member now looked at her with intense hatred in their eyes, or disappointment, or shock. Or a mixture of those expressions. The room was silent for a minute, with all eyes on Sawyer.

Sawyer said nothing. The blood was on her hands, and she knew that nothing, even the truth, would make them pardon her. She was going to die, to repay the lives that she had taken. The blood was literally on her hands - and her face, and arms. Some had seeped through her cheap Factory shoes into her socks. They hadn't let her wash before coming, just had her put the prison clothes over her normal clothes so that she wouldn't attract more attention than usual with the blood splatter all over her clothing. Sawyer vaguely wondered if her parents were the ones to clean up the blood of the guardsmen.

"No? Well, I think that brings us to the time to vote. All in favor of the termination of Sawyer Mason's life 4 years from now, on September 26th." Chancellor Jaha turned to face the council. Every hand immediately shot into the air. "Sawyer Mason, your fate has been decided. You will be executed in 4 years, and until then, you will spend your time in juvenile lockup."

"In solitary," one of the councilmembers spoke up once Chancellor Jaha was done speaking. Some looked at him in shock.

"Council Member Kane, you're proposing that we put a 14 year old girl in solitary for 4 years-"

"I know what I am proposing, Council Member Griffin. I am not proposing that we put a 14 year old girl in solitary, but that we lock up the perpetrator of a quadruple homicide with no remorse for her actions in order to keep the rest of the prisoners safe." The rest of the council looked persuaded by what Kane was saying, and only the woman, Council Member Griffin, showed the bit of disdain for his proposal.

"A 14 year old girl in solitary for 4 years? Clarke is that age, Wells is that age, Carina, is that age. Could you imagine placing your child in solitary for 4 years?" Griffin told him, and he looked annoyed.

"Our children are not murderers. My daughter is not a killer."

I won't kill the other prisoners, because they don't deserve to die, Sawyer thought to herself, watching the exchange with a blank expression. The council kept glancing back at her, as though if they did not make sure she was still there, she would break free. Sawyer couldn't break free even if she wanted to, and besides, the guards next to her made her not want to give them any excuse to touch her. The uniforms made her cringe.

"All in favor of placing Sawyer Mason in solitary during her 4 years in juvenile lockup." every council member except for Council Member Griffin rose their hands immediately, and after a minute, so did she. It was all in favor, and it was then that Sawyer realized that she would spend the rest of her life alone, with only guards to keep her company, until she died.

Frankly, if she had the option, she would've chosen to be floated right then.