Why can I never submit something with more than 900 words? I have issues getting past that mark, man. Anywho, here's something about my present day, dead 14 year old OC stuck in the Black Room with Subject 16. What happens, you ask? Read to find out, lazy.

"How'd ya get here, kid?"

Jordan scoffed and continued waking on the lone island of the Black Room. Lifeless green eyes searched the premises as they had many times before, ignoring the man behind her about to probe the same question. She held up her hand and turned her head ever so slightly. Just enough for her eyes, now with a glint of anger, to meet his.

"I'm not answering your question."

16 watched the fourteen year old walk away. He wasn't content with that answer. Pfft, the last time he had interacted with a teenager, they weren't as aloof and rude as she was. Well, they did know him as a cousin so it was a bit different. Nevertheless, she should respect those older than her. He huffed, making a mocking face before following her.

Jordan sighed inwardly, rolling her eyes. Here he comes again. Her mind alerted her body of his presence. She had been around 16 for a long while now, maybe a few weeks. They didn't talk and kept their distance from each other until now. She guessed he was getting tired of being so quiet all this time and decided to bug her. Jordan was never one to tolerate being annoyed, especially by someone twice her age who should be more mature.

"C'mon, kid, it ain't that hard to answer a question that simple, eh?"

"If I answer you, will you shut up?" She crossed her arms, puffing out her cheeks in frustration before allowing the air to escape her lips.

"I can't make promises, kid, but I'll try,"

Jordan found a nearby piece of protruding rock and took an uncomfortable seat. 16 stood nearby, ready to listen as best he could.

Jordan cleared her throat and said very simply, "I'm dead."

"Ha ha, very funny! Seriously, kid, how'd you get here?"

"The exact same way you did but, differently too." Jordan rubbed her arm, trying to think of a good way to explain this. "I died on the Animus, still strapped in, you know? From what I've figured out in the months I've been here, apparently an AI version of my personality or somethin' got stuck here. I dunno, it's complicated."

16 nodded. She was still a kid. Of course all of this was going to be confusing and complicated. Besides, he couldn't think of a witty remark for what she said.

"You're an Assassin, right?" Jordan asked, resting her fidgeting hands on her legs.

"Born and raised." 16 grinned. "And you?"

Jordan shrugged. "Sorta."

She knew her mother was an Assassin but from her observations, her father had no clue. Jordan had gone through minor training sessions, mostly about throwing punches, blocking and evading. She had no clue how or what the Assassins were supposed to do. She died too young to understand completely.

Jordan suddenly felt her heart drop to the pits of her stomach. Her parents. Her brothers. What did they think happened? Did they know what happened to her? She desperately grabbed at the fabric of her jeans in a manic way, fingers curling and straightening. What if they found her body? Did Abstergo dump it on the side of the road after they were through?

"Hey!" 16 snapped his fingers in her face, seemingly snapping her out of it. "Goin' a bit loopy there aren't we?" He twirled his finger at the side of his head, deeming Jordan as insane as he was.

Jordan stuck her tongue out at him, arms crossed in defiance. 16 shook his head. He wasn't about to get into a immaturity fight with a teenager. Despite his maniacal mind, he knew better than that.

"I should-! I just- Ugh." Jordan couldn't believe she was about to say this but, here goes. "I miss my parents."

16 blinked. He wasn't expecting that. "Well, kid, they probably miss ya too. Sorry to break it to ya and possibly tear your little, itty bitty cold heart into shreds but you're dead. Nothin's gonna bring you back."

Jordan rolled her eyes. She knew she shouldn't have said it. She knew he would make some sort of snide remark but..He was right. Nothing was going to bring her back to the life she once took for granted. It was impossible, especially trapped in this place she deemed 'The Emptiness'. 16 had made clear to her the first time they met that it was called The Black Room but she insisted on keeping her name for it.

"Guess you're right." She admitted. "By the way, um, I'm Jordan."

"I already knew that but, nice to meet ya Jordan. You didn't catch my name did ya?"

Jordan glared. "No." She replied bluntly.

16 proudly placed a hand on his chest and declared his name with such pride. "Clay Kaczmarek in your inadequate presence."

"Ha ha, I bow down to you, your highness." Jordan jumped down from her seat and curtsied mockingly.

16 laughed. He was starting to like this kid.

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