014 grunted as the guards pushed him through the hallway. They were purposely being rough with him knowing that it would be the last time they would see "Her Whore". The were currently headed to the Exodus, the ship that would be taking the 100 to Earth. They were nearly there too, if the kids around them meant anything. Honey eyes narrowed as they looked around, seeing that the faces of the children were afraid and defeated. Hearing sounds of struggle over the chatter of the 100 and the guards, he turned his head towards it, like many others. Somebody had tried to escape and failed. In the end, the kid ended up being subdued by a guard and was swiftly knocked unconscious by a baton. He felt bad for the kid, truly, not all people were used to that violence. He shook his head and stiffened at feeling something touch his rear. There it is again! The fucking guard is feeling me up!
"Why did you stop? It's not like you're not used to it, Whore." A old raspy voice breathed into his ear, the putrid smell of the guard's breath invading 014's nostrils. The other guard seemed disgusted at his fellow man's actions.
White hot fury ran through his veins. It seems that the little guard grew a pair knowing that I won't be seen again. His body shuddered in trying to control his angry.
"I'm doing you a favour, you see. You won't be getting fucked in a very long time, being dead and all. So why don't give you one final use? You must be aching."
No more. He would be a dead man either way. With a swift breath, 014 tore himself out of his captor's grip and turned around. He brought his cuffed hands up and threw them over the guard's neck to suffocate him. With another breath, he brought his knee up sharply and brought it into the guard's gut, effectively knocking the wind out of him. The man went limp, falling at his feet. There was a circle formed around them now.
"Hey! What's going on here?" A young voice called out, another guard.
014 was panting, adrenaline was rushing through his veins. Oh how he hoped he would die on the Exodus so She wouldn't find out about this. What was I thinking? Suddenly there was a sharp pain on the side of his face and he fell to the side, his cuffed hands catching his fall. 014 spat to his side to get rid of the blood coming out of his mouth. A soft growl came from his injured throat, looking up at the other guard who escorted him holding a baton in his hands in a firm grasp.
"Been waiting to do that a long time, Little Whore!" The guard called out proudly, not caring that he had an audience.
014 glared at him, his bangs shading his eyes to give him a more sinister glare. The guard walked closer to him causing 014 to stiffen on the floor. "Careful now, any closer and I'll bite your dick off and feed it to you." He mouthed to the guard. The guard understood what 014 had mouthed to him as he paled. 014 merely gave the man a sinister grin in response, the blood coating his teeth giving him an even more menacing look. The guard recovered an angry look overcame his helmet covered face.
"Who the fuck do think you are, 014? You're nothing but a worthless little whore who no one would think twice to kill! I am sure She won't mind you dying before you burn up in the atmosphere!" The vexed guard screamed, bringing down a boot covered foot to smash into 014's face back on the ground. 014 groaned in pain, having smashed his lip piercing on the cold floor as blood pooled out of his mouth onto the ground. He looked up and saw the foot rising again. In anticipation, he closed his eyes and waited for the blow to come, his hair that broke from his tie spilling over his face like a shield. It never came. Hesitantly, 014 opened his eyes only to see the guard being pinned down by another guard.
"What are you doing, boy?" The guard who had attacked 014 asked in outrage to the guard pinning him down.
"I know he may have assaulted the other guard but you didn't have to bust his teeth out! A taser would have been fine, besides the crowd you've drawn in is hogging up the hallway." It was the same guard who asked what was going on, 014 could match their voices. Slowly the younger guard got off the older, cautious to his actions.
"I'll take him to the dropship instead." The younger offered. He had been watching since the beginning, he knew the boy was only acting in self defense. The guard took the offer, not wanting to be left with 014 any longer. He got up and then went to Her other guard and slowly picked him up, the unconscious guard's arms around him as he began to drag the body away.
The younger guard sighed in exasperation, "He could have just asked for help." He then turned to the crowd. "What do you guys think you're doing? This isn't a show!" With that, they started to resume their business. He then went over to 014, bending down to extend a calloused hand to the downed cautious man.
"You alright?" Warm brown eyes looked down in genuine concern. 014 looked at the hand and then looked back at the guard.
"I'm not gonna bite, you know?" The guard sounded annoyed, but not in the malicious manner 014 was used to. Dubious, 014 shifted and held out his cuffed hands for the guard to grasp. The guard wrapped both his hands around 014's, causing a jolt of warmth to fill him. With a grunt, the guard hefted 014 back on his feet.
"God, you may be short, but you're heavy!" The guard exclaimed. 014 rolled his eyes knowing that the guard was joking. Feeling his lip sting, 014 ran his tongue over the piercing, hoping to sooth it.
"Unfortunately, I don't think we can do anything for that with the limited time we have." The guard paused; he didn't know many others with piercings in their lip. Or piercings in general,
"The name's Bellamy." The guard offered 014, he figured that the boy would learn his name soon enough if they did survive. 014 nodded in response, he didn't have any paper to tell Bellamy his name.
"You know, it's common courtesy to tell your name after someone else does." Brown eyes looked at him in question. 014 hesitated. Do I give him my name? I suppose if I am to die on the Exodus, I'd like to be remembered by someone half-decent. Slowly, he opened his mouth and let his tongue hang out, showing Bellamy the 014 tattoo and the barbell that pierced through it.
"014? That a nickname?" He asked in question, though he supposed he's heard of weirder nicknames, though to have your nickname tattooed on you was another matter. 014 shrugged in response causing Bellamy to sigh.
"You don't talk much do you? Anyways let's get going before we get yelled at." Bellamy waited for the man he perceived to be younger to turn around and start heading to the dropship, making sure to have a distance between their bodies so the boy wouldn't feel uncomfortable.
There wasn't anymore talk between the two, Bellamy growing serious as they approached the dropship. The rest was a blur for 014, he was headed to his death. There was more to ponder on than the drab hallways leading to the dropship. Soon enough, he was inside the Exodus and was strapped in, the kind guard known as Bellamy, gone. Honey eyes looked around in vigilance, taking in a hatch in a corner that lead to the other floor. His eyes then went to the dropship's door, he sat in the very back of the ground floor, and saw the panel She was talking about by craning his neck. His fingers twitched, wanting to see what was inside but 014 merely let out a sigh. A kid next to him flinched at hearing it. 014 looked around and saw several kids looking at him in fear, obviously they had saw his scuffle earlier. There's also the blood on my face. 014 scoffed and closed his eyes, ready to sleep. He'd much prefer to die in his sleep rather than be awake for it.
A large shudder woke 014 up. Wearily, he opened his eyes, taking a moment to adjust to the dim lighting. With his mind more awake now, he figured out that it was the Exodus that was shaking. We must be in space already. But I don't think it's supposed to be this shaky. Maybe it's the atmosphere? He groaned at hearing all the kids talking. Not even his death would be peaceful. As to answer his call, a screen at the front of the ship lit up to show Counselor Jaha's face. 014 scowled at seeing the man's face, he hated the man for turning a blind eye to Her, though he still payed attention to what the Counselor had to say. His face would be the last one 014 saw that belonged to the Ark.
"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." Varied curses filled the air. From above, he heard a faint shout exclaiming how "Your dad is a dick, Wells." So Wells Jaha is here, odd. Nevertheless I should befriend him, it would do me well to stay on the leaders' good side. He wasn't doing it for Her, but for him, if he survived.
"Those crimes will be forgiven, your records wiped clean. 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 three hundred people for up to two years." With that, the screen turned off, leaving the kids disgruntled. Somehow, 014 didn't believe everything would go as smoothly as Jaha planned. Heaving another sigh, 014 closed his eyes.
A soft rustle from his left made 014 open his eyes. It was a quiet, faint noise, but 014 was a hunter. He was trained to recognize even the things. He sharply turned his head to his left, facing a supply closet that was partially opened. He then narrowed his eyes to better see inside the small closet. There! There was movement inside closet. Someone is inside there, why? Who would be so stupid as to hide on a death ship? With staring some more, 014 realized it was a guard hiding in there. There's not supposed to be any guards with us! He looked in alarm, it was one of Her's wasn't it, of course it was. Even in death he wouldn't be free! The guard shifted around, probably trying to get comfortable in the cramped space. Eventually, the guard settled to face the opening of the door. The guard then stiffened, noticing feral amber eyes looking back at him, the dim lighting making 014's eyes seem to glow. 014 looked at the guard impassively, he wouldn't let one of Her soldiers get the satisfaction of seeing his pain on his face. The guard slowly came closer to the door, peeking to see if anyone else had noticed him.
"It's Bellamy," The guard said, making 014's body sag in relief. "Think you can keep a secret?" 014 didn't know why Bellamy had snuck aboard the dropship but he'd respect his wishes, he was genuinely kind to 014 after all.
014 nodded to Bellamy and then turned his to look straight ahead of him to not bring attention to the closet. He closed his eyes yet again, fully intending to sleep this time, not matter what happened. Of course, the universe seemed to be against him and the Exodus hit something, causing a great tremor to go through the dropship. Hearing absolute silence, there wasn't even the machine hum, for the first time in his life. 014 opened his eyes. The kids seemed to be freaking out, unbuckling themselves from their seats as the Exodus was no longer moving. Apparently they had already lost two of their 100. 014 glanced at the supply closet, only to see that it was wide open and Bellamy was no longer inside it. The kids started to come down from the level above him and started to crowd around the door, bickering on what to do. Not wanting to draw attention to himself being the only one sitting, 014 unbuckled his seat belt and stood up, his joints cracking. He took small steps backwards into the shadows, he would oversee what was going on from a distance.
"Bellamy?" A young female voice called over the others. Well, guess I don't have to keep that secret anymore.
"My God, look how big you are." Bellamy replied to her in a soft awe, the crowd had gone silent. 014 couldn't see what was going on, but he could hear just fine so he stayed in his spot.
"What the hell are you wearing, a guard's uniform?" The girl asked him in shock, Bellamy was a janitor, not a guard. Why does she sound surprised? Is he not a guard?
"I borrowed it to get on the drop ship. Someone has got to keep an eye on you." Bellamy laughed after saying this, it sounded like something he was used to saying. He sounded so tender talking to this girl. 014 admired his conviction to sneak on the dropship just to look after the girl, if it was true.
"Where's your wristband?" Another voice called out, firm and authoritative. A leader. Another to befriend.
"Do you mind? I haven't seen my brother in a year." Bellamy's sister replied, clearly annoyed. 014's eyebrows furrowed, trying to remember who she was. Siblings? Mentally, he started to sort through his memories until he landed on a pair of names, Bellamy and Octavia Blake. Whispers started to go around the 100.
"No one has a brother."
"That's Octavia Blake, the girl they found hidden in the floor." Octavia clearly had enough of people talking about her as a growl ripped through her throat.
"Octavia, Octavia, no. Let's give them something else to remember you by." Bellamy called out, trying to pacify his sibling. She must have tried to lunge at the person who made the previous comment.
"Yeah? Like what?" Clearly, the younger Blake was still mad.
"Like being the first person on the ground in a hundred years." 014 could practically hear Bellamy's grin. Technically, it's ninety-seven. With the shuffling noise, 014 assumed Bellamy moved to the lever of the door protecting the 100 from Earth. 014's guess was correct as the next thing he knew, there was suddenly a hissing noise and blinding light.
014 let out a soft gasp at breathing in fresh air and blinked rapidly to adjust to the light. His head felt dizzy at the thick oxygen but with several deep breaths, his lungs quickly adjusted. Seeing that his body was exposed by the light, he slowly slinked towards the wall. He wanted everyone to leave before he got Her surprise. The Earth could wait.
He then looked over to the opening of the dropship, the colours beyond the Exodus nearly blinding him. He had never seen anything so vibrant before, Kelton would have loved it. He breathed slowly, trying to imprint the image to his mind. I… I survived. He stated numbly, he was honestly expecting his death. A little part was hoping that he would die. He shook his head and tried to pinpoint the figure that was "Octavia" but he couldn't due to the crowd. 014 then heard a thud ring out in the silence. Octavia must have jumped on Earth.
"We're back, bitches!" Her clear voice rang out, the excitement obvious in it. With her cry, the rest of the 100 started to pour out in exhilarated yelps. 014 almost chuckled at their behaviour, they were still kids, even though they were criminals.
"14, you still in here?" Bellamy's voice called out, he hadn't seen the boy leave. He felt rather protective of the boy after what he had witnessed on the Ark. The boy seemed so fragile despite his appearance. He looked into the dropship and squinted. 014 held his breath and stayed still. He could barely make out a head of slicked back brown hair standing at the front, the glare of light obstructing his view.
"Bellamy? You coming?" Octavia asked once realizing her brother wasn't out yet.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming." With a sigh, Bellamy turned around and exited the dropship. Perhaps he'd find him later.
014 finally let go of the breath he was holding, his body lax in reassurance. He waited a few minutes, making sure the kids were away from the dropship. Eventually, 014 was satisfied and headed over to the door, his hands going over the panels. Finally he found the one She was talking about and slowly removed it. Aiming to go unnoticed, he gently set the panel down on the floor without a sound and looked to the space where the the panel used to be and saw wiring. He had no use for wires, he wasn't a mechanic. 014's tense shoulders went down in disappointment until he noticed something glinting in the corner. Carefully, he pull the item out, cool metal meeting his skin. He turned the object in his hands. It was a cylindrical item about as long as his forearm covered in glossy black paint. 014 would have classified it as a short staff, but it was too small even for that. There has to be more, this can't be it. I'll to inspect it thoroughly. Not here though, it's too open.
014 heaved another sigh as he headed towards the door leading to Earth, a soft smile on his lips as he saw the kids running around. His eyes scanned the area as he took his first steps on Earth, noticing a group of five leave the drop site. He raised a brow at that but continued to survey the area. 014's fingers were twitching to discover what the black object in hands could do so he turned to his left and weaved through the forest, no one noticing his leave.
014 continued to walk, marveling in the nature around him, though he still remembered to place markers so he would know his way. A soft smile was on his face as he finally found a place to to see what Her gift could do. The soft sound of a babbling river filled his ears as 014 stepped into the clearing next to the river. A place to call my own.
He stood in the middle of the clearing, bringing the cylinder object near his face to further inspect it. He spent a solid five minutes studying it before he noticed a smooth indentation on the middle of the object. Cautious, he held the object out horizontally before pressing his thumb on the indentation. 014 blinked slowly as nothing happen. Cocking his head to the side he added pressure to the indentation. The object's ends opened and two black cylinders came out from both ends. At this, 014 immediately dropped the transforming object and ran back to the safety of the tree line. Once he heard the mechanical whizzing stop, 014 twisted his head around the tree he was hiding behind and saw the black object had gained length and laid still, innocently.
He approached Her gift slowly, picking it up in his hands. Now, it could be classified as a proper bo staff, the staff was now taller than 014 himself. He ran his fingers over the length of the staff, marveling on how he couldn't feel the grooves of where the sections connected, the staff seeming to be one single piece of metal. He then tossed it between his hands, finding it light, but there still seemed to be some unnatural weight at the ends.
Curious, he held it horizontally again and added pressure to the indent. The staff hummed under his hand, the ends opening yet again, though this time 014 held onto the staff. Two silver blades came out from the exposed ends, glinting in the sunlight. 014 let out a breath of reverence, a grin over taking his face. He tenderly ran his hands over the blades, his finger getting nicked as a result. He ignored his bleeding forefinger and took an experimental jab with his new staff. The grin only grew bigger, it slices like a dream.
014 had been training for several hours, if the scarlet sky was anything to go by. He let out a sad sigh at this, he'd have to go back. He pressed the indent on his new weapon, the staff going back to its original size. Honey eyes looked at the metal cylinder in sorrow before 014 stuck the weapon in the waistband of his pants, a shiver going up his spine at the cold sensation. He then went to the river, crouching down to scoop some of the water on his face. At last, he was free of the blood-sweat combination. He got up and picked up his discarded jacket, putting it back on and zipping it up, pulling his hair out from under it. While it was mind numbingly hot, 014 still preferred the heat than to show his scars. There was no need to show off his secrets to the 100. Turning around, he began to follow the markers back to the place that was now his home.
014 had been lost in thought on his way back, but he was quickly brought out of it once he heard noise coming from the way of the landing site. Cautiously, he approached his home, his hand on his new toy as he broke through the tree line. What the actual flying fuck?
Looking onwards, his mouth dropped open in shock and his ears coloured red as honey eyes surveyed the drop site. The kids were laughing and whooping in freedom, but that wasn't what shocked 014 the most. Many were having sex right in the open! At least some had the decency to erect tents up from the material found on the Exodus, but that didn't make the situation any better. 014 was used to seeing similar sights as this, but it was usually adults performing them, not children. The poor younger kids… he thought, clucking his tongue and shaking his head in dismay. He was sure he had seen a little girl earlier.
With a sigh, 014 headed up to the dropship in hopes of finding material to build his own tent. Seeing a misspelled threat crudely carved into the Exodus, he rolled his eyes. Not only am I alone with criminals, but with illiterate ones.
Thankfully, someone had gone through the trouble to gather all of the canvas and pile them in the corner of the ship, making it easy for 014 to select a piece. He gathered his selected fabric into his arms and went outside in search for land to call his own, doing his best to ignore what was going on around him. Finally after several long torturous minutes full of moaning and grunts, 014 found a safe space on the outskirts of the camp safe from the teenagers.
He dumped his soon-to-be tent on the ground and stared at it, as if trying to magically set it up with his mind. Do I just grab a stick, put it in, and hope for the best? Slanted honey eyes scanned the tree line for suitable branches for his canvas fortress. Finding several branches that met his standards, he brought them back to his campsite, unaware of dark brown eyes watching him. After dropping the branches down to his side unceremoniously, 014 scratched the back of his neck in confusion, his fingers giving warmth to the bald scalp of his neck. How did everyone else manage to get theirs up?
Shrugging to himself, he grabbed the branches and began to shove them into the earth in the formation of a square. Once he was done, he draped the fabric over the new stakes. Stepping back to observe his creation, he nodded to himself in pride. Sure, it's nothing like the others and is completely square. Sure, it only reaches my neck and I have no idea how to enter it. But it's unique and mine!
Ready to take another nap, as he was dearly fond of taking them, 014 lifted up a side of the tent and went in crouching, the darkness enveloping him. With a sigh, 014 went to what he assumed was the center and sat down, his knees cracking. Stretching his arms upwards, he yawned as he then extended his legs, accidentally moving a stake out of its position with his foot. The tent suddenly lurched to a side. Fuck.
Within a blink of an eye, 014 found himself under the fabric that was once his fort. With a groan of frustration, he began to blindly crawl to an edge of the canvas to escape his once tent. Eventually, he managed to pop his head out of his prison and closed his eyes in disappointment.
"That's one interesting tent." A masculine voice called out to 014 as the sound of footsteps came towards the fallen man. With a fierce scowl, 014 freed his arm to show his middle finger to the stranger.
"That's no way to treat someone willing to help you." The voice said teasingly. 014 mustered enough energy to open his eyes to look at the stranger hovering above him. The stranger had skin a few shades darker than his own and a close haircut with black stubble decorating his attractive face, bringing more attention to the dark brown eyes that stared down at him.
"I saw your fight on the Ark. Very impressive, even more so as you were cuffed." 014 smirked at him from his position and inclined his head.
The stranger bent forwards and extended a hand to him, "Name's Miller." 014 grabbed the hand extended to him and the boy pulled him up.
"Bellamy asked me to find you, something about you seeing reason? Anyways, heard you go by 14?" Miller asked questioningly.
"It's actually 014, but 14 will work." 014 mouthed back to him, making sure to say it slowly and exaggerate the words so the boy would understand him.
Miller squinted in concentration to read his lips. "Wouldn't it be better to just speak instead? Unless you can't speak…" Miller trained off, guilt already colouring his voice. 014 felt no particular animosity at the boy's curiosity, for he was sure he'd probably wonder the same thing if their roles were reversed.
As 014 saw that the boy struggled in reading lips, he'd figure action would be better. So, he hooked his fingers in the still damp collar of his turtleneck and yanked it down. Actions convey more than words ever will.
Miller's dark eyes widened at seeing the mane of silver scars lining the man's throat. "Oh, shit. Sorry." He said weakly, his guilt clearly visible. 014 chuckled at his earnest actions and shook his head.
Finding that he was forgiven, Miller decided to change the topic. "Come on, Bellamy wants to see you." The boy jerked his head back to the campsite. 014 looked back from his tent and back to Miller in question, causing the boy to roll his eyes.
"I'll get someone to put the tent up for you as it's clear you can't." Miller said with a teasing smirk. 014 huffed in mock offense and marched past the boy, making sure to knock his muscled shoulder against his companion as he passed.
"You better watch out 4, two can play at that game. I know where you sleep." Miller called out, shortening the elder's name again out of laziness.
Realizing that he had no clue where Bellamy was, 014 paused to allow Miller to catch up to him. In a few short seconds, Miller rejoined him and began to lead the way. Weaving through the children, the pair had eventually ended up in front of the largest tent, both of them doing their best to ignore the situation around them. They both paused in their steps once hearing moans coming from Bellamy's tent.
"Do we wait?" Miller asked in a slightly disgusted tone. He didn't very much appreciate Bellamy having sex when he had asked Miller to go do something for him.
"It could take a while. I'd also rather not eavesdrop on this."
"Shit man, I don't wanna get him. You do it!" Honey eyes widened in alarm as 014 shook his head violently, causing his waist long hair to whip around him like a miasma.
An idea suddenly struck 014's mind causing him to stick a fist out over a flat palm. "Rock, paper, scissors?"
"Prepare to lose." Miller said confidently as he mirrored 014, he was always good at this game. The duo shook their fists three times before revealing their choice. 014 won with paper.
"Best two out of three?" Miller asked meekly, looking at 014 with pleading eyes.
With a sigh 014 nodded his head, the boy would lose anyways. The boys then played two more rounds with 014 winning them both. Miller's shoulders slumped in defeat as he made his way towards the moaning tent. He sent a glare towards 014 before taking a deep breath.
"Bellamy, I've got 014." Miller said, standing in front of the large tent. They both waited for Bellamy to step out, or at least for the moaning to stop. Neither happened causing Miller to send a panicked look to 014. He would have to go inside, or at least stick his head in.
014 felt bad for Miller, truly. After all he did cheat to win, he was damn good at hand tricks. The younger male looked at 014 in desperation. Another thought struck 014, he couldn't exactly talk and get Bellamy's attention. Realizing this, he tapped his throat in response to Miller's stare. Dark eyes widened in realization before the handsome face set in defeat. Miller closed his eyes shut tightly and poked his head in between the flaps of the tent.
"Oi, Bellamy! Get your ass out already!"
Two feminine shrieks of dismay came out of the tent at the foreign voice. A masculine groan was followed by ruffling of fabric. Hearing this, Miller stepped backwards and opened his eyes once his head was out of the tent. He shared a grin with 014 at hearing the muffled curses from the tent.
"The fuck do you want, Miller?" An irritated voice came out from the tent. A muscled arm opened the tent flap to reveal the form of a half naked man.
014 had thought the man to be Bellamy, he hadn't the chance to see the man without his helmet yet, and had confirmed it after seeing the man's warm brown eyes and hearing the same hoarse voice.
Darkened honey eyes took in the sight of muscled man in appreciation. Without his helmet, Bellamy's face was now clear to 014. Heavily lashed brown eyes looked at the darker skinned boy in annoyance as a vein pulsed in his tanned neck. 014's trailed Bellamy's face, taking in the unruly dark brown hair that dusted the man's ears. If he squinted, he could barely make out freckles splaying on the man's straight nose and chiseled cheeks. A pink tongue darted to lick his lips as amber coloured eyes took the half naked male's torso. The sights on Earth are amazing.
Although he was no longer a guard, Bellamy still had the muscles to prove it, said muscles rippling with his every movement. 014's eyes trailed the muscled stomach, the trail of dark hair from his navel leading him to the pants that hung very low on Bellamy's hips. Very amazing indeed.
"Ah, 014, there you are. Thought you ran off and became one with the wild." 014's head whipped up to Bellamy's smiling face. Quickly, he schooled his features to make his face one of boredom. Though, by Miller's chuckling, he had already noticed.
"What can I say? I wanted to stake claim on my territory." A smirk formed on 014's face as it was mirrored on Bellamy's own.
"Don't think the girls would appreciate you taking a piss on their things." The smirked stretched across the olive coloured face as his arms crossed his chest.
014 let out an offending huff and rolled his eyes, "Please, if anything, they'd be honoured."
Bellamy chuckled and shook his head, his eyes coming to land on the metal bracelet on the shorter's wrist. His face immediately sobered, he then jerked his head to Miller.
"You can leave now." Miller rose a black brow but after getting a stare from Bellamy, he did so.
"Let's talk in my tent, more privacy there."
Honey eyes widened in disgust, "There's no way in all the nine circles of Hell that I'm going in that tent." To further prove his point, 014 took a step backwards causing Bellamy to roll his eyes.
"You're more of a Princess than the actual Princess." 014's brows rose in confusion, there was no nobility on the Ark. Elite, yes. Nobility, no.
"Princess?"
"Oh yeah, you weren't here. One of the Earth Counselor's friend likes to think that she can dictate everything that goes down here. Clark Griffin, better known as Princess." Annoyance coloured his voice.
"Clark Griffin? Wasn't she in solitary confinement for a year?"
"Yeah I'm surprised she was even in there to start with as she's an Elite." Bellamy shrugged and continued. "Let's not talk about this anymore, we're on Earth now. Why don't you wait here while I get a shirt?"
"I'm sure by now you've already fucked half the female population so what's the point?"
A scoff came from Bellamy's mouth, "It seems like even though you cover up, you're not a prude. Unlike you, I have some dignity." Bellamy said in a false pompous voice.
"Whatever you say, King."
"King?"
"You act like one. Besides, you're the leader of this rag-tag group." Bellamy shrugged at this, 014 had a point. As the presumed eldest, the kids naturally followed him.
"So where are we heading then?"
"We can head over to my tent if you don't have a place in mind. It's on the borders so we should be left alone."
"My my, you're already taking me to your place and we haven't even had dinner yet." A teasing smirk found itself on Bellamy's lips, he found it easy to interact with the long haired male.
"Just put on your shirt already."
Bellamy chuckled and raised his hands up in surrender as he headed back to his tent. It took him a few minutes, and 014 assumed he was talking to the girls inside, yes girls, but eventually he came out. Seeing that he was ready and properly clothed, to 014's disappointment, 014 began to lead the way back to his tent.
When they arrived at 014's claimed spot, 014 found that the tent had been set up.
"That's a big tent." Bellamy said giving a long whistle, it almost rivaled his own.
"One of the kids set it up, guess they went and got more fabric." 014 gave Bellamy a grin, happy with his new accommodations. 014 walked over to his new fortress and held open the flap.
"After you, my King." With a smirk, Bellamy headed inside.
After Bellamy entered, 014 followed, taking in the makeshift bed made from crates and fabrics found on the Exodus. Next to the bed, there were several crates to serve as stands and chairs.
"Damn this is better than mine, and I'm the King!" Bellamy said, feeling a bit miffed.
"What can I say, your subjects love me more." 014 was pleased with his tent. It was a bit bare, but compared to his room back at the Ark, this was far better. Miller did me good.
"They probably just fear you more after seeing what you did on the Ark." Bellamy said rolling his eyes.
"Fear is a powerful motivator." 014 mouthed slowly, his mind absent as he recalled Her saying the same words.
Seeing that 014;s attention was drifting, Bellamy cleared his throat awkwardly as he pulled a crate to sit on. "Let's get back to business."
014 shook his head to clear his mind and dragged his own crate over. "What do you need?"
"Princess told us what that does," Bellamy nodded to the metal tracking bracelet on 014's wrist. "It monitors your vitals and sends it back to the Earth. I need you to take it off." He said bluntly.
"Take it off? Can you even do it? In fact, why would I do it?" 014 did want to get it off, he wanted to be free of Her, but he needed to know the reason.
Bellamy let out a sigh and brought his hands up to his face to massage his temples. "We can, it'll hurt but it'll come off. It can be done. We've already gotten others off. It'll hurt a bit but you should be fine." He took a deep breath after this, bringing up his hands to massage his temples.
"You seem like a good kid, I trust you. I… I'm not a guard. At least not anymore. Once I heard my sister was heading here, I just couldn't let her come here alone. I… I shot Jaha to come here. If he comes down on Earth, I'm dead." I heard that Octavia was going to be sent down here, I couldn't let her go alone. She's all I have left. I did something that would get me punished in order to get down here. I can't let the Ark know that they can come down." Bellamy looked to 014 with pleading eyes, he had to understand.
Seeing the brown haired man's conviction, 014 let out a soft sigh and brought his cuffed arm up. "Well, get to it, King."
Bellamy looked back at 014 in shock that he agreed so quickly but nodded anyways. He got to bring another crate close and pulled a shard of metal from his pocket. "Put your arm on this." 014 complied.
"Ok, just take in a deep breath, it'll be over soon." 014 let out a snort. With the way Bellamy was worrying about him, one would think that they were siblings.
Taking in a deep breath, Bellamy steadied his hand at positioned it over where the metal met on 014's arm, pity welling inside him as he took notice of the scars littering said arm. With a grunt, he heaved the metal in his hands into the crack of the bracelet, forcing it to come open.
014 looked at his freed arm. His mind felt numb despite the tiny rivulets of blood going down his left arm. She would think he died. He was free.
"Shit, you're bleeding." Bellamy said in concern. 014 ignored him, taking the the metal tracking bracelet and throwing it on the floor before stomping on it to further break it.
"Damn, I knew I said I didn't want them to come, but you didn't have to go that far." 014 turned around to face Bellamy, his face carefully blank.
"You called me kid earlier. Tell me, how old do you think I am?"
"What? What does your age have to do with this?" Bellamy felt confused as the statement had nothing to do with the previous event, what was wrong with 014?
"I believe in equivalent exchange. You told me your story, let me tell you mine." Bellamy sighed at seeing the determination in 014's eyes. Though this is not bad, he thought, I can learn more about him.
"Sixteen or seventeen when you smile. Eighteen when you frown." Bellamy answered honestly. 014 rose an eyebrow at this, he didn't expect Bellamy to pay such great attention to him.
"Wrong." 014 allowed a smirk on his face when confusion coloured Bellamy's face.
"Fuck, you're fifteen?" Bellamy exclaimed in disbelief, he couldn't believe it, sure 014 looked young but the way he held himself didn't make him seem like fifteen. This only made him hate the guards even more for their treatment to the perceived young boy.
"Add ten years. I am twenty-five."
"Twenty-five? How did you get on the ship?" Bellamy couldn't believe his eyes, had he read 014's lips correctly?
"Yes. I'm twenty-five. To answer your other question, I was sent down here with the mission to befriend the leaders of Earth." He tried his best to keep things vague while still answering Bellamy's question. While the King was nice to him, 014 didn't want to give away all his secrets. He knew better than to trust people.
The younger man's face twisted into a scowl, anger blazing in his eyes. "You were going to use me?"
014 scoffed. "Don't patronize me." He mouthed indignantly. "You would do the same, you aren't an innocent lamb, Bellamy Blake. And no, I'm not going to use you." He stated more absentmindedly. "I am the tool, not the user. All of my actions thus far have been genuine. If anything, the most I would do is condition you to be against Her. My life is forfeit, so when I die, I'd like for it to be on my own terms." He mouthed rapidly and carelessly, his lips moved faster than his mind, but he was not expecting Bellamy to read his lips that proficiently. He was used to people not caring for what he said.
"Her? Who's her? Why is your life forfeit? Do you have a disease or something? I'm sure we can make medicine for you here, Princess's mom is a doctor after all so Princess should know something."
With 014 telling him that he was wrong, Bellamy felt guilty for believing that the long haired man's intentions were malicious. Now, all he felt was worry, whoever she was, 014 hated her with every fibre of his being. Bellamy wasn't good at reading faces but even he knew loathing when he saw it.
Honey eyes widened in surprise, he honestly didn't believe that Bellamy was paying attention to him or that he was able to read his lips at such speed. A fake smile found itself on 014's face. "She isn't anyone you should worry about and I'm not dying. Now that we're done, don't we have something else we can do?"
Bellamy sighed at the change of subject but allowed for it to happen, 014 told him enough. "Why don't we go to camp?"
014 nodded and the eldest pair left his tent to head towards the centre of the camp where a bonfire was set up. Bellamy went towards the bonfire, gesturing for 014 to follow. He then let out a piercing whistle to bring the attention of the 100 to him. Seeing that he got their attention almost immediately, he smirked.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the Princess and her followers want you to keep your wristbands on. But we don't want that do we? We don't want the people who unjustly wronged us to come down here and govern us on a land we have claimed as our own! We govern ourselves down here! Who needs the council? Listen to me and take off your wristbands!" Seeing that he had people on the proverbial fence about their decision, he decided that he had to be a bit more dramatic to win them over. Marching over to 014, Bellamy reached for his left arm at held it up in the air for the delinquents to see, startling the older man.
"This is 014. Many of you saw his fight on the Ark. He managed to subdue a guard while cuffed. So don't be afraid, we are not to be underestimated. We are not to be trampled by people who think themselves to be better!" The crowd began to cheer, invigorated by Bellamy's speech. Bellamy then let go of 014's arm, sending him an apologetic look.
"Who's next?" With this, a surge of people went towards Bellamy, eager to get their bracelets removed.
"What the hell are you doing?" A voice called above the others. The sea of people parted to reveal a disgruntled Wells. Wells walked closer to Bellamy, hoping to get some answers.
"We're liberating ourselves. What does it look like?" Bellamy replied in annoyance, an eyebrow cocked up as he crossed his arms to make himself seem more imposing.
Wells let out a groan of frustration. How could they be so stupid? "It looks like you're trying to get us all killed. The communication system is dead. These wristbands are all we got." He paused after saying this, hoping that it would sink into the thick skulls of the 100. "Take them off, and the Ark will think we're dying, that it's not safe for them to follow." The kids went silent after this, some of them starting to mutter to themselves, they did have some family up there.
Seeing that the kids were beginning to doubt themselves, Bellamy took a quick step forwards to address the crowd. "That's the point, Chancellor. We can take care of ourselves, can't we?" Cheers erupted again at the King's question, words of acknowledgement and approval filling the air.
"You think this is a game? Those aren't just our friends and our parents up there. They're our farmers, our engineers, our doctors." The anger in Wells' tone made the words come out sharper. "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 didn't understand how the 100 could so easily stand behind a man they barely knew compared to those they knew their entire lives.
"My people already are down. Those people locked my people up. Those people killed my mother for the crime of having a second child. Your father did that." Bellamy was nearly shouting at this point, he could never keep calm when the topic of his mother and sister came up.
"My father didn't write the laws." Wells said meekly, trying to defend his father who had sent him on Earth. 014 snorted, even Wells seemed to see the logic in Bellamy's words. What a good King, indeed.
Bellamy inclined his head at that. "No. He enforced them, but not anymore, not here. Here, there are no laws." He turned to the 100 after saying this, causing them to yell their approval to their King. He then turned back to Wells.
"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, we do it." The confidence oozing from Bellamy was nearly palpable. Bellamy knew that Wells had a good heart, even if he was forced to, he wouldn't kill Bellamy, hence why he had said those words.
"Whatever the hell we want!" A delinquent near Bellamy yelled, Murphy, 014 believed his name to be.
"Whatever the hell we want!" Another howled, causing the crowd to chant the phrase, the 100 gradually getting loud enough to hurt 014's sensitive ears.
Suddenly, a loud clamor went through the air, causing everyone to go quiet in apprehension. Slowly, 014 reached back for his new weapon, narrowed eyes scanning for the threat. With another blink, 014 found his whole body wet. Releasing his hold on his transforming staff, he looked up to the sky in wonder, droplets of rain hitting his face.
"Rain! Real rain!" A girl cried out in shock and exhilaration.
"Check it out!" A boy said as he stepped in a puddle of the sky's tears.
"It's water!" Another girl said in reverence.
"We need to collect this." Wells clear voice cut over the 100 again as he faced Bellamy. While he was amazed by the wonder called rain, his mind was more focused on survival.
Bellamy shrugged, he didn't care what Wells did as long as it wasn't in his way. "Whatever the hell you want."
Bellamy watched as Wells left, presumably going to search for a makeshift rain collector. His brown eyes then went to survey his people, noticing that they all were playing in the water. A chuckle escaped his lips. With the thought of them being kids, Bellamy was suddenly reminded of the oldest in their group, 014. Turning to the spot he last saw 014 in, he say that the man was sticking his tongue out to taste the rain. A laugh left Bellamy's lip, he couldn't believe his eyes.
"You're the oldest yet here you are acting no different than the kids!" A teasing smirk crawled its way on Bellamy's face. 014 sent a soft smile towards the taller's way, his wonder over the rain too strong to conceal his emotions. Bellamy looked at the shorter man in shock at how peaceful his face looked, something in him wanted to see more of this face more often.
"What can I say? Even I cannot be stoic to the rain." Honey eyes closed to the world as 014's arms reached out to the sky to further feel the rain.
The brown haired male allowed a soft chuckle to come out, "Well I guess I'll have to keep doing rain dances, eh Panther?" 014 tensed at his last words, honey eyes being revealed to world again.
"What did you call me?"
"I figured I'd get my own nickname for you and Panther seemed to fit. Octavia used to have this animal book when she was a kid and the big cat section always stood out to me. Panthers are stealthy, strong, quick, confident, not to mention solitary animals. From the little I know of you, I can tell that you share the same traits. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if you were an expert climber despite never climbing a tree before." Bellamy explained though he trailed off once he saw 014 was unresponsive. "What's wrong? Do you not like it?" Even though he tried to keep the disappointment at bay, it still stained his words.
014 was still in shock. Did Bellamy know? Did he know of his past? No. Of course not. Right? Cassie Quinn was incredibly fond of the Latin language, even more so since more knowledge on the subject was available to Her because of Her status. Hence, after assigning her boys their names, she would then assign them the Latin name name of the animal which best resembled him. 014 believed 001 was Ursa, Bear. 014's own nickname was Panthera. Panther.
Realizing that he was being talked to, 014 schooled his features. "It's fine." 014 then turned to the direction where Wells had left to go, his body stiff with tension. "I think I'll go help Wells collect the rain." He needed somewhere to control his emotions, besides, he could use the opportunity to befriend Wells. With that, 014 quickly entered the forest, trying not to glance back at Bellamy who was staring at his retreating back.
