"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.
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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.
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