“Oh? You’ve gotten my point already? Smart boy, you are my favourite for a reason.” She smirked. “You will be joining the 100, 014. With a little bribing, the guards won’t mind another prisoner on the drop ship. If you survive, your mission is to secure a place down on Earth for me. I’ll not be under the Council’s thumb longer than I need to. Befriend the 100’s leader and use them.” She’s sending me to my death! A cold sweat formed on his body. She stuck a slender hand underneath Her desk and pulled out a large clear bag full of black clothing and something bulky, shoes perhaps? She set it on her metal desk and pushed it towards him. He looked down at the package then looked back up, raising a black brow up in question.

“A gift for you. You will need it if you survive.”

014 hesitantly reached for the package and put it in his lap. With deft fingers, he opened the package, the crinkling noise filling the silence. Nervously, 014 ran his tongue over his lips, feeling slightly better after the familiar feeling of running his tongue over his hoop lip piercing. He stuck a hand inside the opened bag. The first item he pulled out was a sleeveless black turtleneck, to cover his scar and tattoos he assumed. He ran his fingers over the fabric, marveling at the softness that was so unlike his current set of clothes. He set that aside and turned the bad upside down on Her desk, not having the patience to take everything out individually. His ears were assaulted by the sound of metal on metal and a heavy clunking noise. 014 moved the clothing, and a pair of boots, to a side of Her desk and saw several daggers and throwing knives left on the desk.

“I figured you’d need some means of protection other than a tree branch. When you arrive on the drop ship, there will be a loose panel next to the door, open it and you might find a surprise.” She crossed Her legs and placed Her hands in Her lap. She looked at him expectantly, wanting him to finish looking at the rest of Her gifts.

Going back to the pile in the corner, he pulled out thick black tapered pants that held many pockets, for the knives, he assumed. Next, he went to the combat boots, also black in colour and reaching to near his knees. His fingers felt along the inside of the boots, taking in pockets in them as well. Finally at the last of Her gifts was a black bomber jacket. He assumed that was more of fashion piece, She was vain after all.

“So?” She asked, wondering his judgement. He gave a nod of approval, knowing that black would help him better blend in with the shadows, even more so with his darker skin. He had a love-hate relationship with the colour black, while it would help better cloak him, it made the scars decorating his body stick out like polished silver.

“Good, I knew you would like it all being black, it will also help you retain heat on Mount Weather, your destination. You should be grateful, it cost me a lot to get those clothes tailored with pockets in them.” He bent his head to show his gratitude, She didn’t care if you didn’t mean it, just as long as you showed it.

“We haven’t got all day now, change.” He got up slowly and moved to remove his old shirt, humiliation welling up inside him. With a grunt, he took his shirt off and started to slide of his shoes, tying his waist length hair with the leather tie on his wrist. Red lips stretched into a grin at seeing Her mark on his back.

“Oh, you still have those piercings? Figured that you would have ripped them out or a client would have.” She said, gesturing to his chest, She loved to refer to those who raped him as clients. He look down at the bars piercing through his nipples and shrugged at her. Honestly, he wasn’t expecting for them to last that long either. It had been a recent drunk decision, he had heard that some clients liked their playthings to be with piercings. She let them do whatever they wanted to their bodies as long as it wasn’t entirely mutilated.

Stripping down to his boxers, 014 began to put on his new clothing, making sure not to look in Her direction. He knew She was enjoying the show, She always did. Had he not been assigned to a mission, he had no doubt that he would have been taken to Her room. Soon, he was zipping his jacket shut and then went to hide the knives in his pockets, the clothes clinging to his muscled body in a way he wasn’t used to.

“Roll up a sleeve.” 014 took a second to decide which sleeve to roll up. While he was ambidextrous, he preferred his right hand so he rolled up the sleeve on his left. If whatever happened to him would hinder his abilities, he would prefer for it to happen to his lesser hand. She then got up and walked towards him, a silver object in Her hands.

“The wristbands will be monitoring your vital signs. The 100 will have their own wristbands, though the Council will be monitoring theirs. Yours goes directly to me.” 014 held his wrist out to Her and She pressed a button, causing the wristband to open. His almond eyes twitched at seeing the needles lining the inside of the band. Not one to be prompted, She clasped the band over his wrist. He winced at the pain, but he could manage, he had worse.

“Guards.” She called, stepping back with Her hands clasped behind him. At Her call, two guards came in. “Escort him to the dropship.” The guards both grabbed an arm and began to haul him out.

“You know your place, boy. Do not fail me, 014.