Y/N POV:
I woke up in my all white room 'as usual' I thought to myself 'what would make today any different' It's the same thing everyday. I never get to talk to anyone, even if i do it's just my so-called "father".
He treats me harsh. Doesn't even call me by name. It's always '009 this ' or 'number 9 that' . He won't even speak to me unless it's about me setting something on fire. (btw that's my power)
I slowly sit up on my hard bed. You'd think for a living space they'd give you some color or at least a comfortable bed , but nope the bed is hard as a rock , the pillows white and flat , and the blanket is thin .
I look around my room, well more like my cell. I swing my legs over the bed. My feet hit the cold tiled floor. Normally i would jump back but i've been here so long it's just normal now.
I slowly stand up. And i do the only thing i know to do until Dr.Brenner comes or until i get my breakfast, play with fire. I mean there's not exactly anything to set on fire besides my blanket and pillow. So i just make small balls of fire and hold them. It's the only color i'm really familiar with besides white obviously.
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An hour passes while i sit down crisscrossed and hold fire. Until i hear an alarm going off and screaming from the hallway. I didn't think much about it until i hear someone yell, " DR. BRENNER SHE GOT AWAY , 11 GOT AWAY!!"
'so there are other people here and one got away' i smirked to myself ' how hard could it be'.
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Play With Fire
FanfictionY/N Brenner (009) wasn't the biggest fan of his father and Dr. Brenner wasn't a fan of his son. After hearing about how #11 got out he thought he'd get out by himself and he did. Until he ran into Jonathan and decided to stay with him and his family...
