The escape of #11

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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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