I Am Number Ten///Nine X FEM!Reader

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We've been sitting in the same position for an hour, and Ten passed out only a few moments ago. I could only try to stop the bleeding. Her neck was dry, and healing so I used the cloth from her neck, and tied it over her arm's soaked bandage. It seemed to have a pretty steady flow of blood.

The Mogs also brought food, and water a half hour ago. So I laid Ten down gently, and grabbed the food and water. I dumped some of the water on another strip of cloth and began to whip up her neck. Once all the blood was gone I saw that the gash was fully healed. The only memory of it being there is a faint scar that was a few shades lighter than her skin tone.

Self consciously I brushed my fingers over her cut. It would have been peaceful if at that exact moment she hadn't woken up, and grabbed my wrist. "What are you doing?" She asked, sitting up groggily.

"I was just... just cleaning up your neck and arm. Here." I handed her the wet cloth, and she used it to whip some blood from her mouth. "How do you feel?"

"The room is a bit swirly, but other than that I feel pretty normal." She closed her eyes and placed a hand on her forehead.

"Here." I handed her a small portion of the food we got. "You really should eat something. It will hopefully regain your strength."

She opened her eyes, and locked eyes with me before taking the food. I watched as she brought it up to her lips and began to eat. She didn't seem 'okay'. "So, do you know what happened when you like... freaked out?"

"I think it might have been blood loss. Or something like that. I can never be sure. After all I'm not a doctor."

"You sure like to get yourself into a hell of a lot of trouble... I like it. We're definitely going to get along great!" She smiled and ate the rest of what was in her hand.

"Yeah, that's great, give me more food." She held her hands out and I placed some more food in her hand, and I ate some myself. After that we sat silently for a while, just finishing our food and taking turns sipping water. Once we were finished Ten looked a lot healthier than she had before. "That was probably the best thing I've eaten in the last week."

"What? Really? You must have had something good. The food here is shit compared to Chicago."

"You lived in Chicago? Wait, you already told me, but isn't that like, super populated or whatever? That seems like a hard place to hide."

"Well, it was actually easier. There are bigger crowds to hide in. More people to frame."

"You framed people as you!?"

"No, that was a joke." We locked eyes and she began to laugh.

"That was the worst joke ever, what the hell?" She shoved me and I fell over.

"You bitch." I muttered, sitting up. She rolled her eyes.

"You don't think I'm a bitch."

"And if I did?"

"Then you'd be lying to yourself, obvi... fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" She jumped to her feet and spread her hands out, taking a deep breath. Our surroundings changed and we were both start a blond boy, he was running, but we couldn't see where he was heading.

"Who is that?" I asked, standing up as well.

"It's the other one. He's heading here right now. Idiot."

"What? That's a good thing isn't it? We're going to get out of here."

"Not exactly. Do you know how many Mogs are even here?" She whispered frantically.

"I haven't left this cell in the longest time, for all I knew, those mogs who pass by every now and then we're the only ones here."

"There's thousands. We're not prepared to fight them! We'll die!" I grabbed her by the shoulders, and we were back in the cell.

"We're not going to die. I'm sure he wouldn't come here unless he had a perfectly good reason. Either he knows we're here or he's coming for something. Either way he's probably going to come this way. How far away is he?"

"A couple miles."

"That's good. He'll be here very soon." She nodded and we locked eyes again.

"There's still a seventy five percent chance we'll die, or get recaptured."

"Then there's a twenty five percent chance we'll get out alive." She rolled her eyes, like she was saying, 'obviously'.

"Are you sure we should be doing this?"

"Dammit, they're back." She mumbled.

"It doesn't matter what we think! It's all up to the Beloved Leader! He's the one giving orders. We just need to follow."

"Fine." She hugged me tightly.

"Don't let them take me again." She whispered. Her whole body began to shake under my arms.

"I'll try." The electricity turned off, and one of the mogs entered the cell, and grabbed Ten's arm and tried to yank her out of my arms. "You're not taking her anywhere!"

"Let her go kid. She's not worth it." He growled. They looked so ugly up close, I wanted to throw up on him. He managed to yank her away from me while I was distracted. I watched her be dragged away, only for a second before I tried to stop, but they were already on the other side of the bars and the electricity was back on.

"Bring her back you bastards!" I screamed, slamming my fist into the ground. It split and my knuckle cracked. I was worn out, I hadn't had a proper fight in god knows how long. Maybe she was right. Maybe we won't get out of here alive. "Dammit!"

I fell backwards and stared at the dirt roof over my head. This was probably going to be the worst escape attempt ever. Why the hell is blondie even coming to this hell hole? Well, whatever the reason it better not be stupid.