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

👟N I N E👟

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Several officers walked me to the van. The damned anti scream proof van. Someone swung the door open, and I was pushed in, then the doors closed behind me and I tried to sit up to regain myself, but my bullet wound pushed me back down. "Change of plans bring her to location A-13, and step on it."

My heart thumped faster in my chest as the driver floored it. My back slammed into the doors, but they didn't fly open like I wish they would. The driver was wreckless and probably ran over a few animals. Once I regained my steadiness I pushed myself up, off the floor.

There was no window, so there wasn't any natural lighting, but there was a little light above me. So if I screamed I'd be in total darkness for god knows how long. Instead I focused on getting the cuffs off. There were six pairs. The first two were a bit harder to break, due to my lack of movement in my upper arms, but after that the rest came off with one quick pull of my arms.

There was still no way I was going to be able to escape. They bolted the door from the outside, padlocked, nailed, whatever the hell they did to the door, I knew I couldn't escape from here. That simple fact wasn't going to stop me. I pressed the palm of my hand flat against the door and tried to see the locks. This task was a bit harder than if should have been, but after a long time of concentration I managed to get an image of the locks in my head.

The only bad thing was the fucking vehicle wouldn't stop moving. I placed my forehead against the door. Then using my telekinesis I tried to unlock the bolts, but nothing seemed to work. My legacies were still weak, and I was surrounded by thick metal. I backed away from the door and laid on the floor and kept my eyes closed.

"Get the fucking door unlocked!" My eyes slowly opened as I heard voices bickering. The ceiling above me was silver and smooth, but hardly reachable.

"I'm trying asshole!" The lock clicked, and I felt my heart skip a beat. The doors swung open and two clammy hands wrapped around my ankles and yanked me off the floor of vehicle ninety one. My head slammed into the ground, and I groaned and immediately clutched my side.

I couldn't open my eyes they were squinted shut, but the climate around me had changed from freezing, frost bite fog to pelting wind and hot breezes. I was probably in a desert again. The officers hoisted me to my feet, and continued to drag my limp body. We walked only twenty feet before we were in a building.

My eyes opened and everything seemed to dance and bubble up. My head was spinning, and I wanted to scream, but couldn't figure out how to force that anger out. "Good thing Dean shot her. Otherwise she'd be a fucking mess, both of us probably dead."

"So that's the bastard who shot me?" I spoke. Neither one answered, but opened the door to another cell, and tossed me in, before leaving they kicking me hard in the stomach.

"Go to hell you little banshee." Their laughs echoed through the corridor, and I felt my heart beat quicken as they walked away. Someone was here with me, not in the cell, but across from mine.

"Hello?" His voice was quiet, but he seemed desperate to get my attention. "Are you awake? Hello?"

My whole body flinched, and I pushed myself up and grabbed onto the wall to keep myself from falling out of my sitting position. I turned to the boy across from me. "Where the hell are we?"

"I don't know. Are you okay?" I placed the tip of my finger against my lip. There was blood on my fingers and I laughed.

"No, but I'll heal." He sat down and nodded.

"My name is Sam." My eyebrows raised.

"Well, Sam, if you ended up here you must be a traitor to the Mogadorian Progress, or an ally to the Loric. Which one is it?"

"Loric... who are you?"

"Name's Ten. I landed in this hell hole because Nine and Four were stupid enough to make us hide out in an abandoned house with a car parked not too far down the road."

"You know, John!?" Sam's eyes widened.

"Vaguely, and you know him?"

"Yes! We lost each other when we saved Nine from the mountain base!" He looked excited, hopeful.

"That's where I was. You must have split off before Nine dragged me away from my dead Chimæra." My eyes trailed to my wrist. The collar was still there.

"So you're Loric too? What powers do you have? Are there any that can get us out of here?"

"Yes, but I'm not exactly fit for using my powers right now, also if you can handle blood I suggest you look away." I dug my finger into the bullet hole in my side and gasped. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

At the tip of my finger I felt the butt of the bullet and used my telekinesis to pull it out. It fell to the stone ground with a light clatter. And I felt the pressure in my stomach gone. "That looks bad."

"Tell me something I don't know nerd." I grumbled.

"From what I know about Nine you're two seem like the perfect match." I whipped the blood onto my pant leg. Painting it with a fresh coat.

"You think so? Well you can tell him that when you seem him next." I lazily looked over at him, with a small grin. Suddenly my leg began to heat up and a searing pain caught through me. A scream escaped me and the walls began to shake as I screamed. My leg caught fire and I patted it out once I stopped screaming.

"What the hell was that!?" Sam exclaimed.

"The fire or the scream?"

"Both."

"The scream is my... legacy... the... fire..." I trailed off and passed out before I could even do anything else.