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

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Bang! Bang! Bang!

I sat up straight as soon as the banging stopped my head was spinning, and suddenly a conversation was swirling through my head. I looked over to see two men talking to Sam from across the hall. "Dad?" Sam whispers.

I grabbed the bars of my cell, and pull myself up, groaning. The pale man turned to me and ran to the bars, grabbing my wrists. He's Mogadorian and my first reaction is to scream. I feel it rise in my throat as he tries to tell me something. Before I could open my mouth he placed his hand on my mouth. "It's me. Adam."

Adam? Where have I... oh, this bastard.

I yank one of my hands away from his grip and slap him, his hand on my mouth drops. "What the fuck? You think you can try and kill me and just come back here and try again?"

"You don't remember?"

"What the fuck should I be remembering!?" He turned his head down the hall and clears his throat. "Guys, we have company."

I suddenly hear the pounding footsteps of soldiers. Adam backed away from the cell and stood in the center of the hallway. "Both of you stand in the center of your cell and cover your head."

He walks over to Sam's cell and reaches through the bars and suddenly he earth around Sam was shifting and he was thrown to the floor. Then the entire wall collapses and he turns to me to do the same to my wall. "Hold up Mr. Heroic. I got this." I stared at the bars and open my mouth and a extremely high pitched scream erupts from me, so loud that it's silent, but I could feel the vibration, and the metal shatters. It shattered. I step over them and both of us, Adam and I, step over the shattered bars of Sam's cell and follow him and the other man.

Sam had started shimmying down one of the pipes and the older man waved me down to follow Sam. I began to make my way down the pole with Sam and we both looked up to see him hesitating. "What are you doing!? Adam?"

"Go with your son. Now."

"We're just going to leave him?" Sam yells.

"Adam knows what he's doing. Keep moving, Sam!"

We continued to move down the pole and a sudden shock wave causes us to stop and cling tightly. The man drops the gun he must have been holding on to. "Damn it."

We continued to shimmy down until I saw a metal grate. "Think this will lead outside?" I asked the man.

"Sam, up here. Help me with this." The man yells. I scoff at him and grab the grate and yank if off without any help, and leap into the ventilation shaft, and begin to army crawl.  Sam and the man, who I assumed was his father from their conversation earlier, we're talking, and I completely zoned out and focused on getting out of this shitty place, and maybe finding Setrakús Ra and killing him.

We reached the end of the ventilation and exited outside. There were people and Mogadorians running this way and that, shouting orders. I tried to listen to what they were saying, but I was hit with a sudden force of power. My chest felt like lead and my brain was all sloshed. I could feel the presence of several Loric. There were eight Loric, with the exception of Adam's power. All of their presence came crashing down on me, and I couldn't breath.

A moment later I felt an hand pull me up, and my arms were draped over two sets of shoulders. My eyes were blurry I might have blacked out for a minute, because when I opened my eyes again I was in a moving vehicle. My first thought was I was back in vehicle ninety one, and then I was suddenly relieved when I heard familiar voices. Sam and his father. The presence was slightly weak now that we had moved farther away.

I sat up and quickly hung my head out he window and threw up. Something was seriously wrong. I could function correctly. I'd been like this since we left the cave. "Easy there killer." The old man spoke.

I huffed several times, and then pulled myself back in. Bion's collar was still on my wrist. It made me smile. There was still a piece of him with me. I fell back and closed my eyes, and I woke up on the bed of a shitty motel. "You're finally awake."

My eyes moved and I caught sight of Sam. "Yeah, well don't be too surprised if I tire out and not wake up for hours. It's been happening a lot recently."

"Sorry to hear that." I nodded slowly and I passed out.

When I woke I only saw Sam. He was wearing fresh clothes and looked like he just finished taking a shower. He tossed a shirt and pair of jeans that were way too long for me. "If you want to wash up you can use the bathroom. We're just borrowing these clothes by the way."

"Figured."

"Looked like you could at the least use a new shirt." I looked down, having forgot completely about the constant need for bandages in that cell. I had lost an entire sleeve and about the entire torso of my shirt.

"Thanks for not leaving me to die back there."

"It's nothing, now, seriously, go shower. You smell like a wet dog." I laughed at his comment and stood up, groaning a bit. My walking was slow, and my ankle had taken on a weird sore feeling. I stumbled into the bathroom, and was immediately greeted by myself in the mirror.

My hair was layered with dirt, and had little bits of vomit stuck in it. My shirt which had once been pink, which I stole from and older lady, was now brown and torn and my lost and found jeans were... well, more or less the same. I stripped down and stepped into the shower and began to rinse all the gunk out of my hair and used the little piece of shit shampoo and conditioner to clean my hair, and used the soap bar to wash my skin.

In the wash I noticed that there were scars on my legs. Three of them. All shaped into Loric numbers, one, two, and three.

When I stepped out I cleaned my undergarments in the sink before wrapping a towel around myself. I stuck my head out of the room and looked at Sam. "Hey, do we happen to have any scissors on hand?"

"I think so." He stood up and rummaged through a bag, and pulled out a pair of scissors, and brought them to me. "Am I allowed to ask why?"

"No." I shut the door and stared at myself in the steamy mirror. My hair had grown quite long, and it was time for a cut. After all I should've cut it before now. I brought the scissors to my hair and began to cut.

When I was done I had a shitty pixie cut. At least now there wasn't much hair for the Mogadorians to yank. I set the scissors down, and changed into the clothed Sam gave me. I walked out and Sam's eyes widened. "Damn, why'd you cut your hair."

"Time for a little bit of change. Also I couldn't stand the fact that Mogadorians kept pulling my hair. It was really pissing me off."