Disclaimer: I do not own the Lorien legacies in any way. I merely want to write about Navrina in every way possible. Together, or not together. Yet, they both live in all stories. Yay!
Marina:
Sitting in Nine's penthouse, I surveyed what was happening around me. John and Eight were watching Netflix on the couch while Nine was trying to get them to train. Meanwhile, Sarah was playing a game of chess with Six who was moving the pieces with her mind.
Ella sighed next to me, "She's here."
"Who is?" I asked.
"Five, of course!"
At that, everyone in the penthouse scrambled to their feet and raced to the elevator to greet the newly found Garde. Five strided in, flanked by Sam and his dad. John, Sarah, and Ella were in a hurry to meet her, and even Nine put in a great effort to impress her. I was okay with that, yet what bothered me was Eight. He was constantly trying to make her laugh, and rarely left her side. I was filled with jealousy and envy, for she sure had me beat. With mid length, braided, red hair and sparkleing hazel eyes, she looked pretty even in her grime coated clothes. I didn't trust her the second I saw her, and so did Six.
Over the next week, it became obvious that Eight was growing very close to Five. He sided with her in all arguments, laughed at all of her horrible jokes, and even put his arm around her often! I knew I had to act fast, so on Sunday morning I went to Eight's room to express myself and tell him about my feelings for him.
I opened the door, "Eight I-" my jaw dropped at what I saw next.
Eight had pulled Five into an embrace, and was kissing her on the armchair. The moment he saw me, his cheeks flooded red, and looked like he had been caught stealing something. Five, on the other hand, had smirked right away when she saw me, and even rubbed it in my face when she planted another kiss on Eight's cheek.
Rage boiled throughout me, and I felt something snap in me, like an old memory being remembered.
Except this time, it was deadly.
I felt hurt, I felt pain, everything I wanted Five to feel. To know the consequences of what she had done to me. Instead of healing- I hurt her. I held my hands out in front of me and put her in a state of agony, not to kill- but to torture. She was no longer beautiful as the scars of her actions ripped lines across her face and her skin turned red. Her face contorted with pain as she fell to her knees.
"Stop, Marina!" Eight screeched as he teleported and tried to hit me, but stopped as his hands flew to his head. I played images of him and Five, and let him feel my emotions, my pain, my anger. I stopped what I was doing and ran down the hallway to my room. I only stole one glance of what I had done before slamming my door shut- Eight's face displaying realization and regret for what he had done.
After I had locked my door and sat sobbing on the ground, I heard him shout, "Marina!" desperately. He wanted me now. But I wasn't sure if I wanted him then. After all, I had stayed with him for longer than Five, and she had been his first choice.
