Seven's Chest

by Yamini Srikanth

Marina isn't Marina anymore. Eight's death has changed her completely and irreversibly. She will kill every last one of them. And take Five's other eye out. And there is an item in her Chest to help her out.

Bleh Bleh Bleh

I put my hand on my Chest. Every time I opened it I was reminded of the bittersweet ability to open my Chest on my own. Drugging Adelina seems like such a small thing now. I let out a little gasp. Adelina. Charging the Mog fearlessly. I remember it so clearly now…Those ghastly pale fingers wrapping around her neck. She is just another person to grieve for now. Like Eight. I have so many regrets; I should have kissed him again. I wish I could look into his green eyes again, so lively beautiful and expressive. Tell him I loved him. But he's gone now. I will fight for him. I will fight for Adelina. Now I wear his pendant on my chest too. As a reminder.

The memory is painful, everyone rushing off, trying to avoid the Mogs. Leaving Eight behind in his block of ice. While they turned away, I put my hand on his chest, to touch him one last time. To my surprise, the ice had melted slightly, so I tugged his pendant off, put it on and went after Six, to fight with this new and deadly Legacy.

I decide to push all my feelings away. For now. The time for grief will come later. The time for action is now. I grasp the lock on my chest and it pops open, I lift the lid. The contents are the same as always: the vials of water, the tree branch, the crystal compass a few other items and… something strange. I feel attracted to wear the dark gloves, so I do.

Suddenly they start clicking and expanding. I hear a slight whirring noise. The edges of the gloves that once reached my wrists have now lengthened to my shoulders. And they don't stop there. They expand over my chest and meet in the middle, then start flowing downward to reach my hip. Then it keeps going till it reaches my ankle. I'm in a glowing black cat suit? Then, the material starts morphing. It turns bronze around my waist, forming an armoured breastplate. There is a gap for my shoulder then the bronze starts again and reaches my elbow, leaving a place for the joint and then continues to my wrist again. Straps form around the legs in certain places. I'm wearing armour. How…useful.

But that's not it. The crystals in my Chest float up and embed themselves in the straps. One forms a long sword on my left leg. Another forms a dagger on my right calf. The three smallest stones form three knives on my upper right thigh. Two glowing green crystals float in front of my hands, so I grasp them. They each turn into foot long bronze daggers, with a leather grip and blue Loralite pommel. Double daggers. Perfect for revenge.

I'm not Marina anymore, the soft, useless girl that grew up in a convent. I have a new and deadly legacy. I'm a warrior now. The armour made me realize that. I will fight. I will avenge. I am number Seven.