Marina's POV
Five looks at Nine murderously before jumping into the air, the blade on his arm extending. I try to move Nine with my telekinesis but Five is holding him in place; he's too strong. Five hovers above the air for a second and then I realise how to stop him.
Five shoots through the air. Nine braces himself. Eight teleports in front of Nine, as if to sacrifice himself to save Nine. I use all my telekinetic power to throw Five of course. He slams into the tree, his blade stuck in the bark. Eight grabs Nine and teleports over to me.
"Heal him," Eight tells me, though he needn't bother. I place my hands over Nine's back and the balls of ice form between my shoulders. Six sits up, confused but alive. Eight revs the engine of our fan boat and we roar away, across the swamps of the Everglades.
Five roars with anger as the blade retracts and then he comes flying towards us. Six stops him in his tracks, throwing him into the swampy mud and then raising her hands to the sky. A storm springs up in response to her.
Nine winces in pain as his spine corrects itself and the destroyed muscles and nerves rejoin. He's taking a long time to heal. I just hope the others can deal with Five and the Mogs that are surely coming.
We are thrown sideways as Eight turns the boat round a sharp bend. Nine falls away from me but he's healed. My vision blurs at the edges and I crouch down to try and stop myself fainting. Eight gives me a concerned look.
"Watch out!" Nine yells. I look up and see Five hurtling towards the boat from above. Six is busy trying to destroy the waves off Mogs chasing after us but Nine grabs his pipe staff and throws is at Five. It hits his eye and he falls to the ground screaming in pain. Nine leaps off the boat to finish him off.
"Don't!" I shout. We can't kill Five. He's one of the last Loric left. He may be a traitor and I would have hated him if he had killed one of the others but we can't just kill him.
Nine punches Five hard in the jaw, sending him flying back into the mud. Nine takes his pipe staff and is about the throw it again when Eight teleports over to him and then brings him back to the boat.
"What did you do that for? He's a traitor!" Nine says, the anger is his voice more evident than I've ever heard it before.
"We can't just kill him," Eight says.
"Eight's right," I agree.
"A little help here," Six says, her voice strained. We all turn our attention to the Mogs. Six is still pummelling them with hailstones the size of golf balls and striking them with lightening. She's so strong, such a good fighter. I've got nothing compared to her.
Eight pulls me to my feet, "Can you take control? I need to help." He says. I nod and try not to look as nervous as I feel. Steering one of these things can't be that hard, right?
Sam's POV
I found him after so many years and now he's dying. Sarah is holding Ella, firing shot after shot at the Mogs to try and stop them hurting her but I can' so anything but look at my Dad. I remember how sad I was when I lost him; I can remember how happy I was when I found him. But now he's going. Now he's leaving me all over again.
John is still trapped in the nightmare, twitching and lurching on the bed, a layer of sweat coating his forehead. If he woke up, he could save my Dad. But he can't wake up.
Sarah screams and I hear a click. Her gun is out of bullets. I turn around as the Mogs swaps her and snatch Ella from her arms. My gun feels like a lead weight in my hand but I lift it and begin to fire at the Mogs. Before I can achieve anything, Ella is gone. I fall to the floor and look down at my Dad. Sarah runs to the doorway, looking around but the Mogs have already gone, taking Ella with them. I don't know why they want her, but it's my fault they've taken her. If I had concentrated harder, if I had not been so caught up with my Dad, then I might have been able to save her.
My thoughts turn to darkness and pain and a sorrow so strong I don't think I will ever recover from it.
My sobs quieten for a second; just long enough for me and Sarah to hear the lift doors opening.