Nine-
I sweep my pipe staff into the Mogadorian squad. All five of their heads are crushed, and I whip around to face more enemies.
John whips a fireball at Setrakus Ra, but he simply releases a electric wave from his fist. The fireball is extinguished, and I curse as I feel my Legacies drain away.
A Mogadorian guy stands a few feet away. He looks like a trueborn, and I wonder why he isn't attempting to harm me and John.
"You all have no idea how doomed you are," Setrakus Ra says with a grin, slamming John to the ground with telekinesis."My special ops team found your friends in New York City. They wanted to find Five, and instead one of them was wounded."
"Who was wounded?!" I yell. Setrakus Ra laughs and stares at me, his maroon eyes seeking mine.
Someone is shaking me, and I wake up. I'm laying on the sand, my long hair caked with the substance. Marina shakes me with again, and I can see the others staring at me in concern.
"Nine, are you okay?" Marina asks me. I stand up, feeling weak.
"What happened, and where are we?" I ask them, looking around at the desert.
"Outside Dulce base," John replies, wiping away some sweat."You passed out, remember? Of course you don't. We're trying to find the Loralite stone."
After a few more minutes of walking, we catch sight of a blue stone sticking out of a sand dund.
There it is, the Loralite.
"Okay, everyone. Let's go to the stone and teleport somewhere. Let's hope we can end up some place good." Eight suggests.
We stride over to the stone, and then I hear a group of helicopters advancing towards us. Bullets are shot towards our location, and Eight demands that all of us touch the Loralite stone.
"Where will we go?" I ask Eight, not fully understanding why this Loralite is so special.
"Some place with Loralite!" Eight replies, touching the Loralite stone. The rest of us do the same.
I wonder why the bullets haven't hit us yet, and then I see Six using telekinesis to deflect the bullets. Six places her hand on the Loralite, and I see Eight focusing.
I'm struck by a newly arrived helicopter's bullets. Two of them tear into my arm, and I jerk away from everyone else. John moves towards me so I can be healed, and I can tell the others will teleport soon.
"Just go, we'll hold off the helicopters!" John yells at the others.
Eight teleports, including everyone else-except for me and John. We use our telekinesis to start engaging the attack helicopters.
Adam-
My eyes open. I cough up a mouthful of dust, then frown. Looking around, I see piles of Mogadorian ash all around me.
I killed members of my own species. Of course I did. The screams of Ivan and the other Mogs filled my ears as I brought chunks of concrete upon them. They had Sam in captivity, and I knew how much he meant to Malcolm.
Groaning, I push against the concrete chunk that is digging into my shoulder. I might die here, and that's okay. At least I liberated Sam and reunited him with Malcolm. Plus One is gone forever, and I have no one.
I'm alone again, just like I thought when Malcolm seen Sam again. I use One's Legacy to let the ground tremor. The concrete chunk that is on my shoulder slides off of me. I stand up, brushing myself off afterwards.
When I look up, I see that a massive hole has been blown through the ceiling. I shake the ground below me, then let a tremor send me rocketing towards the hole. I zip out of the hole, then land on the sand.
The desert sun beats down on me. My pale skin burns in the sunlight as I see two teenagers in the distance. A group of armed helicopters circle the teenagers, firing bullets towards them. I can tell the teenagers are Loric, because they use telekinesis to deflect the bullets.
I start dashing towards the teenagers, waving my hands at them. Finally, I get to meet the still surviving Loric.
"Hey, Loric!" I yell, waving at the teenage guys. One of them is feral looking with long black hair, while the other has a buzz cut of blond hair. They both look at me, but keep their telekinesis focused on the helicopters.
"It's a Mog in plain clothes," the feral one says, glowering at me. He sends a telekinetic blast at the helicopters, causing the pilots to lose control for a bit.
One of the helicopters land on the sand. Two men emerge from the helicopter, holding pistols. I stomp my foot. The sand ripples as a tremor travels towards the two U.S. soldiers who are now aiming guns at the Loric.
The soldiers are blown off their feet. They are launched forty feet in the air, then come crashing down into a sand dune. I'm not sure if they are still alive.
"What the hell?" the blond Loric wonders out loud, noticing the use of my Legacy. He looks at me as he strides over."You must be Five. You have a Legacy, and I assume you can shape shift like Eight. Since you look like a Mog."
The feral guy crosses his muscular arms, trying to see what I really am.
"I'm not Loric." I admit. The feral guy grabs me by my collar, then pulls me closer to him."Please calm down. Look, I am a friend of Number One. She's dead, but her mind used to dwell inside my own. She wanted me to help your race. So just don't kill me, please."
"Okay, Mog. You're good, for now," he hisses, throwing me to the sand."My number is Nine, and this is John. He's Four."
"I'm Adam," I say as the four helicopters nearby start attacking again."We should take shelter back in the base!"
"Are you luring us into a trap, Adam?" John asks me, deflecting a volley of bullets."We just escaped from that place."
I think of the watchtower that I knocked down earlier. Maybe we can hide out there.
"Come on!" I shout, gesturing for Nine and John to follow me."There's a watchtower at the other side of the place!"
Six-
I'm suddenly laying against a slab of stone. When I lift up my head, I see Marina nervously speaking to a police officer. There are a couple of other police officers nearby. One of the officers walks over to me, then grabs me by my dyed blond hair.
"Crazy bitch, get on your feet!" he barks, pulling me off of the stone. I realize where I am. Stonehenge."You're that terrorist girl. We have a few of your pictures at the London police database. Now you're trying to send England a message by ruining Stonehenge?"
I start to summon a store, feeling angry. Me and John are not terrorists. We are attempting to save these people, not harm them. Plus if we were true terrorists, we would not have spared the lifes of the helicopter pilots back in Tennessee.
"Get your hands off me," I warn, ready to zap him with a bolt of lightning. He releases me, only to grab his gun. He aims the gun at my head, expecting me to show fear. I don't. I know I can stop that bullet with telekinesis if he fires it.
"Just give us a fine, maybe you can use the money to rebuild Stonehenge." I hear Marina suggest to the officer she's chatting with. The police officer smacks her hard. Marina cries out and drops to the ground, rubbing her face. The impacted patch of her olive toned cheek might even turn color later on today.
"A fine?!" the cop yells at Marina. He points to the collapses slabs."Stonehenge was unique. It won't be the same ever again, even if we do somehow manage to get the stones back up!"
Marina stands up and I turn invisible, not even caring that the police officers just seen me vanish. The other police officers draw their pistols, cautious as they aim. I creep towards Marina, but one of the officers snatches her up. He places the gun to her head.
"I'm going to blow this girl's brains out, if that freaky terrorist thing doesn't show herself!" the cops yell to his allies, but I can tell he also wants me to hear him.
I pry his finger away from the gun's trigger, putting my telekinesis to work. I break his finger, then bring a bolt of lightning upon him. He screams in pain as electricity convulses throughout his body. As he collapses to the ground-possibly dead-I take Marina's hand.
I turn Marina invisible as the police officers crowd around the wounded one. The officer shakes on the ground, not even breathing. I killed him.
"Six, let's go," Marina whispers. I nod, even though she can't see me.
We sprint away from the scene, glad that we could escape that situation.
Eight-
I'm swimming. After teleporting, I found myself near the coast of Somalia. I'm torn between heading there, or staying in the water with the few sharks there are. I plunge my head into the water, wanting to see if there is any danger.
There's a shark with jagged teeth staring right at me. That settles it. I teleport onto the coast of Somalia, and walk onto the beach. My heart beats quicker in my chest when I see a submachine gun being aimed at me.
The gunman is in the woods nearby, and he leaves them when he knows I've spotted him. He aims the gun at me, yelling something I can't understand.
"I don't know what you're saying," I inform him. He glares at me, then takes a few steps closer.
"So you speak English?" he asks me. I nod, raising my hands in surrender. Let him think I'm powerless, I think. When he thinks he's safe around me, I'll reveal my Legacies and attack him."Empty out your pockets, now!"
"I don't think so," I say, lowering my hands."You're not taking anything from me."
I knock him back with telekinesis, then teleport into the woods behind him. As I rush through the woods, I can only hope that the others are doing fine without me.
Sarah-
Me, Ella, and Bernie Kosar arrive in a alley. I can hear car horns going off, and see multiple taxis on the street nearby. We must be in a big city.
"It's just us?" Ella asks, looking at me. I nod, wishing that it wasn't true. I wish John was with me right now.
"Yeah, I guess so." I reply.
We hear footsteps behind us, then spot a tall man walking towards us. He's holding something behind his back, causing me to feel uneasy.
"Hey, girls. It's not safe walking in a alley in this city. A lot of bad people out there, even if you have a dog with you," the man says. He reveals what he was hiding behind his back-a small, but sharp knife."Now if you don't want to get cut, I suggest you give me your wallets."
Bernie Kosar shape shifts into a tiger. The man backs away from us, shocked and horrified.
"Damn, this is what I get for living in New York City," he says, turning around. He starts dashing down the alley, and I consider chasing after him."I'm telling someone about this!"
New York City, so that's where we are.