A/N: One shot, drabble thing. So yeah thats it. I don't know why I am starting lot of random fanfics. Oh well.

This ones on Marina's thoughts after Eights death I guess, since I have been making one up in my head... Its really short.

Marina

He is dead. Dead, dead, dead, and nothing can bring him back.

If only Five wasn't so stupid. The only thing I got in exchange for his life, was his murderer's fucking eye, and a stupid legacy. A stupid legacy that I wish I never had, and if I could bring him back, I would.

You never know how to appreciate what you had, until it is gone. Forever.

No matter what I did to that traitorous murderer of his own kind, it would never bring Eight back.

I could burn him, torture him, make him regret everything he has ever done, but all it would do is give me the satisfaction of revenge.

I don't want revenge. I want Eight.

Every time I replay that one moment in my head, that one moment that changed everyone, especially me.

The moment where Nine was provoking Five. The one where he killed Eight.

If Nine wasn't so stupid then, Eight would still be alive.

Nine.

I feel a burning sensation within me. A feeling of anger and thirst for revenge. If Nine wasn't so stupid and could keep his mouth shut, then Eight would be still alive today. He could be standing here right next to me.

Except he is dead.

I feel like this is a signal. To show that, as happy as you were, it won't change the fact that you are and always will be a hunted one.

I cannot afford to be a little weakling.

I must become stronger.

The only thing that came up that was actually helpful somewhat was my new legacy, Cryokinesis. The ability to manipulate ice. But I would rather have Eight with his jokes and cheerful personality than this stupid legacy.

Now, I have to accept his death. He died. Five is a traitor. And Nine so stupidly almost died, but instead Eight died for him. I have to accept it.

I will prove that I am no longer a weakling. That I can fight. And partly hope Nine will realize what he has done.

Because I am not Marina, a weak little girl.

I am Number Seven.