First Lorien fan fic. Please read and review! The good the bad. All of it. Tell me it's awful if it is. Or praise it if you can :)

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John

Quitting, not usually being my things, was really hard as I tore away from the apartment and ran with Adam to find Sarah, Sam, and Malcolm. It scared me to feel hopeless, to feel the need to walk away from what I was doing. But it scared me even more that someone was dead. And I had to be the strong one.

"John. JOHN!" Sam's voice echoed through the lot, I ran in a daze, until Adam tugged my arm.

"Sam? and Malcolm?" He gestured quickly, looking at me with concern filled eyes. My head snapped in their direction, and we dragged me over there with him. Sarah looked at Adam then at me.

"Is... is he okay?" I was shaking. What if it was Eight? Eight, dead. Gone. Or Marina? Our healer, the one who held us together? Nine? My brother. What would I be without him mocking me? What if it was Six? What would we be is Six was dead. Everyone looked to me to be the leader, but no one really knew that I looked to her. She probably didn't even know, but I modeled my choices after her opinions, I modeled my actions after hers, and I couldn't do squat if it wasn't for her. And I don't think Sam would be okay if she was dead.

Sarah was shaking me. "John?"My eyes refocused and I looked at her. I wanted to cry. To curl up and let everything go. I needed to know who was gone.

"We should... go." Getting my thoughts together was near impossible, but Sam jumped into action. He pulled open the back door of the truck, and Sarah climbed in, pushing me in front of her. Adam and Malcolm took the front seats. I sat, squished between Sarah and a window. Closing my eyes trying to put my thoughts in line. To allow everything to make sense.

I felt Sarah shift to look at Sam. Heard their hushed voices, but didn't care to hear what they were actually saying. Then Sarah's hand was on my knee, rubbing soft circles.

"It's not her, John. She's fine." I felt tears in my eyes. I couldn't stand how weak I was being, how selfish.

"Sarah, I'm sorry. It's just Six- but I love you more. I just can't-"

"Stop... I know. It's not her hon, we would feel it." She tucked a piece of wavy blonde hair behind her ear, smiling at me gently. I closed my eyes, let my head rest on the window, being taken away by sleep, while Sarah continued to rub my knee.

Six

"He's dead... Oh... crap.. Five's eye.. Oh... Six..." Marina was holding her knee's to her chest rocking back and forth, literally.

"Mar, I need you to focus. Now." My patience was running thin, and so was Nine's oxygen supply. She needed to heal him.

"Six. H'e gone. He's gone." She was a burst of adrenaline back when we were fighting, then it was replaced by a depressing amount of shock, that was irritating me to no end.

"Marina!" I snapped, for the third time in 12 minutes. Nothing happened, Nine was starting to look like he was having a seizure.

I groaned loudly, then did what I knew I had to, I raised my hand and slapped Marina across the face, trying not to let her shocked expression effect me. Her hand flew to her cheek.

"What the-" Her anger was back.

"Heal him." I commanded pointing at Nine, knowing that we were going to need to move again very soon. Her eyes widened at Nines, state and she crawled over to him, resting her hands on his chest.

His breathing returned to normal and she turned to me stunned. "You slapped me." She accused, clearly upset. I had no patience for that.

"You needed it. We need to move. Are you done feeling sorry for your self? We will have mourning time later, now I need you to pick yourself up, and start acting like the Marina I know you can be." I know my voice had an irritated twang to it, and I saw the pain on her face, but she got up anyway, and took my out stretched hand, as I readjusted Nine.

We set out, invisible to all, making our way through the marsh of the Everglades, just out of reach of the Mogs who were trying to save Five. I had to pull Marina forward as she was pulling against me longing to get to Eight.

"Six! Please!" she hissed quietly, and although I couldn't see her, I just knew she was crying.

"Mar, I'm sorry. But we need to go. Please, stop tryin to fight me. I can't do this with out Nine and you. I need some help." I heard her sigh, sticking out in the silence around us. We trekked on until we couldn't see any more Mogs. Until we couldn't hear any more yelling. Until everything we were running from seemed like it was never going to catch us.

sorry, kind of short. But please please please review if you read, so I knew that people are actually reading it! But I'll probably update whether there are reviews or not...