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I don't own any of the characters. But I wish I did. No copyright infringement intended. All belongs to Pittacus Lore.

Summary:

They ambushed Number One in Malaysia. They Murdered Number Two in London. They outnumbered Number Three in Kenya. A betrayal and treachery took Number Eight's Life. Number Ten is kidnapped. But the battle is not yet over. There's still 4 of us. And we will fight until our last breath. We will triumph.

AN:

JUST SKIP TO THE LAST PART YOU'VE READ. I ADDED THE CONTINUATION ALREADY.

Finally! I Finished the full chapter, in less than 24 hours I may add..:) Well, enjoy! By the way, why don't you listen to Safe and Sound before reading this fanfic...It really hits the feel! :DD


Taylor Swift – Safe & Sound

Don't you dare look out your window

Darling, Everything's on fire..

The WAR outside our door keeps raging on

Hold on to this lullaby

Even when the music's gone


THE TRIUMPH FOR TEN

Chapter 1: A Dead Heart on a True Warrior

Marina/Seven POV

Normally, when you're invisible, you would feel Powerful, Indestructible, Invulnerable, and Bulletproof. After all, who could hurt you? You could just sneak up on your enemy, unseen, like a predator on its prey, and kill them instantly.

But that is not the case here. Right now, while concealed and unseen, courtesy of Six's Legacy, behind a very large tree, while at least a hundred Mogadorians are searching for you, Believe me, you would feel everything but Powerful.

Powerful. When was the last time I felt powerful? When was the last time I felt like I could beat everything and everyone? When was the last I felt free from all these stress and constant running? Never. If only I did something while I was at Santa Teresa instead of just relying on Adelina to do something, maybe she would still be alive. Maybe I would've become stronger than Six or Nine. Maybe I could've prevented HIS death.

I scanned the everglades, there's still a hundred Mogadorians out there, searching for us. Five, the traitorous bastard, was nowhere to be seen, though I could still see the bloodstained icicles that I used to injure his foot and render his right eye useless.

I closed my eyes, touched the searing scar that have formed its way above my right ankle less than an hour ago, and began to sob and cry uncontrollably. A million emotion is running freely on my heart, none are good. There are some things my healing legacy could never heal. Emotional pain and a dead body. But this time, It's worst. I highly doubt that it could heal a dead heart.

No tears even come out. No matter how badly I try, it seems that I have gone hollow and rigid. It's too much for my heart and mind to take. The only person that made this whole thing bearable and worthwhile is dead. To me, he isn't just Eight. He's a part of me that I don't even know if I could survive without. My heart reeked of desperation, longing and misery. And I know that my dead heart would never get rid of it. It will be like a parasite. It will destroy every bit of positive emotion and memories in it and when it's done, it will leave it the way it is.

Young Love Murder. I let loose a cold hard laugh. Who am I to even think that everything would be alright? Who am I to even dream a perfect ending for me and Eight? Who am I to even think my destiny and fate would be easy?

My life was never easy. On my first few months of stay here on earth, I felt everything but happiness. Hell, even that misery was devastating enough to make my Cepan snap, to make her forget what our true duties on earth. Life is nothing but utter disasters and endless sufferings. My 17 years of existence is a living proof.


Six's grip on my wrist tightened, snapping me out of my reverie. I turned to her "They're taking his body away." She whispered, barely audible.

I looked at the fields of everglades. Sure enough, the 100 mogadorians are still there. But now, one of them is thawing the ice that encased Eight's body with a blowtorch.

Rage and Panic boiled inside my veins. Isn't it enough that they killed him? Now they would put his body on who knows how many tests! How dare they degrade and berate him like that? How dare they? The cold feeling I felt earlier while wielding my new legacy returns. Ready to be used. I won't let them. I will fight and kill every single one of them.

I jerked my hand away from Six's, thus making me visible. Clearly, Six was very surprised because she lost her concentration and made Herself and Nine visible.

"What are you doing?" Six asks immediately. Worry and fear was very visible on her face.

"I won't let them take away his body! I won't let them experiment the shit out of his body!" I half-shouted. If this continues, sooner or later, the Mogadorians will hear us. But I don't care, I'm desperate.

'It's too dangerous! We can't afford to lose another!"

"We live in a world full of risks and dangers, and you're only worrying now? For god's sake, Six, pull it together! They're bound to play and do something repulsive to Eight's body and you still want to do nothing?"

"It's different this time! Our numbers have been reduced! We should all cling together and hope for the best!"

"Hop—" I started to reply, but a voice interrupted me.

"She's right, Six." Nine speaks, his voice, croaked and cracked with every word. I'm mad at him. I know that this particular anger of mine is ridiculous..Still, I partly blame him for Eight's death. But now, I'm very relieved that he's taking my side. "Eight is dead. The least we could do is give him the respect he deserves."

"Fine!" Six said, throwing her hands up in the air, for the first time, she looks haggard and tired. "I'll fight with you guys. He was a great guy. I couldn't ask for more. If I will die, It'd be rather while protecting a fellow friend and garde."

I don't know if it was possible, but I smiled a true smile. "Now that's what I'm talking about! What's the plan?"

We huddled together and discussed our plan. Clue: It will be a very cold fight.


Six is currently making her way to the fields of everglade, the soon-to-be graveyard of a hundred mogadorian. We would know when Six is already on her designated position. She would send us a signal that will be too hard to miss.

Then it happened. Huge dark clouds appeared at the top of everglade. At first, the Mogadorian didn't notice it. But as soon as the roar of the thunder penetrated the battlefield, the Mogadorians scrambled out of their position in panic.

ZZZZZT! A lightning tear through the air, so fast that I barely saw it burnt the body of at least 5 Mogadorians instantly. As soon as the rainstorm followed, the Mogadorians are on a full scale panic. It was very mesmerizing to watch. Mogadorians battling, losing I may add, with Nature itself. Very Piteous.

I looked at Nine. Despite the unreasonable anger I felt toward him, I can't help but be amaze to his battle strategies. This is his plan. And he's watching it unfold right before his eyes. Soon enough, he will go there to help Six fight.

An even louder thunder crackled through the sky, and that's what all Nine needs before he ran through the fields with the speed of lightning. His debut on this fight was a quick beheading of a Mogadorian warrior using his bare hands and before the head of the beheaded Mogadorian hits the ground, he's already on the process of killing another Mogadorian. Another tried to attack him secretly behind his back, but a quick High Back kick sent the said soldier spiralling through the ground, Before the Mogadorian knew what happened, Nine had already blasted him to ash using its own blaster. He's unstoppable

A bizarre excitement plants its way on my chest. I'm radiating cold. Immediately, I felt the temperature around me dropped. This is it. I will make them pay. I will annihilate them. I will kill and destroy them one by one, limb by limb, molecule by molecule.

I sprinted my way through the field.

It didn't take long before I spotted my first mogadorian in this fight. I was only a few away from him when he noticed me.

He raised his Blaster. Pathetic. He don't stand a chance. With the flicker of my hand, I threw away his Blaster. He wasn't able to show his surprise because immediately, my fist connected with his lower jaw, dislocating it. A straight hook to his right eye, he'd have to wear an eyepatch all his life, that is if he'll survive. I duck under his weak punch and I rose with a beautiful uppercut punch. He's now on the ground. His face full of blood. He tried to squirm away but he knows that it's futile. His death is already inevitable. I raised my hand, a dagger-like icicle emerged from the ground, piercing his heart.

My first victim. I don't want to stop. I want to see more Mogadorian blood. For the first time in my life, I'm no longer a Prey. I was a Predator. A predator thirsty for revenge. A predator thirsty to kill.

A group of at least 10 Mogadorians surrounded me. They're trying to intimidate me using their numbers and weapons. Worthless creatures. They deserve nothing but sufferings. I let loose a blood-curling shriek. A Stalagmite appeared. It's at least 30 ft tall and it radiates coldness. I don't know if it represents the coldness I feel in my heart. Maybe. It's so huge that it instantly killed 5 of the mogadorian warrior. I used my telekinesis on the sharp leftover particles of the stalagmite and aimed it straight to the hearts of the 5 remaining mogadorians. Successful. They all dropped to the ground. Dead.

I'm loving this. I could've sworn that I could hear their plea for mercy. I like it. It's like an amusing music to my ears. I sensed another movement around me. I turned around and came face to face with another Mogadorian warrior.

This one is bigger than the others but I don't care. I stepped closer to him. Our nose almost touching. He's as tall as me. I didn't even twitched an eye. I could feel the confidence around me growing. The mogadorian warrior was trying too hard to stand his ground. Trying too hard to not show any fear. I stared at his cold, dark, and unhuman eyes. Is it just me or did I saw panic in it.

I could feel my Legacy working its magic. Ever so gently, the Mogadorian's feet was slowly being covered with ice. The ice was already on hus waist level when he noticed it. He tried to throw a punch at me but I merely swing my head to the left to avoid getting hit.

The ice is now on his neck level. He's now trying very hard to resist the forming ice but his efforts render him tired. He knows it's useless. He just closed his eyes while he accepts his dreaded fight. Sadly, I have a plan that will end his vie for a heroic mogadorian death. When his whole body is fully encased on the ice. I stand back, to gain momentum, and throw the hardest punch I could. Sharp shards of ice flew everywhere and it includes the separated limbs and body parts of the trapped Mogadorian soldier.


My eyes scanned the perimeter of the fields of everglades. We were at least on an ankle deep amount of Mogadorian ash. Six is resting, near the lake, her head is wet because of the very strong storm that she summoned.

Nine's hand is bloody, he successfully killed and obliterated all his enemies using his bare hands only. What else is new?

The field is so silent. You could hear our every intake of Air. You could hear the pounding of the adrenalines in our body. You could hear nothing but the rustling and whistling of the trees and winds. We had won the battle. We successfully protected Eight's deceased body from being toyed around by a bunch of Crazy Mogadorian Scientist.

This is a good start, right?

But of course, the odds were and never will be in our favour. Because at that same time, when we're still catching out breath, I heard a scary and familiar roar of a Piken and when I looked up, I can see the silhouette of a Mogadorian Ship. Coming straight at us.

I am ready. Bring it on.


The three of us now stand together, our backs pressed against each other, guarding all directions. We're now anticipating the upcoming wave of onslaught of the Mogadorians. Is this the last? Who knows.

At the river, the horrifying silhouette of a Piken is slowly materializing. Wait. PIKENS. I don't know how many are there but what I do know is that they're looking straight at us.

Above us, the image of the Mogadorian ship is getting bigger and the hum of its engine is getting louder.

We all looked at each other. My heart tightens at the thought that this could be our last battle together. Six's eyes are tense. It is evident that she's formulating a battle plan or strategy. Grasping to everything that could possible save us from our doom.

Nine is trembling with excitement. A normal person would definitely say that he's probably praying to every Gods he knew. That he's afraid and is probably pissing his pants right now. But I knew better. His love gore, physical and mental violence never cease to amaze me. He's the only person I know that could smile with bloods gushing out of his wounded hands.

We may or may not escape this current predicament, But one thing is very clear. We would not go down without putting up a damn fight. We would fight until our very last breath. We, the remaining Loric Warriors, are not afraid to die anymore. We, the powerful Gardes of Lorien, are ready to unleash our wrath on everything and everyone that will be a hindrance to our progress.


"What's the plan?" I asked. Though, I already have an idea on what it would be.

"Kill every Mogadorian on sight. Make them suffer. This isn't just some WAR for the survival of Lorien," Six said with such courage and bravado. " Wether we like it or now, this is also a WAR for the planet Earth."

"They have Pikens," I pointed out even though what I stated is very obvious. "What are we going to do with them? Surely, It would be a lot harder to fight two things at once."

"I'll deal with them." Nine said.

"Nine, I know that you're probably the strongest Garde I've met," I started. "But fighting at least 3 Pikens at once is very astronomically impossible."

"Look," Nine said. "I'm not lifting my own bench. The reason why I said that I can handle 3 pikens is that...I think I just wielded a new legacy."

Six and I was caught off guard. "How sure are you that It is a new legacy?"

"When Eight died," I flinched when he said that. "I felt like the veins and blood on both of my hands tightened. But it was a wonderful feeling. At first, I wasn't sure what It was, but I know something is different. My theory was proven right with the fight we just had. I felt the power coursing through my hands. Every punch I throw on my enemy is enough to leave a dent mark on their skull. Every Kick i give them is enough to make their heart stop. It feels like I have—"

"Super-Strength." Six finished for him. "This ability means the user has immense strength, making any Garde with this ability far stronger than any of the other Garde's Enhancement ability."

"Nine, that is awesome!" I said. This is a very good news for all of us. We're all now on the verge of developing our final legacies. Sooner or later, we'd be more than ready to fight.

"Let's all go kick some Mogadorian asses," Nine snickered at my poorly done imitation of his vocabulary. "We now stand a chance. Let's do this."

"For Lorien." They both agreed.


The fight started as soon as we heard the monstrous roar the Pikens and unmistakable landing of the Mogadorian Ship.

Nine is now darting he's way towards the pikens. As soon as the Piken #1 saw him, the Piken lunged its head towards Nine. Nine sidestepped and gave the Piken a Punch. The punch was Earth-Shattering. I could've sworn that even though I'm a hundred yards away from his location, I could hear the vibration that his Punch made. The Piken staggered back, It tried to trip Nine using its tail. But a quick summersault flip did the trick for Nine and when he landed, Nine made sure to plant a heavy drop kick to the Piken's unfortunate tail.

I breathed a sigh of relief. At least Nine is doing well against the 3 Pikens. Suddenly, the clouds above us darkened. I looked at Six, she winked at me, she's concentrating very hard to summon a thunder storm. I smiled. A thunderstorm to obliterate the Mogadorian ship. Not a very bad idea.

It's war again. The battle around me rages. I see Nine throwing fast punches on the fallen Piken, the earth vibrates with his every punch. Six is unleashing every wrath of the elements on the Mogadorians. Thunders, torching everything on its path. The strong winds, throwing them out of their balance. The rain, making it hard for them to see. Everything.

I started to use my Legacy of Cyrokinesis. The iciness i feel is similar to the one I feel when using my healing legacy. Except, this was colder, powerful, and deadly. I jerked my hand upwards. Instantly, a sharp icicle erupted from ground, immediately killing two Mogadorians. I would never get tired of seeing their blood and hearing their screams. I summoned another icicle, Bigger than the last one and it successfully took the lives of 10 soldiers. I'm beginning to feel tired. I'm pushing my Legacies to its limits. But i don't care, I want revenge and I will get it.

The war efforts are running good so far.


I heard another ear-piercing shriek. I looked at Nine and saw that he's having the fight of his life with the Piken. Both of them on the ground, their strikes, lunge, kick, and punches seems to be in blur. They're so fast.

But what made my heart nearly stop is the 3rd Piken. It's making its way to the corpse of Number Eight. What was it thinking? It must've realized that we're only here because of Eight. It must've realized that if they can't have the body, then no one should.

Everything happened so fast. The Piken raised its humungous foot, ready to stomp and squish Eight's body flat. Nine was still caught on the skirmish with the 2nd Piken. Six was busy fighting the Mogadorians with Mother Nature. No one is nowhere near to help.

Before I knew it, I'm running as fast as my feet could carry me towards Eight's location. I have no idea what I will do once I get there, But I won't let the piken do it. I'm not sure if my Heart could take another beating. I won't. I won't. I WON'T.

I got there in the nick of time. I tried to use my telekinesis to stop the Piken's feet from colliding with Eight's body. It's hard. I feel every inch of my muscle burn with the effort. It's too heavy and my Powers are already weakened by the fight earlier. I'm still holding on to every bit of energy that I have. My vision is now starting to fade. Everything became blurry. With ONE LAST MIGHTY effort, I raised the Piken's feet as high as I could. I'm not sure why, but a new feeling burns through me. An unfamiliar yet comforting aura of protectiveness.

That was the last thing that was going through my mind before I passed out. Also, If I'm not mistaken, I saw 3 Mogadorian ships, flying towards the empty horizon and their only target location is...Here. Everything has fallen once again.


I know that my consciousness has returned. I know that my mind is fully awake and operational. What I don't know is that if I'm ready to face the harshness of reality. Was I dead? Was the others dead? What happened after I passed out? This is going nowhere, I realized. I should just open my eyes and get it over with.

Ever so slowly, I opened my eyes and braced myself for everything that might follow soon after. I don't know where I am. It's dark. But I do see a lot of trees. So...I'm not dead? How so?

Since I can see in the dark, I didn't have any trouble seeing the others. Nine is asleep, a huge leaf serves as his blanket. I saw Six, fully awake and on guard, scanning the perimeter of our camp for any signs of danger.

"Six..." I called out for her. I'm surprised how cracked my voice sounds. "What happened...?"

I saw six tensed immediately. But It was gone as soon as she realized that It was only me.

"They took his body, Marina." Six started to sob. I don't know that she cries. I realized no matter how strong you are, you're still a person. No matter how brave and heroic you are, you're still a somebody that could feel emotion. "Nine and I tried everything in our power to stop them. We fought and destroyed a lot of them. But when another 3 ships appeared, their reinforcements, we knew that it's hopeless. We knew that we needed to escape. I hope you understand, Marina."

To prevent myself from crying, I bite the inside of my cheeks so hard it started to bleed. It was all too much. I don't know how many more times do I need to suffer..

"How did I survive?," I suddenly remembered. "I remember passing out and now I'm here...what happened?"

Six smiled. "You developed a new legacy."

"What?"

"Force Field Generation. The ability to project a shield for protection." Huh. So that explains the aura of comfort I felt before I passed out.

"I see.."

"That's not all, Marina..."

"What do you mean?"

"I got this for you." Six handed me a Loralite stone. I realized that this is his Loralite Stone. Six must've gotten it right before we escape.

"Thank you very much, Six." I pressed Eight's Loralite Stone against my chest. I could feel a part of him, and that is enough to wash away all the sufferings I've felt temporarily.

We will soon see each other, Eight. I don't know how, I don't know when. But I am sure of it. I promise.


AN:

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