Number...I'll leave it as a surprise...
I lay on the cold, wet ground. I see his body, mere feet away. I watch as three people, most likely Loric, turn invisible all at once. I can sense where they are, and, using my telepathy legacy, I 'barrow' some of the Loric's invisibility power. Turning invisible myself, I make my way over to Eight's dead body. It's encased in ice, on behalf of Seven, and I break my way through the thick sheet of wet coldness. Mogs are all around, but they don't know I'm here, nor do they pay any attention to Eight. I have only tried using my Gremlan Legacy once before, but I know I can do this. I press my hand gently on Eight's chest and release Three's life into Eight. Three is the only Loric I have ever taken the life from, of course, I wouldn't have done it if I hadn't been controlled by the Mogadorians. The Gremlan legacy allows me to take life and release it into something else, but it can only work if they are the same things. A human life for a human life, a Mogadorian for a Mogadorian, a Loric for a Loric. Its simple and now, I am a bit happy to be of assistance to the Loric, maybe even a bit happy I took Three's life and not just another Mog. Though of course, I am not happy that I killed one of the few remaining of my race, but glad to be able to put it to use. Eight coughs and looks up. Of course he doesn't see me. I turn him invisible as well and nearly drag him away from the Mogs. We keep running away until my time is up with Six's legacy and we both turn visible again. Eight's taken aback that it was not Six who rescued him, or that it wasn't Seven who healed him.
"You're welcome." I joke, trying to break the tension.
"Who are you? How...?" Eight can barely form words, let alone sentences.
"I'm number Two," I say. A confused look crosses his face that quickly changes to fear.
"Setrakus Ra..." Eight manages before he attempts to teleports to safety. I grab him by the arm and am teleported with him.
"I'm not Setrakus Ra, but I can see why you think that." I say. I'm not Setrakus Ra, and if I were, I would want to stab myself, right now.
"You're not making any sense... how...are you alive?" Eight asks.
"The Mogs. Long story short, yes I was killed, but now I'm alive thanks to Mogadorian tech."
"You're happy the Mogs used you as some lab rat?"
"No, I'm happy to be able to kill as many as those sons of bitches as I can and help my species live!" God damn it, why did this guy have to be so dense.
"Okay, suppose you're tell the truth. Exactly what legacy do you have to bring me back from the dead?" "It's called Gremlan. And it allows me to transfer life, so to speak. Make any sense now"
"No, but most of Loric legacies don't anyway."
"We have to keep going. The Mogs could already be trailing us."
"What do they want with me?"
"It's not you they want, it's me."
We continue walking. I am taking us in the direction Six, Seven and Nine headed in and am tracking them with telepathy. Night falls upon us and I get tired. We find a motel that looks okay and stop for the night. By morning we will be on our way again.
Number Six
We stop for gas for the second time since leaving the Everglades. Marina has barely shed a tear for Eight's death, though I know she wants to kill someone right now, and I see where she is coming from. Other than her Capen, Marina has never had anyone close to her die before, and I wouldn't even say her Capen was close to her. Meanwhile, I have watched Katerina killed before my eyes, hundreds of other innocents die, and now, Eight. It all happened in a blur really. Eight stabbed, Marina developing her newest Legacy, and then we left. I think I remember seeing a girl, about our age, maybe younger, lying on the ground, hurt, but not physically wounded. I haven't thought about her until now, but there was something off about her, like she knew we where there. Then, she disappeared. I wonder now if I was just hallucinating her, that she wasn't real. But she felt real. And somehow, I know she is.
"Okay Six. Lets get rollin'" Nine says as he hops back in the rented Dodge Challenger. We drive away from the gas station, and I just can't shake the feeling that I'm being watch, Tracked somehow. I ignore the feeling and drive faster, almost pushing the speed limit.
"Slow down, Speedy." Nine says. I'm surprised he even cares if I go the limit or not. But then I realize I'm way past the 75 mph limit. I almost pushing 110. I ease my foot off the gas pedal and slow down to 70. I sigh. I wish I knew why I'm so bothered.
Number Eight
We drive fast along to highway, trying to make up for lost time. Two sits behind the wheel, and I still can't help question her reasons, I still feel like she can't be trusted. We past the sign saying we were now entering the state of Georgia ten minutes back. I assume we are headed to Illinois, but Two won't say. She uses her telepathy to track the others. According to her, Six, Marina, and Nine are moving north and Four is stationary out west.
"So, about you and the Mogs..." I try to start up a conversation, but she doesn't want to talk.
"I don't want to talk about." She replies, and the silence continues.
"Can I at least know what Legacies you have?" I ask after a few minutes. She sighs.
"Gremlan, Telepathy, Force Fields, and I can change my size. Occasionally wings, it depends."
"Wow. That's a lot." I comment.
"Yeah, well, you sort of learn fast when Mogadorians are pushing you along." She says. Two was a little cheery when I first met her, but over the past week, she has grown less talkative.
"Did I do something to upset you?" I ask.
"No." She says and that's all she says.
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