I did it! I finally wrote a post-TFoF fanfic. I'm sorry it's taking me so long to update my other story, I have a lot of things to do. I have homework, volleyball, volleyball, volleyball and, oh yes, volleyball. I swear, volleyball has taken over my life. But, I have no tournaments this weekend so I will try my very best to update my other story as well. This has been on my mind for a while now and I finally wrote it down. I hope you like it! I put in a kinda, sorta, not really POV of Eight. Technically, it's not from his POV, but it's a memory that's being viewed by one of my OC's (I have all of this planned out, to a certain point). But it's still kinda his POV, right? Anyway, I hope you like it!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything that comes from the Lorien Legacies series (sadly). I only own my OC's and the new plot.
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I watch as the brown-haired girl grabs the blonde's hand and they turn invisible. After they vanish, I turn my attention to the sobbing kid as he clutches his eye. The Mogadorian ship has recently landed and Mogs are running and treating his wound. I can see from here that his eye is certainly gone and he will have a permanent limp. I kinda feel sorry for him, even if he did kill the teleporting, curly-haired boy who happens to be my target. Speaking of him, thank the elders that he is frozen. My legacy wouldn't work if he weren't preserved in that block of ice. We passed the ten-minute mark a while ago…
"How could you let them escape?" A Mog shouts at the still-crying Garde. The boy looks up at the scout and the scout slaps him. "You pathetic weakling! Stop crying!" The boy nods while stifling a sob. Again, I pity him before remembering what he had done. I look at my watch, or where it should be. I'm invisible and I've been crouched here for the past hour. My legs are starting to cramp and I've seen enough of this. Time to take action.
"I'm sorry!" the boy says. "I t-tried to get them to join, but…" I interrupt him as I stand up and use my telekinesis to thrust them all into the air. They all stare at me as I turn visible and sprint across the tiny island. When I reach the body, I use my elemental manipulation legacy to partly melt the ice and yank the corpse from the ground. I grip it firmly and try not to notice how cold and lifeless it is. Once the body is tight in my grasp I teleport away, ending up in the middle of a forest. The trees are tall and the temperature is mild. It's the perfect place to use my very recently tamed legacy. Crouching over the boy, I fill my head with the saddest thoughts I can come up with. I relive my last moments on Lorien and the time when my Chimæra died. It isn't working. No matter how bitter my memories are, they're not enough. So, I come up with a solution: search through the dead boy's still-fresh mind using telepathy and try to find something sad. It works. As soon as I'm in his mind, I start to look and stumble across some flashbacks.
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"Are you sure we should be doing this?" A girl asks beside me as the elevator speeds down towards the ground. Wait, no. She's not just some girl, she's Marina, the girl who I've waited to ask out for a while now. I've just never had the nerve to do it. Going down to take a walk in Chicago is kind of like a date, right?
"We've been here for days and still haven't actually seen the city," I say. "I'd like to see more of America than military bases and apartments." Marina twists her shirt anxiously.
"But what if something happens while we're away?" she asks again. I sigh. I love her, but she's making the sneak-out-of-the-penthouse-and-go-on-a-date thing really hard, even harder than it is already.
"We'll be back before they even make it to Arkansas. Nothing's going to happen on the drive down there. If it does, Ella can use her whole telepathy thing and call us back." I respond, thinking back to when we snuck out while Nine was napping. That was just too easy.
"Won't Nine be mad if he wakes up and we're not there?" she questions. I look at her and admire the way her face is scrunched up in worry; she's so beautiful, even when she's nervous. I don't want her to be scared, though; I want her to be happy. She's even more beautiful when she's smiling.
"What is he? Our babysitter?" I laugh merrily, trying to cheer her up. When she doesn't smile, I try again. "Loosen up. Let's be tourists for a couple hours." The elevator dings when we reach the lobby. Marina looks even more nervous when we step outside. There are a lot of people here. Marina pulls me closer to her, worried about getting separated. I grin and ask, "Where to?"
"That way," Marina responds, pointing in a random direction. After a bit of walking, we end up at the lakefront. There are fewer people here and Marina looks more at peace. She's still frowning though.
"You're frowning," I point out. She startles out of her daydream and smiles at me. It looks a little forced.
"Sorry," she replies. "Just thinking."
I fake being stern and say, "Less of that. We're just out for a walk. No big deal." And with that, I pull her along with me as I walk down the path. We pass many sculptures as we go and they're very interesting. I try to get Marina interested too. "I believe this human work was secretly influenced by the great Loric artist Hugo Von Lore." I say thoughtfully while stroking my chin. Marina giggles.
"You're making that up," she says.
"I'm just trying to be a better tour guide," I respond. She laughs and I can't help but think about how amazing her laugh is. Soon, we're both playing along in my new game of making up crazy stories about the human art. Before I know it, we've spent a whole hour on the waterfront.
"Maybe we should get back," Marina says. I start to agree when something catches my eye.
"Hold on," I say, my eyes focused on the object. "Look at that." Marina looks worried about my hushed tone, or at least until she sees what I'm pointing at. She laughs when she realizes I'm pointing at a hot dog stand. A guy is handing another guy a hot dog. It's piled high with pickle and tomato slices and chopped-up onions. It looks disgusting. "That's the most monstrous thing I have ever seen," I declare quietly. Marina laughs.
"I think it looks sort of good," she says through fits of laughter. I stare at her in mock revulsion.
"Have I mentioned that I'm a vegetarian?" I ask. "But if it's the frightening mess of a Chicago-style hot dog you desire, then so it shall be. I've never thanked you properly." I start to make my way to the cart when Marina grabs my arm and stops me. "Change your mind?" I question.
"What do you mean, you never thanked me properly?" she asks. "Thanked me for what?"
"For saving my life in New Mexico. You broke the prophecy, Marina. Setrákus Ra put his sword right through me and you- you brought me back to life." Marina blushes when I say this.
"It was nothing," she mutters.
"It was everything to me." Marina looks up and tries to imitate my teasing smile.
"In that case, I think I deserve more than a gross hot dog," she jokes. I pretend to be hurt.
"You're right! I'm a fool to think my life could be traded for a hot dog," I say while grabbing her hand and dropping down to one knee. I press my forehead to the back of her hand and continue. "My savior, what can I ever do to repay you?" Marina laughs, embarrassed. The people surrounding us look at us curiously. We must look like two flirting teenagers to them. Marina pulls me back to the waterfront, her hand in mine.
"You can promise me more days like these," she suggests, squeezing my hand.
"Consider it done," I reply, squeezing tighter. Maybe I should tell her exactly how I feel. There's only one problem: What if she doesn't feel the same way? It would ruin our friendship and make things awkward between us. I can't risk that.
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The flashback ends and I'm left with acrid tears forming in my eyes. He never got the chance to keep his promise. I try to cry and fail, again. I need another memory. Closing my eyes, I venture back into the lifeless boy's mind.
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"Crying like a girl."
I honestly want to go and smack my head against a wall. Why does Nine have to jump at every chance of pissing off Five? I look at Nine as he lies at the base of the tree, his legs are obviously broken. Maybe his back is too. Five, who has sobbed after his defeat, gets back up to his feet. He does not look happy.
"Don't!" Marina screams as Five flies up into the air, turns and shoots towards Nine, his blade extended. Nine tries to move, but his legs are useless and he is being held in place by Five's telekinesis. Marina tries to pull him out of the way, but Five is too strong. I know what I have to do. I close my eyes and teleport.
There's a dizzying feeling of vertigo when I appear in front of Nine, just in time to be struck with Five's blow.
"NO!" Nine screams.
I look weakly at the blade piercing my heart, fulfilling the prophecy. Five pulls his dagger out, shocked. I stumble away from him, away from Five and towards Marina. I have to tell her. My mouth opens and I try to speak, but nothing comes out. I'm running out of time. The world starts to fade as I fall to the ground, the words "I love you" dying on the tip of my tongue.
...
My face burns as the tears roll down my face. I did it. My legacy will finally work. I blink as the glowing, golden tear drops drip from my chin and on Eight's body. Almost immediately, they seep into his heart and start to work their magic. I want to be sure that this will work, so I fill my head with images of sad puppies. That breaks the little dam holding the rest of my tears back. I sob; my face feels like it's on fire, just another side effect of my legacy. The boy's wound has started to close up and I feel a pulse that wasn't there a few moments ago. I wipe my wet cheeks with the back of my hand, ignoring the scalding feeling, and wait until he comes to. My face is burnt and probably scarred by my acrid, live-saving tears. I know what I'm expecting, but I still gasp when he starts to stir.
A pair of emerald-green eyes open and focus on me in the cool brisk air of the night.
Did you enjoy Eight's kinda, sorta, not really POV? Was it good? Was it too long? Do I ask too many questions? I probably do, I doubt myself way too much on way too many things. I will try to update both stories ASAP. But if I don't, please don't be mad. Being on two different volleyball teams is very tough. Not to mention all of the homework I get... .(
.( Haha, get it? It's Five! Haha, ha, heh, huh. Okay, I'm done rambling now.