The Retaliation of Seven 2
Author Note:To the Americans: Happy Fourth of July! :D (The day after! :P)
To the non-Americans: Happy Thursday! :3 (Or Friday. :P)
To the Loric: Keep Calm and Kill Mogs. (Always.)
Sarah's P. O. V.
When I wake up, I am, (not surprisingly,) hooked up to about every machine mankind could have ever invented.
The wires are a tangle all around me as I glance around through the bright lights. I appear to be alone for right now, but I seriously doubt that will remain to be the case for long. I appear to be in a hospital, my clothes in a heap near my bed and a night gown being my only cover. Even under the thin covers I feel completely exposed; I always did truly hate hospital rooms and procedures. I struggle to sit up, trying to survey everything but only to fall back down. Not only does it send stabbing waves of pain throughout my body, I have small restraints around my wrists and ankles.
Crap.
As I suspected would happen, the door clicks open moments after I give up trying to rise. It's a man with smoothed down hair and a formal red tie, his dark eyes cold and calculating as he sits at the foot of my bed stiffly. His mainly concealed expression proves that he doesn't want to be here, or at least not with me fully aware and conscience.
"Sarah Hart, it is a pleasure," he recites from some script he was likely given previous to now.
"I wish I could say the same to you," I reply cooly, evenly, "what do you want from me?"
He looked like he was going to recite something else, but he drops it when I finish speaking and cuts right to the point, "We want to know where your little alien family is."
They think I'm one of them now.
I decide to put up the charade and reply, "Where we are is none of your business."
He leans forward intently, bracing all over his weight on one leg as he tips closer to my face, "It is your duty, Miss Hart, to protect and inform this country. It is your home."
"No," I respond stiffly, "this is not my home."
That is a lie; Earth is and always has been my home. I still traces of American pride, but the powerful spirit of Lorien has captivated me more. It makes me feel a bit more in place, like it is truly where I belong.
"Then serve where you've lived since birth," he orders me sternly.
I merely shake my head and secure my lips just as I did with the goverment. I love John far too much to much to throw it away, and now my silence has been secured. Do as they will and try as they might, I will never speak to the United States goverment ever again.
Anything that happens to me from here will merely be a bonus.
Sandor's P.O. V.
It's kind of a funny story how I got revived.
On Lorien, everything was perfect and the Elders were all-knowing and wise. I never saw the big deal about them, but apparently they had a better idea of what they were doing than I gave them credit for. They apparently could sense an attack coming, because when the Mogs invaded and destroyed our planet, they merely killed our people's bodies.
Their souls, on the other hand, harvested deep within Lorien's core and are now hibernating just like our planet.
When Lordias cast that charm over the young Garde as well, apparently it also served as a link to both Lorien and us Cepans. While it didn't grant total immunity on Earth, it guaranteed that our souls would be preserved to Lorien's core, just like our people. As their Legacies awakened and all that good stuff, Lorien became just a little stronger and set to reviving the dead's souls to return to Earth. When we overcome the Mogodorians, we'll come home and Lorien will rise again.
So basically everybody'll come alive, so our race isn't gone.
Just hibernating.
By the time I get done explaining all of that to Number Ten, she seems to be shocked and a little confused. I merely shake my head and tell her, "Look, it confused me too. Just understand that all of the Numbers will eventually come back and so will the Cepan because of our Elders' sacrifice."
"Wh...what about Pittacus Lore?" she studies with big brown eyes, "he didn't die, did he?"
"Still M.I.A. last time I checked," I respond with a shrug, "well, I died and I came back, so I'm not too worried about it right now."
Bran-I mean Henri- rolls his eyes behind me and bends over to her level briefly, "Do you have any idea where the other Garde are right now, Ella?"
She shakes her head sadly and looks down, "The government or Mogs- I'm not sure which one- attacked Nine's penthouse and broke us all up. Six, Four, Nine, and Eight all went looking for Five with our ally, Adamus. Sarah, Marina...er, Seven, and I were all still back at the penthouse. I've got no idea where Seven went and Sarah was taken by the government."
Her voice is extremely sad and full of despair as she explains this to us, and it inspires me to briefly place my hand on her shoulder. "We're going to find them, kid."
"O-okay..." she whispers as Henri stands to his full height.
"Do you know where the penthouse is?" he inquires.
"I don't really know any directions..." she replied sheepishly, so I step forward.
"You forget I rigged up the place," I smirk a bit, "I know where it is, so let's go."
Carl looks rather surprised as I flash him my identity of Damian Worthington.
One side effect of being restored to Earth is that my body has long since gone back to Lorien and all that jazz. My soul was converted into some dying business man's body, leaving me to sneak out of the morge and try to make myself look as Sandor-like as possible. When I met Henri at some coffee shop in Paradise, Ohio, he seemed kind of shocked at my new look. Needless to say it took me a minute to get used to his new face and slightly upped height, but we've coped. I just hope our Garde don't snap our necks for the lack of believing we are their Cepans.
"Damian, you look...different," Carl muses from behind his desk, "it's not bad or anything, it's just..."
"New?" I finish for him with a million-buck grin, "I thought so, too."
His smile fades, "Well, there's kind of been a problem. Some helicopters crashed into the building and pretty much destroyed your penthouse. We're working quickly on repairs...and I can offer you a couple of lower bedrooms while we recover the four floors it decimated. The girls up there weren't found, so we assumed they made it out...but I see you've already found your niece here. Luckily we only had a few other casualties, but we are sorry for what's happened."
I pretend this all new to me and feign hurt, "Oh...well...I'm just going to check through the rubble, see if anything survived."
"We have a recovery team out there currently, but go right ahead," he nods solemnly, "I'll ready some rooms for you and..." He glances back at Henri quizzically while giving Ella sympathetic smile.
"Business partner," I answer casually.
With that, I head up to elevator and slide in the key to go on up. Ella and Henri follow quietly, both looking a bit nervous and quite out of place. The elevator, as kind of expected, creaks and comes to hault at the 96th floor. With a reluctant groan from me, we make our way up the mangled steps slowly until I'm pretty sure we're on the once 100th floor.
"It seemed to have one been a nice place..." Henri muses as we begin rummaging around.
"It was absolutely gorgeous," Ella looks at me sadly and apologetically, but I just shrug her off and scoop up the jacket of one my Italian suits.
Damn, this is going to take forever.
Eight's P. O. V.
The car was totaled after the attack, so we decided to hoof it right after checking out the remains of the helicopter that crash-landed into us.
Inside we find many piles of ashes, proving it was the Mogodorians that ambushed us. The helicopter is just as totaled, but we do find something valuable inside. There's a small stash of papers with notes all about us Garde, information they'd gathered in the past. I toss it to the grass bitterly, stepping aside for John to set it on fire with his Lumen.
That's when I see a number I didn't before: Seven.
And it's got an 'X' through it.
"Wait!" I yell as he begins to singe the files. He jumps a bit, staring at me with the others as I stumble forward.
Please God, don't let it be true...don't let it be true...
Most of the writing is in Mogodorian, so I can hardly tell what it's saying. I do manage to make out the words 'gone' and 'fell', though, and let said files flutter back to the ground. Dark clouds begins to creep over my mind as tears pool in my eyes for the first time in years, and I don't make any effort to stop them as I sink to my knees. The others begin to creep behind me but that doesn't matter in my mind now.
My Marina's dead.
In no time I'm in a fetal position, slumped forward totally and bawling my eyes out. After a few agonizing minutes, I feel two's hands on my back and tense up horribly. In the corner of my bleary left eye, I see Nine and Adamus staring at the paper, faces tight as Adam glances between the mess I am and the numbers. Six and John are both beginning to lift me to my feet, but I merely slump forward and choke a bit of my grief.
"It doesn't matter..." I whisper while clenching my trembling hands, "she's gone anyway."
Marina, if I die, I will die in your honor.
