Next chapter starting now, but first the disclaimer brought to you by Six! I kidnapped her too!
Six: Do I really have to do this?
Me: Yes, yes you do.
Six: Fine. TheMockingjay12 doesn't own Lorien Legacies. That all belongs to Pittacus Lore.
Me: On with the story!
I'm freaking out! What do I do? My entire life I've been on the watch for Mogs. Going over battle strategies in my head of what I would do if I actually saw one, but now that they're here I'm like a deer in headlights. Meredith hops right into action, grabbing a gun she keeps in the trucks headboard and shooting at as many Mogs as she can.
"Catch!" she yells, tossing me my own gun.
It feels awkward and heavy in my 13 year old hands, but I fire anyway, taking down Mogs as fast as I can. Blood splatters everywhere. I'm just getting the hang of things when I feel an unnaturally cold hand clamp down over my mouth, muffling my screams.
"Cat!" my Cepan yells.
Them, something extraordinary happens. When stabbing his glowing, blue knife through my back, he keels over clutching his stomach in pain. He shreiks in agony. It takes me a second to realize what's happening, then I remember that the numbers can't be killed out of order. I'm putting a bullet through another Mog's head when I see something that will haunt my nightmares forever.
My Cepan getting her throat sliced.
Sorry of this is short! Next chapter will be longer, promise.
Fly on, TheMockingjay12
