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I grab Marina and race off with Nine to guide my way. I am mourning Eight, but we have to hurry to get away towards the boat. We are in no shape to fight the Mogs, not even Nine. I don't think we could last very long in this state.

I look back a final time at Eights body, wondering why it had to be him. Although I imagine it would be difficult if it were anyone.

I grab Marina and Nine's hands and become invisible. I get into the boat and start up the motor. I see the Mogs slip and fall on the ice, and, despite the situation, makes me slightly giggle. They will pay for what they have done, those damned idiots.

And Five, what the hell happened to him to make him turn against the final dregs of his own race. Could he really be so messed up as to kill one of his own kind?

I shudder at the thought of him, and decide to turn my attention to the sobbing Marina on my left.

"Marina, do you want to talk?" I ask, my voice sounding uncertain and shaky. She shakes her head slightly and I know I should not pursue it further. She will have to deal with it her own way.

"What I don't understand," I hear Nine start, "is how that asshole was stronger than us...Stronger than me!" he adds. I shoot him a killer glare, and he looks down embarrassed. He knows we should not be talking like this when Marina just lost someone so important to her.

After the few moment of awkward silence and Marina sobbing, I realize how painful this scar really is. I know it's a lot to ask, but since we have no numbing cream, I really need this. "Marina, do you think you could make some ice and put it on our legs?"

She nods solemnly, crying harder, knowing that she only has this legacy because of Eight's death. She runs both of her hands in the water and comes out with two big pieces of ice for me and Nine.

"Are you sure you don't need one for yourself?" I ask, not sure whether or not I will get an answer. She shakes her head, and I wait for her to continue, but she says nothing. Maybe the burning pain helps bring her back into reality.

"Six, you need to do something, because we are not fast enough," Nine says, looking out into the mucky water beneath us. If we were here under different circumstances, I might say it was pretty.

I feel into the air and make the wind push so strongly on us that we almost tip. I reel it back in and decide to keep with a steady flow of air for the rest of our trip. We need to get to John. I am so worried about him. How could he have fought when he was so weakened by Ella?

I'm also scared for Sam. I know if something happened to John, I would feel it on my ankle, but if anything were to happen to Sam, I would never know, and I could never forgive myself. With that, I force the wind to carry us faster down the water.

We lay in our beds in a crappy hotel, knowing we could sneak in here with my invisibility and there would be no problem of anyone else ever wanting to come here. Marina and I are in the slightly nicer room, but Nine is across from us, and even from here I can hear him snoring.

It is not a bad sound. Considering what we had to go through today, it is nice just to know that he is alive and sleeping. Marina, on the other hand, is in the bath sobbing. I want to talk to her, to comfort her, but I really don't know what to say.

Maybe that's the effect of so many years without a friend or anyone to talk to; I really don't know how to comfort. I squeeze my eyes shut, picturing my arrival back with John and Sam. Louisiana is not close enough. I am not sure I can wait another day to meet back up with them, and tell them the tragic news.

I try not to think about that last part. I know eventually I will be upset over Eight's death, but right now I am in too much shock.

I feel the room shake, and I feel as if they had read my mind. I race to get Marina out of the tub, but am stunned to see her standing with her clothes fully on, seemingly prepared for a fight.

I turn to get Nine, but once again am shocked to see him open our door and drag us out into the front lawn.

I around and see nothing. I wonder if it was just an earthquake, when suddenly I am thrown off my feet. From the ground I can see that there are two ships worth of Mogs coming towards us through the woods.

I see Nine and Marina on their feet, and I sincerely hope Five is not on one of those ships. We can deal with Mogs, but he's just too strong for us.

It feels like an eternity when the Mogs finally charge at us, coming out of the woods. It has given me enough time though to whip up a storm and I immediately start striking Mogs with lightning, not a shred of remorse.

Nine is stabbing and spearing his way through Mogs so fast all I can see is his staff every once in a while, and Marina is chucking trees and rocks into the path of Mogs, fulfilling her share in this fight.

I can see a Mog race at me from the corner of my eye, so I turn invisible and slash it through the heart as it bursts into ash. Marina runs back into the house, and I am utterly confused, but I have no time to think because more Mogadorians are coming from every direction.

This is hopeless, I think to myself, when a flood of ice races from what used to be our room, and freezes over dozens of Mogs. I look up to see Marina with our chests, sliding down her rainbow of Ice, and when I turn back around, the ice only covers ash. She must have used all that bath water in case this type of thing happen. I am incredibly proud of her, and she continues to ice over Mogs.

They look around in confusion, and I use this to create a tornado and pick up Mogs where no one else can see them. I turn around and see Nine, killing mogs while howling and screaming as if this could possibly be entertaining. He turns around to kill a few more Mogs when one comes up to his back to stab him. Before I can think to use telekinesis, the blade is thrust into Nine's back.

I yell out for Marina, but am stopped when a hand covers my mouth. I whip around and stab whoever this is in the heart, but he doesn't turn into ash. I don't think but immediately yell for Marina, knowing that Nine is more important than this mystery Mog.

Marina sprints over to Nine, and he already looks better. There are only a couple of Mogs left, so I turn invisible and stab them all.

When all is well with Marina and Nine, and there are no more Mogs left, I turn to find this no-ash Mog is actually not a Mogadorian at all. At my feet is an unconscious Number Five.

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