Number 2. Chapter, that is. Number two isn't in this.
Four:
"Does ANYBODY know how to get outta here?" Nine asks. "Yes, Nine I do. That's why we are still standing here!" Six says sarcastically. "Well hurry up, sweetheart!" Nine says wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "Don't touch me." She says bluntly and moves away. "Aw, you know you love me!" He jokes. "Yeah, because that's as likely as me being in love with a piece of bark!" She retorts. "Shut up!" I scream. "Jesus, you're already doing my head in!" "Oh, you just jealous that she likes me better than you!" Nine says, trademark smirk on full display. "AH JESUS! MY GOD THAT HURT!" We hear a female voice scream from inside of the dust cloud. "WHERE THE HELL IS THE LIGHT IN HERE!" All the garde imminently jump into fighting mode. "There isn't one." Nine says bitterly. "Oh shut up, Einstein!" She spits. We can't even see her so it's like talking to thin air. "Wait a second. There are people here. Or a person. Or I'm imagining it. JT! IS THAT YOU?" Hang on. J.T? "Are you number Five?" Marina calls into the dust. "No. I'm number Two rise from the dead. I'm here to haunt you for stealing my boyfriend," She says sarcastically. "Or something…" She whisper to herself. "Can you guys just keep talking so I can find my way over to you?" She asks. We hear a squeal and a bang. A flash of red breaks my vision of dirt, dirt and more dirt… did I mention dirt? Oh yeah… and dirt. "My god, I'm going to kill the bloody basted who put that there!" she says a lot closer than before. A mid-height, red headed, stick-thin, lightly freckled cheeked; tanned-ish skin girl comes stumbling out of the dirt cloud. "Sup number Two?" Nine says looking over girl appreciatively. "Are you on flipping steroids?" She asks Nine looking him up and down.
"No."
"Are you part giant?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"I don't think you really are." She says shaking her head.
"But I said I was." Nine says looking confused.
"Doesn't mean I have to believe you, buddy."
"Don't call me buddy." Nine growls.
"Don't threaten me, kid, you don't wanna go there." She says smiling sweetly. "Don't call me kid." He growls again. "Aw, does my name-calling annoy you?" The girl says in the voice you would use to talk to a puppy or a baby. "I'll tell you what does annoy me…" Nine says stepping forward and pulling his fist back. "Nine, don't. Honestly how old are you." Six steps in between them both then turns to the girl. "And you are?" "Libby Jackson. Or I was previously known as Gracie Thompson. But you might know me as number Five… If you are the garde, otherwise I'll just leave now. I have some other things I need to bloody take care of." She says with the thickest English accent I have ever heard. She extends her hand to six as if she wants her to shake it. Six doesn't move. Five drops her hand slowly and says "I guess you're not the friendly type then?" "Someone just grew a brain." I mutter to myself. "Excuse me?" Six and Five say at the same time. "Nothing." "It better not have been! Does the word 'respect' mean anything to you?" Five says, hands on hips and full of attitude. "Obviously not, I wouldn't say he was brought up on manners." Six says smirking. Five and six high-five laughing. "So are you the garde?" Five says still confused.
Five:
I have made a conclusion about everyone. A girl with blonde dyed hair and olive skin introduces herself a Six – The more you get to know her, the friendlier she gets. And a blonde boy is apparently number four – He has an obsession with a blonde human called Sarah (Six doesn't like that). The chick who calls herself marina is actually number seven. Number eight like 'Marina'. Number Nine – Tall, dark and… moody – doesn't like me (surprising, I know). And we have a number Ten. She doesn't talk… like, ever.
We sit in the car in awkward silence until Mr Grumpy-pants says "What did you mean by 'other bloody things you need to take care of'?" He tries to impersonate my accent… and fails (WHAT A SURPRISE!... not). "I have a mate that was captured by the mogs a little while ago. I need to find him."