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Marina/Seven POV

No, no, no, no. He's gone. Eight.

It's been about 1 hour since that bastard betrayed us; we're in an abandoned cabin about 2 km from the nearest fast food outlet. Oh God.. Five. I hate him, I hate him so much. If only Nine hadn't pushed Five to breaking point. Nine and his stupid mouth. Now look what it has cost us... cost me. I'm an emotionless husk of a body, a body that used to laugh and be happy. But he took him away from me. He took Eight from me. Every time I think of him my eyes sting, and tears streak my face, small sobs build up in my throat. I let out a small whimper as the last of my tears drip to the ground.

"Marina?", Nine asks, his eyes are tinted red from crying. "Marina?" he asks again.

"What?", my voice surprises me, the amount of emotionless sound coming out of it. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for it to end like this" Nine replies, sadness and pain in his voice.

"Well look! If it wasn't for your arrogant bull sh*t and teasing, Five would have never wanted to kill you! and Eight would have never died trying to save you!", I scream at him, he's a little taken back at my response.

"Hey Marina, don't get angry at Nine, although his mouth would have pushed Five to his limits, Five was already a traitor", Six says coming to Nine's defense.

I sob and cry a bit more, "Your right, I'm sorry for yelling", I barely say between sobs. Surprisingly both Six and Nine hug me. I pull back looking at them, they both look terrible, although I can't talk. They both have red eyes from crying and their faces are both stained with tears. Eight's death took a big hit to all of us...

Nine gets up and paces the room, "Hey Marina, why don't we train that new bad a*s Legacy you got?" he asks questioningly.

"Er, um sure, I guess it might help me get my mind off Eight", "Yeah lets do it" Six chirps in, steadily pulling herself up. Her head, where Five punched her is covered in crusted, dry blood. I shiver at the thought of Five's metal arm.

John/Four POV

I stare at the ceiling lying on a bed. After Sarah, Sam, Malcolm, BK and I escaped we met up with the 'famous' Adam. We rented out an apartment just south of Davenport. We're all exhausted from the trip here, but we know that we all have to address my new scar. Sh*t, another fallen. Dead. Gone...

I shed a few tears for the loss of another Garde. The worst part is that we don't even known who it is.

Six. I would never forgive myself if it was Six, I can't except that. Nine is like the annoying brother no one asks for but has, but he is a good person and lightens up the mood with his massive ego and cockiness. Marina, she is a loving and caring person to all of us, she is actually a genuinely nice person. Eight is like the other brother that everybody wishes they had, he makes everybody laugh at his jokes; he's our own joker.

Then there's Five. The son of a b*tch is a traitor. How could he betray his own kind? What is wrong with him? I would wish that he died, but Malcolm said that it is unlikely because on the tablet their is a dot moving away from the other 3 dots and we know that Ella is the dot in West Virginia. We assumed it was Five who is moving away. To be honest he was very weird at the start.

Sarah peeks her head in the crack. "Hey beautiful"

"Hey", her voice shows a little sadness, the new scar has taken a hit to all of us. I can't imagine what the others at the Everglades are feeling like.

"You okay" I ask as she lays down next to me.

"I'm worried for them John"

"I know, so am I, we just have to hope that they get back to us safely"

Her eyebrows curve in confusion, like she was thinking of a response, but quickly disposes of it.

"Malcolm wants everybody in the lounge room in about 5 minutes" she says leaving, not before she pecks my cheek.

I continue to stare at the ceiling for another minute, before sit up and make my way to the door. The apartment is quiet, except for the occasional person that turns the TV on. It's depressing to known that we might lose the war now. Stop I can't think that way, gotta keep thinking positive, even now though...

Everybody is in the room, sitting on the lounge and chairs, some of the Chimaera that Adam had saved lay on the ground, in their different forms. Adam sits quietly talking to Sam in hushed voices, while Malcolm types away on the computer while glancing towards the tablet every now and then.

Malcolm turns around, "John we need to talk"

"Yeah, we do, the odds of this war have turned dramatically now, we still haven't figured out who died in the Everglades" I say looking at all of them.

I told them about my vision with Ella, and how Five was among the Mogadorian ranks. I clench my fists at the thought of his name.

Malcolm continues, eyeing my indirect anger "So whats the plan now then John?"

I'm surprised by his gesture, the rest look towards me as their 'leader', similar to the time at the Dulce base in New Mexico. My eyes sting a bit, the memories of the all the Garde with the exception of Five fighting and having the upper hand, things were at least a bit better back then.

"We meet up with whoever those 3 dots in the Everglades are, then we figure out a plan of attack once we have regrouped"

I see the sad looks in everybody's eyes. They have to come to terms with the death of one of us, our friend, ally, our Garde.

Ella POV

I wake up dazed and confused. Why aren't I in Nine's penthouse any more. I look around; dark walls surround my view and a blue force field separates me and the hallway. I scramble to my feet, the concrete ground is cold and dry, I tip toe across the ground trying to not make any sound. Then it happens...

A familiar grotesque face appears at the blue force field. I scream.

"No need to be frightened my heir" Setrakus Ra says, his voice deep but also has vibrato to it. I try and reach out telepathically to the others, nothing.

"That won't work Ella, I have disabled your Legacies for now" he responses, almost as if he read my mind..

"Let me out!" I yell at his face, only having the guts to do that due to the force field separating us. He walks a couple spaces to the left, and presses a few buttons, then the force field flickers, then disappears. O sh*t.

He takes a few steps closer, his steps echo the distant hallway. He pulls something out from behind his back. He's gonna vaporize me, crap...Then a throws it about 3 feet away from me. Its a book, a book seriously? Whats he gonna do make me read to death? I think.

"No don't be silly Ella, The Great Book isn't a punishment it's a gift to all who read it", great he can read my mind.

"Why am I here, why don't you kill me right now?!" my voice echos through the building or whatever this place is.

"Ella I don't want you dead, you are my heir, I am here to help you see the future of the Mogadorian and that Lorien is hopeless. It's hopeless fighting for it, you and your so called 'friends' will lose, you are already on the winning side my precious granddaughter"

I freeze, I feel a sob crawl up my throat. No, no, this can't happen. I grab the 'Great Book', and suddenly it glows red, anger surges through me.

"NO!" I scream, I throw the book towards Setrakus Ra, all he does is lift his hand and the book obeys, stopping in mid-air.

"Well done my heir", he claps inching closer towards me. A few tears fall along my cheeks as I look up at him.

"This Legacy is your pure anger, such a strong force"

"What is it?" I asked, genuinely curious at my new development.

"Its called Dreymen (Guys I've changed some features of the series, so don't freak out! :), it has the ability to cancel another Gardes Legacies for a period of time. You can touch the Garde or charge an object and throw" he explains.

"Like at Dulce" I mutter to myself.

"Yes like at Dulce, that then helped me realize who you were; my heir. I do share the same ability but in the color of blue" he demonstrates.

He has the same ability, but it's a Legacy... Unless, oh sh*t, Setrakus Ra is a L- "Ella I think that is enough talk for today, I will collect you tomorrow, for your welcome feast, I expect you to be ready." He walks out slowly leaving me in an empty cell. The blue force field flicks back on, and the lights are turned off.

I'm plunged into darkness.