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Guest: I suck at descriptions _ I'll try, though. And yes, I will bring back Eight. As for the John/Sarah part, this story focuses more on bringing back Eight, and after I finished writing it (yes, it's done and all I need to do is upload the chapters!) I realized that besides two little parts Sarah and John are like complete strangers.
lindz4567: You'll see! ;D
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EpicLoric24: The well isn't exactly Mog-proof, but in order to open it you need to know Sam's birthday. I doubt the Mogadorians know, therefore they cannot get it. :)
Four
If I hadn't made it in time, Marina could've been killed and there would be another ugly scar on my ankle.
"Thanks," she mumbles, though gratefully. "Good to see you again." There's something off about her, something making her look gloomy and emotionless, not like the hesitant yet optimistic girl she used to be. Instead I see a warrior, someone who has dealt with loss, someone who can fight, someone trying their best to not show another hidden side of them in front of their enemies.
The reason for this better not be what I think it is.
I look around as Marina staggers away, observing the field. I hear the unmistakable yelling of Nine, which means he's safe, not dead. I haven't seen Six yet—or Eight. Somewhere out there I hear the ground rumble. I can't tell where Sam and Sarah is, though probably out there, trying to defend themselves as best as they can. Malcolm has decided to stay in the car with the Chimaera, protecting the Chests and the tablet.
Soon, there is no more Mogadorian in sight, besides Adam. He emerges from behind the trees and Nine immediately pins him to the trunk.
"Stop!" I cry, as Adam tries to struggle free. "He's on our side." Nine eyes me before letting Adam go.
"I'll tell you my story later, but for now just remember that I might hold key information you might want," Adam says. Nine glares at him.
I look around, trying to figure out who's missing. Sam picks at the rubble, trying to find anything helpful. Marina is busy healing Sarah's wounds, while Adam tries to keep a fair distance from Nine. It scares me that Six or Eight could be the ones dead.
"None left?" a voice says behind me. I turn around, and see Six become visible. She's covered in ash and dust, and in each of her hands she is carrying a large, stuffed portfolio, which she carefully sets down. I don't reply to her and Six purses her lips. The rest of them gather around.
"Eight…" I start, but don't know where to begin. Sam stares at his shoes, while Sarah leans into me and wraps her arms around me. I blink back tears.
"Where's Ella?" Marina screams. Sam stutters.
"About that…" he winces, trying to find the best way possible to explain what happened. "She's been captured, by the Mogs."
Marina whimpers and bursts out crying. It must really suck having your boyfriend die, and then finding out your best friend who is like a sister to you was kidnapped. Six leans into Nine, who wraps an arm around her (that's new…). Sarah buries her face into my shoulder, and I hold her tight.
No one talks much in the car. Marina plays around with Eight's Chest and occasionally checks the tablet. Nine messes with the computer to try to connect to the internet to see if the attack at Paradise made the headlines. We had left before anyone located us.
Finally Malcolm speaks up, wanting Adam to tell his story to the rest of the Garde.
"So what did One look like?" Nine muses after the story's finished. Six rolls her eyes.
"Beautiful. She had flowing blonde hair and tanned skin. She's really annoying yet still my best friend," Adam replies.
"Dang it!" Nine exclaims. "Why do all the good ones have to be taken?" Six glances at him, clearly insulted. "Or why do they have to hate me?" Nine adds, and Six smirks.
"So what's our next step?" Sam asks.
"We have to get to Ella," Marina says determinedly. "She's settled down somewhere in West Virginia."
"So we need to go to the base there," Six pipes. "I know exactly where it is."
"And I drew a map of it, too, and I'd still have it with me if Johnny boy didn't let my penthouse be ripped to shreds," Nine says, glaring at me. "Don't worry, though, I have it all memorized…sorta."
"We also need to crack all these papers," Sarah adds, pointing to the portfolios Six was carrying earlier.
"Where are we going, anyway?" Adam asks. Malcolm pauses before answering.
"South," he says. "I can swing by West Virginia. Rent a hotel room or two, get some rest…"
"Then we can go kick Mog-butt," Nine smiles, rubbing his hands together. "Or, you know, attack them, like right now."
"Malcolm's right," I say. "We do need some rest. We've already had an attack today."
"Fine," Nine sighs, leaning back into his chair. "I guess it can wait."