Thanks for all of the great reviews and favorites last chapter! And I'm sorry it took me a little while longer to upload this chapter...I had a busy week. But hey, I have a two and a half week vacation now so i think that i'll make some good progress in that time:D
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I open the door and step back, surveying the young man standing in front of me. To say that I had been expecting him was a lie, but there was always something in the back of my mind that told me that at one point or another I'd have to confront this weird mogadorian.
He is tall, skinny, and so pale that he almost resembles a living corpse. His eyes are dark, along with his hair, the trademark features of the mogs. But he doesn't look like the soldiers I have faced before- he is different. More human. It almost seems as if there are two types of mogadorians, and he is part of the better half.
"Uh, Hi." Adamus says awkwardly as he stands there, obviously uncomfortable from my scrutiny of my glare.
"What do you want?" I ask, the question coming out sharper that I had expected. If Adam is taken aback by my tone, he doesn't show it.
"I need to talk to you. Could I, um, come in?" He says, rubbing the back of his head. He looks so human at that moment, so normal, so vulnerable, and yet he is still the spawn of the enemy. What is this cruel trick fate is trying to play on me? "I could stay here outside too if you'd prefer it, but I didn't think you'd want people to eavesdrop."
"Oh yeah. Uh, yeah come in." I mumble, stepping aside to let him into the cramped room. Part of me is screaming, cursing myself for letting this creature, this predator, this mog who's family killed eight, in. How can I trust him?
But I ignore myself and as soon as Adamus walks in I close the door behind me and turn to face him. He stands in the middle of the room, not knowing whether it's ok to sit or not. I point to a dirty armchair, nodding my head ever so slightly. Adamus smiles nervously and sits down. I sit down on my own bed, crossing my legs in the Indian style. The last thing I have ever been is cold and cruel, but this odd boy seems to be scared of me, and oh man am I enjoying it.
"Well, I'm Adamus as you know." Adamus starts, looking anywhere but at me. "But I'd rather you call me Adam- and you're Seven, well Marina- but whatever- anyways that's not the point of this. Did- did anyone have time to tell you any part of the story of how I came to be who I am today?"
"No." I say. "Does it concern me?"
"Well, yeah. Kind of." Adam replies, crinkling his eyebrows. Until now, I had never even spared an extra thought on him or his history- but now I am suddenly curious. Except for Malcolm, Adam is the oldest out of all of us- easily older than 20. But who is he really?
"Ok. Then humor me, I'm in the dire need of a good story." I drawl, surprised at myself by how sarcastic and mean I sound. This is not me. I have to stop this awful behavior. It's not what he- it's not what Eight would've wanted.
"And they said that you were the nice one." Adam mumbles under his breath, but before I can comment, he continues.
"When I was about thirteen, the Mogadorians caught and killed the first of the Loric Gardes hiding out on earth, a girl, number one." He begins, leaning back in his seat. I sense that this story will be long, so I make myself comfortable too. "My Father, one of the most celebrated and important generals in the Mogadorian Army volunteered his only son, a smart but weak teenager, to be the lab rat of the newest Mog technology experiment. You see, the Mogs had saved One's body and were now intent on making the best use out of it. So I was hooked up to a machine and so was the dead One, and with one electrical jolt, they began to transfer her memories into my mind. Unfortunately for them, the machine worked a bit too well."
As Adam continues with his story, explaining how he fell into a three-year coma, reliving and relieving One's life, I find myself slowly unraveling. He explains how when he finally woke up he tried to save the next two Garde's, and how because of that he faced death for a second time in his young life, and how he still got up and recovered and went back to the his Mog family even if it meant risking his life just because he needed to save One, and how eventually he realized it wasn't only One he needed to save but all of us. And how when he finally got hooked up to that awful machine again, One disappeared forever, leaving only a kiss and a legacy behind, and how he found Malcolm, and Rex and the Chimaera, and us, and now, there is nothing he'd rather do then watch the foul minded members of his own people burn in the ashes of their own destruction. And oh man, by then I'm crying, sobbing like I've never heard a story as tragic as his, even though I'm not sure if the sobs are coming because of the pain I feel for him, or because of the pain he had to go through to be here, today, with us.
"I'm sorry." I say after I manage to calm down a bit. Adam doesn't look alarmed though, he barely even looks shaken. I guess after going through events like those of his life, it takes a lot to rattle a person. "I didn't know. I'm really sorry. It's just, I guess you've heard about what happened- and it's just taken a lot out of me and I've been really cruel to you and to everyone for no good reason. And i-"
"Hey." Adam interrupts me, a sad smile on his face. "You have every and any reason in the world to be upset and mad. Believe me, you've dealt with everything so well that it's kind of scary to be honest. I was a wreck the second I learnt that One would disappear forever- but you, you're strong. You aren't Naïve and young like I was, and I know you'll get yourself and all of the rest through this."
"Nah, that's what we have John for." I say, letting out a strangled laugh, but it feels good to joke again, and soon after I even crack a genuine smile. "Thanks Adam, for everything."
"I'm not sure what I helped you with, but anytime. Really." He smiles back. "Just ask, and I'll do whatever I can."
"Thanks." It's quiet for a moment, but it's a comfortable silence. Not tense, not awkward, it's friendly. Welcome even. And then, a thought- an idea, forms in my mind.
"I do have one more question." I say, and Adam looks up at me. "It's about, well, it's about Eight. It's just, you said that the Mogs had kept One's body perfectly preserved for years, and I was wondering, if they were the ones who picked up Eight's body, could they, you know…"
Adam is nodding now and I feel heat rush up to my cheeks, the tears coming back. But now, they aren't tears of sorrow, or sympathy, or pain.
They are tears of hope.
"That's the reason that I came to talk to you in the first place." Adamus says, standing up. "If the Mogs do have Eight's body, then there is chance that you can, we can, still bring him back."
Adam looks exhilarated now, a wild glint in his coal eyes. He grins and the ground underneath my rumbles ever so slightly.
"And I know where they are."
"Have you ever been to California?"
"No, why?"
"I think I'd like to take you, one day. Just the two of us. You'd look hot with a surfboard."
"Hey!"
"I'm just kidding- you look pretty damn good all the time. But still, I'd like to take you there, after all of this is done."
"How?"
"I don't know. But miracles can happen sometimes, can't they?"
"Who knows anymore."
Hope this chapter was ok...i've been waiting to write it for a while now.
So i guess you guys have now figured out the plot for this fic? Oh yeah. Things are going to get hot- and by hot, i mean cold. Like frozen. *giggle*
Anways, Adamus will be playing a pretty major role in the fic too. What do you guys think about him? About Marina? About what will eventually happen?
Please Review, Favorite, and Follow away! Every little thing motivates me to write more and more:)
xx
Wren
p.s. The conversation at the end of the chapter is not between Eight and Marina this time, but two other characters. Can you guess who?