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Marina

I yelp as the alarms start ringing. Am I visible? Did Six lose control of her Legacy? Or did the Xitharis run out?

Whatever the reason, the security camera has noticed us. I let go of Six's hand and she becomes visible, too. Nine, though, seems to be enjoying her touch. Six pulls her hand away from him as he over exaggerates a pout.

The Mogadorians are alert now. They are spilling in from every direction and soon we're cornered.

"Crap, they've found us," Six shouts over the blaring alarms. The three of us are in a fighting stance, standing back to back like one of those cartoon shows I once watched with Adelina on a train. Except this time, it's real. And I'm the one being cornered.

They all start firing at once. Six quickly seizes our hands, turning us invisible, while Nine activates his anti-gravity Legacy and turns the world upside-down. The Mogs below us gradually notice that we aren't visible. Instead of shooting everywhere, they go on a rampage trying to find us.

"This is getting boring," Nine complains. "I want some action!"

"No!" Six scolds. "We came here to find Ella, not to destroy this base!"

"Hey, kill two birds with one stone," Nine says, and by the way his grip on my wrist loosens for a moment, he shrugs.

I look up at the floor below us. A few Mogs linger around, keeping guard in case we decide to show ourselves. Then, suddenly, I hear a shout a few yards away, probably down another nearby hall, and then some cannon blasts.

Four

"Shit," I mutter under my breath. "Run!" I shout. "Now!

Adam follows me, but he's having trouble keeping up. No time to slow down now, I think. I'm on the edge of my life and a Mogadorian, traitor or not, won't slow me down.

I twist and turn into the more vacant hallways, only to find myself narrowed down to two cramped aisles. Trusting fate, I go right. A Mog spots me and yells at everyone to turn my way.

"Number Four!" Adam shouts behind me, but it is lost in the cannon blasts that follow. Instinctively I throw as many fireballs as I can at them, and the ground slightly rumbles from Adam's Legacy. Using telekinesis, I rip a blaster out of a Mog's hand and float it to Adam. He smiles at me in return and starts to fire.

Even then, I felt outnumbered. There are way more of them than us.

Marina

"Guys!" Nine says in a hushed voice. "They are here! Johnny and Mog-boy!"

Six jumps a bit. "Fine! We can go!" Overjoyed, Nine quickly drags us down with him to the ground and I let go of Six's hand. The alarms sound even louder now as we sprint to the commotion. Sure enough, John is there, fighting for his life with Adam.

Then something electrical shoots through me, the pain intense and unbearable. "Marina!" Six cries. I try to get up but I can't. I'm paralyzed and can't move at all. Gathering up all my courage and endurance, I look up to see a guy with short brown hair and an eye patch.

Five.

"You bastard!" I shriek at him, ignoring the intense pain that results from my words.

"Not taking out my other 'fucking' eye?" Five taunts, laughing evilly. "Not so powerful now, are you?" I glared at him, and the tazer in his hand catches my attention. Thank goodness, this is only temporarily. Feeling the pain go away, I stand up and pin him to the wall with my telekinesis. Surprisingly, he doesn't put up a fight.

Not even trying, the power of my newest Legacy takes over me. The air around us cools and instantly drops below freezing, but the Mogs around us who haven't been paying any attention before now notices me attacking Five. They take aim at me, but before I can move out of the way quickly enough, I'm shot at the side. I groan and fall, clutching at my side, losing my telekinetic grip on Five.

Wishing with all my might for my healing Legacy to come to me, I breathe heavily, awaiting death to approach if I don't get healed quickly enough. Then, an icy feeling runs down my spine as I feel the wound slowly start to close up.

I get up and stumble towards battle, but I'm too exhausted. Healing my wound was more work than I thought and took most of my energy. I collapse, only to be kicked at the side. I look up to see Five glaring at me.

"Too weak?" Five sneers. He snorts. I curl up my fists, trying my best to not lash out a string of curses. "Pathetic. Maybe I should 'accidently' kill another one of your friends for you to legitimately fight." I start to stand up, but Five kicks my ankle and I fall again. "Stay down!" he barks. Angrily I swipe my leg against his, knocking him off his feet. Although the pain of his loss is unbearable, I keep reminding myself that Five killed Eight, killed the last of his own kind, killed my only chance of finding true Loric love, killed one of my very few happiness, he killed Eight, he killed Eight, he killed Eight…and he will pay dearly for this.

I get up successfully this time, and use my ice Legacy to trap him on the ground. He whimpers timidly.

"You don't deserve the scars on your ankle that mark you Loric," I growl. "Being a traitor is one thing, but killing the very last of your own dying race is another. I don't care if you are a fucking traitor. I don't care if you are—were—one of us. I don't care if you may be the strongest. I don't care however cool your Legacies are. But you, you killed Eight—"

"I'm sorry, okay?! I didn't mean for it to happen!" Five blurts out. I hear some hint of sincere in his voice, and I realize that he actually means it.

"Does that mean it's okay for Nine to die instead?" I shout.

"He deserves it!" Five answers.

"You deserve it, bitch!" I yell at him, and trap him down even harder.

"Then why don't you kill me right now, if I deserve it so much?" Five asks, his confidence returning to his voice.

"Because I'm not you! I'm not heartless enough to kill my own kind, no matter how much of a bastard they are!" I cry, my Legacy responding to my anger. Five lets out a cry when he realizes that half his body is frozen in a thick layer of ice.

Knowing that any further action will kill him, I leave him there. Just as I'm about to stagger away, my strength and anger starting to leave me, I'm slammed onto the wall by a telekinetic force. Shit.

"I'm keeping you there until I thaw, Number fucking Seven!" Five shouts at me. "This battle isn't over yet!"

And then a door in the 'first class' hallway opens, and out steps a girl with auburn locks.