Author's Note: With my internet being sucky right now, I cannot post this up at the moment. I believe it has something to do with my brother, that very stupidly tried to download a untrustworthy program.

Thanks to everyone for being awesome. And yeah.

I think I half know where I am, my usb documents got destroyed. Don't ask.

Bad day for me.

Well chapter 7.

Chapter 7

Six's pov

I am feeling bad right now. More like frustrated.

I can't go to sleep.

I had taken a shower first thing when I walked into the room. Marina and Ella went down to the beaten up souvenir shop in this motel hotel thing place. They bought two, three shirts for everyone. And one pair of shorts and one pair of pants per person. And some underwear yeah...

I had worn one of the shirts and my pair of pants.

Sleeping in them didn't feel right, well the pants, so I went down myself and got myself three pairs of sweatpants with the word 'New Mexico' on it. They had like a personal clothes shop there. Everyone must need clothes here. I also selected a hoodie, another t shirt, and a tank top.

I paid for it, totalling about seventy dollars, this stuff is half expensive and half cheap.

I changed into the sweatpants and tank top, throwing everything else into Marina's chest, where she took them out again, and carefully and neatly folded it then placed it inside the chest.

I had climbed under the covers, then got back out to brush and teeth and wash my face.

Then I re climbed into my queen sized bed. There were two queen sized beds in this room. Ella is sharing with Marina, and I am sharing with no one but myself.

But even when the lights went out, I could not sleep.

Because everytime and imagine sleeping, I imagine waking up on Nine's shoulder.

And I am no way ready to go for such an embarrassing scenario again. Never again, until at least Setrakus Ra gets his ass kicked and we make it back to Lorien and wake it up.

But I would still rather never.

No matter how much I try to avoid it, I always come back to the thought of Nine.

Do I like him?

No way.

But then I feel like I am not being honest with myself.

I, Six, have never experienced love before. Why?

Because it is a waste of time. A weakness really, in terms that I myself can't understand.

But I know, that I love too, just like any other being in this universe. Well, not including the mogs. They obviously don't even have any feelings, if they did, they wouldn't kill such a wonderful planet full of kind people. Namely Lorien.

I love John. I know that. I also love Sam. I know that.

But I think I like Nine more than both of them.

But do I love him?

I give a frustrated scream, causing Marina and Ella to wake up, and seconds later, Nine comes barging into the room holding his pipe staff from the boy's room next door, and Eight teleports in.

Everyone is holding a weapon of some sort. And everyone except John and Sarah are here.

Nine says half eagerly and frantically,

" Where are the mogs? I heard one of you scream."

Then I press the light switch with my telekinesis. And the whole room is brightned.

I take a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light and see everyone but Marina do the same.

Night vision is better then I thought.

Then Marina says,

" Six, why did you scream, there aren't any mogs or anything."

What? Oh yeah... I have some explaining to do.

Then I say,

" I am frustrated and can't sleep okay? Now you can all go back to sleep."

Then Ella says softly,

" Six, is it because of that incident today? If it is, I am very sorry, I never meant to hurt you, it was just a bit funny, and, and,"

" Ella its okay. I forgive you." Sarah, not really. " Don't worry, I am fine."

Nine says,

" Jeez Six, don't scare us half to death next time. AND DISTURB MY SLEEP FOR NO GOOD REASON."

I glare at him and say,

" WELL ITS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU ARE THE ONE DISTURBING MY SLEEP."

"ME?! HOW?! I WASN'T THE ONE SCREAMING AROUND IN THE EARLY HOURS OF THE MORNING!"

Then I calmly say,

" If you want to know, it isn't definitely not even one in the morning." Then I quickly glance at the small digital clock on the table across from my bed. " It is twelve fifty nine."

" SAME THING!"

I cock my head to one side, totally playing up the smart ass act. Then I say,

" It is in fact, very different. I am sure anyone would know that. Right?"

And a lot of yeahs, totally agree with you, and sures, ring out through the room.

Nine grumbling says,

" Whatever."

Then, sulking, he walked over to the window and opens it. Then he looks outside. Then he JUMPS OUT.

I give a surprised yelp, and run to the window, and look outside. Don't see him down there. Then a voice whispers from above,

" You looking for me sweetheart?"

I look up and see Nine staring at me from above, his face expressionless.

"Problem Sweetheart? If not then go away."

" No actually. Goodbye."

Then I walk away from the window burning with curiosity.

I climb into bed and try NOT to think about Nine.

Well, at least I fell asleep eventually.

But I was STILL dreaming about him...

Like really?

Setrakus Ra's pov

My face is stony and as creepy as usual. It needs to be kept that way. To keep some of the mogs loyal to me, or serving me, they have to be scared of me. But my powers are already enough. The legacies of those squabbling elders. They don't deserve the title, and Pittacus didn't deserve his own title the most. Ruler of Lorien and the Elders. Should have been my title, but no matter.

I will be King of the Universe soon anyways.

The Loric will soon be wiped out as the rest of there race has been. All of them.

Then it will be simple taking down the 'government' as they call themselves. A power point in the world.

As if.

The Loric... I have a secret weapon. As powerful as one of their own. It only took ten years of research. And would have taken at least twenty more.

But we found something valuable.

And I just need to obtain that special ingredient.

My dear heir.

And if all of that fails I still have some research to complete that could possibly make something almost as powerful as the garde. Possibly.

Although research is not complete, it can possibly be a breakthrough, and perhaps may save us some trouble.

And it may leave the Loric so crumbled they can never stand again.

Unknown's pov

I must look terrible. It has maybe been a few months, a year, or even two. I don't know. And I may never know ever again.

Who knows.

My thoughts like to drift off into memories of Al.

Al.

I can feel the scowl on my face. I have so many things to sort out.

And most of them are fears.

Unknown's pov ( another unknown lol... )

I walk through the halls regally, dissing off all the mogs next to me that are 'escorting' me. ( note the sarcasm. )

They aren't really escorting me. Not really. They are my trail of ten mogs that form my guard. Not in a royal way really.

They are all glaring.

The reason why I am being guarded is mainly not because I am a prisoner. For some reason, I am ' valuable', to the ' Beloved Leader'.

Beloved. As if. Pft, is this a joke?

If you are wondering, I am being herded to ' the oh so great Beloved Leader'.

He summoned me for some reason. That I do not know.

My special boots hold two light weight knives for throwing, and a heavy one meant to parry swords. And they makes this clang sound with every movement. Oh and a smallish pistol with a safety lock that is made to detect my voice say, ' Action'. ( It was going to be the Beloved Leader, but you have to say it a lot so... )

The only sounds I hear besides that is the occasional grunt, the clacks from the guns knocking together, and the silence. And some voices inside the doors we pass by.

We reach the end off the seriously looong hallway. And the only thing facing us is black doors framed by chains, and ashes scattered everywhere.

Ashes of the mogs that displeased the Leader..

Then the mog next to me walks up to the heavy metal knocker, and knocks it three times to signal a requested guest has arrived.

Then I count to ten. And then the doors slowly creaks open, right on time.

"Beloved Leader of the Universe, I have arrived upon your very request."

" Welcome, lowly one."

Adam's pov

I am breathing rather heavily as I sit in the back of an old red chevy, catching my breath.

Sam and Malcolm are in the front chatting. They have been separated for so long so I let them talk and try to refrain from asking questions such as,

Where are we going now?

Where are you taking us?

Sorry to interrupt, but we have more important things to discuss; such as WHAT IS OUR NEXT MOVE.

But I learned to stop asking questions at the 'wrong' time ages ago when I was still the stupid mog son of the Great General.

So instead I let them talk.

Author's Note: Toooo short. Sorry, so many povs, four I think and yeah. Sorry haven't updated by yeah, please review and see ya!