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Marina
We've been here for two days. There have been hundreds of reports about the John Hancock gunfight and almost as many on the destruction of a hotel. John, Sam, Sarah and a pale boy were spotted at both. Malcolm's body was found at the John Hancock centre. There is no mention of anyone who could be Ella.
I expected Eight to try and remain optimistic but he and Nine have had more dreams with Setrakus Ra. He claims to have captured Ella. They said that John was in the dreams too but that he didn't seem himself.
Eight and Nine are getting more sleep after their restless night. For some reason Nine has decided to sleep on the ceiling. Six has gone out to try and find the others; she goes out every day and walks the streets invisibly, trying to find some sign of them. I go out every day and search the internet for signs of the others. Apart from a dark haired girl apparently walking unharmed from a collapsed building and then being seen to move things with her mind, there's been nothing suspicious. It sounds suspiciously like the Argentinean girl that we thought might be Five before we met him. She's disappeared again, along with a woman said to be her mother.
I walk over to the window and see a truck park in front of the hotel. I watch it, ready to wake the others if necessary. Sam gets out of the driver's side and a pale boy with dark hair gets out of the back followed by John. The boy looks human-ish but there's something about him and the more I see him, the more certain I feel. He's a Mog. I'm confused until I remember Malcolm talking about the Mog who saved him, the Mog who helped him save Sam.
I shake Eight awake. He looks a lot less tired, "Has she found them?"
"Yeah," I say before standing on a chair so I can try and shake Nine awake. He jerks up and then falls straight on top of me.
"Mogs?" He asks, looking down at me. I push him off and Eight pulls me up, giving Nine a look when he thinks I'm not looking.
"Six has found the others. They've found that Mog Malcolm was friends with," I reply. Nine extends his pipe staff.
"He must have told the Mogs where they were," Nine snarls.
"If that's the case then why's he still there?" Eight argues as I watch John traipse into the hotel. He looks rough, even from this distance. I have no idea what would have made him feel like that. We're all upset and angry about Ella being taken but we're not upset to the same degree as John looked.
It takes a minute for them to walk up the stairs to our room. Eight and I are both ready to try and hold Nine back. We can't trust Mogs, but we're not going to turn down a possible ally. There could be other reasons as to why they were caught on the way here. Sam enters first, then Six who becomes visible. When she's visible I see what happened.
Sarah's dead.
Six
Nine, Eight and Marina all wear the same look of shock, horror and sorrow as I become visible and lay Sarah's body on the nearest bed. Marina rushes over to her side. Eight goes with her. Nine spots the Mog boy who I still don't completely trust and his pipe staff glows.
"Don't," Sam sounds tired. He's driven all the way up here, "He's on our side. He saved the chimeara, he saved us in the John Hancock centre. There was a tracker on the car, Adam didn't tell them anything."
Nine doesn't look any less suspicious until the chimeara turn from the small winged insects hovering near Adam into a numerous animals. He still isn't happy but his pipe staff retracts for now.
"What do we do now?" Eight asks. We all instinctively look at John: the leader, the one who comes up with a plan. His eyes are red, wet and have darker circles than Adam does. His face is wet and shiny from recently shed tears. His shoulders are stooped; his gaze is heavy and his mouth downturned. Greif isn't what he's feeling right now; whatever he's feeling is stronger.
"I think we should find a safe house and then work out where they'll have taken Ella. Once we know that, we can rescue her and finish Ra off," I say.
"Anyone got a safe house?" Sam asks. He looks rough too. Malcolm's death would have hit him hard. I almost want to hug him and John, comfort them but I can't do that in front of everyone. I need to be strong and Sarah's death has proved to me that war is no place for romance. Besides, I've spent two days with Eight and Marina – if I see anymore romance or flirting I'll throw up.
"I have," Nine replies, "It's not as great as Chicago, but it'll do."
"Where is it?" I say. Marina cries out. We all turn.
Marina's hand is on Sarah's shoulder but she jerks it away as a patch of ice forms where her hand was. We've been helping Marina control her new legacy and so far, she hasn't done anything out of control. The ice spreads and Marina wobbles a bit; whatever her legacy's doing is taking its toll on her. Soon Sarah is encased in slab of pure ice.
"Marina? Are you okay?" Eight says, stepping into protective boyfriend mode. She faints. Eight places her on the other bed and sits down next to her. He holds her hand and looks over at Sarah before asking, "What did you do?"
John has sat down next to the block of ice. He runs a hand over the surface, his lumen glowing faintly because of his unrest. The block of ice glows in response. He barely notices, too caught up in the sight of his dead girlfriend.
We're all silent. We have no idea what this is or what it's meant to do. I'm sure Marina meant well but I don't think she knew what she was doing either. John's hands glow brighter, as does the ice. A faint pink blush creeps over Sarah's cheeks and then fades. After repeating five times, the cycle stops and the ice stops glowing. John noticed that.
"Do you think it can heal her?" He asks, his voice hoarse and quiet.
No-one replies. We don't want to get our hopes up for no reason.
"The safe house is near West Virginia," Nine says, trying to distract us from our confusion, "When we're ready we can go there and destroy them."
There's another silence, broken by John crying. The ice glows again and then it goes completely opaque. We all turn to the sleeping Marina. What has she done?
