Ok. I apologise already for what I have done to Ella in this chapter. It might seem horrible, but after all the nightmares this is what I would imagine will happen. Also thanks to Epicloric24 and Mysteryfanaticno1 for reviewing on every single chapter :) Thanxx guys!
Marina
My whole body kills, my arms and legs ache, and my head feels like somebody is hitting it constantly with a large pick axe. I am in a cell, as I suspected. The Mogs knocked me out before taking me to wherever I am now. My fists clench at the memory of the battle, how was I to know that they would all come for me? Take the healer, then when you injure the others, they can't heal. It's actually quite smart when you think about it. Guess they also wanted the weakest, as they already have Ella. I can see their plan, to pick us off, one by one. Fury builds inside of me and I sit up, the world spinning around me.
I will kill Five, I long to claw his other eye out, hear his piercing shriek of pain, like music to my ears. Break every bone in his body, slowly, try to drag out the torture for as long as possible.
I have no doubt that that is what they will do to me.
My stomach churns as I remember Six telling us all the horrible things that they did to Katarina, that they tried to do to Six, but they couldn't because the charm was protecting her. But... as the charm is broken, there is nothing to stop them killing me slowly and painfully. I just hope that I will either be able to escape, or be rescued before they can murder me. The latter is less likely, as they seem to have a Loric-proof cell or something. My telekenesis does not work, and however hard I try to heal them, the purple bruises on my arms are just as pronounced as ever.
Damn.
Carefully, I drag myself over the the door of my cell, trying to adjust my eyes to the painfully dim light. The lock is intricate, the wrought metal twisted together in impossibly complicated ways. I try to pull the lock open, using up my supply of diminishing energy. But it's a futile attempt, my bony arms not really working, I have always been weak, but now I feel drained, like my energy is being sapped from me. Maybe it is, who knows what kind of crazy technology they have in here. Wherever here is.
Soon enough, gentle footsteps break the silence, pattering down the stairs like raindrops. No way is that a Mogadorian. I shuffle away from the door, shrinking back into the darkness away from whatever danger may seek me.
But it's not danger.
My heart lifts and I leap to my feet, happiness overwhelming me.
"Ella! Oh my god, I'm so happy to see you! What happened? Five is a traitor. A traitor Ella! He tried to kill Nine but ended up killing Eight. Then we met back up with the others, and the Mogs came, there was a massive battle and they knocked me out and oh Ella I can't beleive your okay!"
Relief flood me at the sight of her, she appears unharmed.
I stop rambling when I catch sight of her expression. There is a small amount of pain behind her eyes, a small amount of regret. But most of all there is anger, red hot and furious. Her small mouth is twisted into a grimace and her eybrows are pointed over her once forgiving eyes. Why is she angry? Isn't she glad to see me.
"Yeah, I'm sure your so happy that I'm 'okay'" She cries, flinging her hands out towards me. The force of her telekenesis send me flying into the wall, and I hit it with a crunch. But I can't feel the pain, everything is numbed by my horror. I stare at dibeleif at Ella, as I slide down the wall and sit on the floor.
With one more furious glare, she sweeps away, back up the stairs. That's when I notice that she is wearing a dress, one that I have never seen her wear before. Is that Mog clothing?
My question is forgotten as the pain becomes known to me. I writhe on the ground, gritting my teeth to stop myself from crying out. I think my back is broken, but I can't tell, and to be honest I don't care. I just want it to stop! Typical that when I am the one who's injured, I cant even heal myself. Tears spring to my eyes, though from pain, confusion, hate or self pity I'm not sure. Probably all of them.
Thankfully, after a while, my wish comes true and I fall into a deep sleep.
Nine
Damn. New Mexico is hot! I've kinda forgetten what it's like to sweat properly, we havn't trained hard for ages. I could really do with some fighting round about know, but judging by everyone's flushed faces, they don't feel the same. Shame.
"Jeesus christ! I'm burning up already!" I say, deciding to share with the others.
"I lived in India for nearly all my life, this isn't so bad" Eight says, a thoughtful look on his face. Probably reminiscing about all the great times he had with his cepan. I used to do that a bit after Sandor died. But i'm over it now.
Or I like to think so.
I swing my arms round, stretching from being all cramped up on the tiny seats of the plane. Six grimaces, wafting her hand in front of her nose.
"Nine, you stink. As soon as we get to a hotel you need a shower." I know what she means, but I enjoy annoying people. I guess it's just one of my lovable personality traits. Along with sarcasm and a mad craze for violence. What can I say. I'm perfect!
We check into the flashiest hotel I can find. And although it's not the penthouse, it's big enough for everyone with a few spare rooms. Everyone wants to think optimistically about rescuing the others. I hate to be a killjoy but the chances of getting in, and out of the base unharmed are not likely. At least there will be some fighting! I can't wait to get my hands on some ugly Mogs, killing them is like therapy for me.
I've forgotten what a real bed feels like to sleep in, slumped in the puffy white sheets with my head on the feather pillow feels like heaven. But I don't fall asleep, I can't. Partly because I slept on the plane and partly because I'm thinking. Thinking! Johnny would be so proud! But it's true. Not so much thinking but fantasizing, mostly about how I am gonna beat the shit out of Five and Setrakus Ra. I remember Marina telling me I was good at strategizing when her and Eight got back from their date in Chicago, It's probably just my thirst for the enemies blood that makes me so good. That and having been training properly ever since I got my first legacy. When Sandor first showed me the equipment in the Lecture Hall I had been as excited as a little kid; well I was. Then as I grew up, I got better and better. By the time I was nine, I could easily beat Sandor. I enjoyed using my legacies to confuse him, flying up the walls, causing all kinds of mischief. It was fun, the only kind of fun an alien on the run from an evil race of bastards gets.
Unfortunately, my peace doesn't last long. Six comes barging into my room, holding my chest.
"Seriously! Bed already? Anyway, here's your chest." I grunt loudly and sit up, pissed off at her for disturbing me.
"I know how you could get me to bed" I say, grinning cheekily. To her credit, she doesn't bat an eyelid, just says
"Doesn't look like you need help."
"Awww, your no fun!" I pout
"Nine"
"Yeah!" I say eagerly, hoping that she will say something that I can take the piss out of later.
"Take a shower"
"Oh"
John
I wake to the sight of clean sheets and a blonde head poking out from under them. Sarah shifts and wakes up, rubbing her eyes. Her eyes are blurry and her hair is messy from sleeping for too long.
"Morning gorgeous"
She sighs, stretching her arms out and yawning.
"What time is it?"
"Just after eight"
Ironically, like he heard his name or something, Eight teleports into the room.
"Breakfast!" He cries, and before I can moan, he is gone. Me and Sarah both burst out laughing.
"What a welcome" she giggles, but gets out of bed and puts on a jumper anyway.
"Guess we should go, otherwise there will be none left! You aliens have massive appetites."
"Fine" I roll out of bed, pulling on a shirt. Eggs and bacon does sound pretty good...
The atmosphere is slightly tense, everyone's laughs not quite genuine and conversation a bit forced. Eight doesn't even say anything, just picks at his food, smiling occasionally at a good joke. Nine and Six argue jokingly in the corner, something about who could win in a fight. Of course. That's all they ever think about.
"Who wants to train?" Nine asks, his eyes bright with the concept of 'kicking ass'. That boy really does love a workout. Eight groans, but drags himself to his feet, and to my surprise Sarah leaps up, almost as excited as Nine.
"I need to work on my shooting!" She exclaims. Nine grins, then looks at me
"Come on Johnny, even your girlfriend more badass than you!" he teases. I leap to my feet, eager to try (and probably fail) to win against him. Then it dawns on me, we are in a hotel.
"Um, where? Not the gym downstairs!" He sighs and shakes his head, smirking.
"You'll see"
"Are you high? Insane? Joking? Anything would be better than serious!" I shout, trying to make my voice heard over the furious winds. Nine laughs in delight, flexing his muscles.
"We'll be seen!" Eight is also looking horrified, his expression masked by his curls that are whipping in his face. Sarah and Six have already gone back downstairs, Sarah knowing that there is no way she will be able to shoot in this weather, and Six not bothered to listen to our argument s about whether it's a good idea to train up here or not. Nine just shakes his head. Can't he see that there are other buildings around here. Humans aren't that blind. We are on the roof, and although the buiding might be the tallest for a while around, it's a hotel, not a private house!
"John's right, we can't train up here" Says Eight, turning to go back downstairs. But Nine catches his arm, not being deterred that easily.
"Hey, you wanna save your girlfriend? It's not gonna happen if all you do is sit around and eat pizza!" Oh dear. Eight's expression turns stormy and I know that Nine has pushed it too far, as usual. To my surprise, Eight doesn't lash out at Nine, just says, in a tight voice.
"Lay. Off. Nine"
"No. Why should I?" Jeesus christ, he's acting like a two year old. Eight loses it and teleports behind Nine, punching him in the back of the head. Nine turns, as quick as lightning, and slams his elbow into Eights gut. He groans in pain, and just as they are about to get into a proper fight, and I am going to try and stop them, we hear a shriek from downstairs.
Six is unconscious, lying on the sofa with her eyes closed. There is no noticable damage or injury and when we asked Sarah, all she could say was that all of the lights burst and Six collapsed. Sam is sitting with her now, a strange look on his face as he studies her closely. I feel sorry for Sam, ever since Five's betrayal and Ella being kidnapped, Six hasn't really been talking to him much. That and her and Nine's flirting are really getting him down in the dumps. But I hope that they will sort things out, even if it doesn't turn out the way Sam would like. Suddenly Six groans and sits up.
"Six!" Sam cries, with in seconds, everyone is by the sofa. Even Nine, who is looking unusually concerned.
"Ouch" Six complains, as Nine hugs her. She grimaces and says "Can I have a glass of water?"
She drinks heavily, then puts the cup down stretches her hands up. A blinding burst of light shoots from her hands, sizzling and making a large black mark on the ceiling.
"Awesome!" Shouts Nine, grinning down at Six, who cracks her knuckles. "I think, sweetheart, that you just got an awesome new legacy!"
Six's new legacy is called Electokinesis btw, it is the legacy that enables you to control and generate electricity (wow, I bet you hadn't guessed!) I updated the picture too. Hope you like it :D
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