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FOUR

I am arguing with Henri when she speaks to me.

I glare at my Cepan. We've been arguing for ages. He doesn't understand what it is like for me. I'm the one who will be hunted if the mogs get their hands on Three. Henri doesn't understand that. I storm off to my room, but Henri follows me down the hall, wedging his foot in the frame before I can slam the door. I walk over to my bed and jump on it, landing on my back. I turn over to my side so I'm not looking at him, instead facing the blank blue wall.

"Four…" Henri begins, and I can sense a lecture coming on. Don't get me wrong, I love Henri, he's like a father to me, but we also just get on each other's nerves sometimes. He trails off, knowing I'm not listening.

Four?

I jump almost a foot off my bed and fall off the side. Henri stops at the door and stares at me in confusion. I'm about to shake it off, accept that it was my imagination.

Four? Are you number Four?

Definitely not imagined. I identify the voice as feminine, a girl's voice. She only sounds like a teenager. Henri looks at me, concerned. I feel the blood drain out of my face, and my stomach starts churning. What's going on?

"Can't you hear her?" I ask.

My Cepan looks at me, confused.

"Who? I can't hear anything, Four."

I look up, panicking.

"That girl, she, she asked me if I was Four." Instead of freaking out like I expected him to, he looks surprised.

"It could be another Garde, some of them have the ability of telepathy. You should answer her."

I nod, still feeling nervous, and reply in my mind.

Yes. Who are you?

Hi, I'm number Seven.

I instantly relax.

Henri looks at me questioningly.

"Number Seven."

He smiles at that.

"I remember her, small kid, shy."

I continue the conversation with her, and when she's gone, I feel slightly empty.

"So?" Henri inquires, "What did she say?"

I take a deep breath, trying to absorb everything she said.

"The charm is broken, she's in Quebec City with Number Nine. I told her where we are."

He beams, looking truly delighted.

"I remember their Cepans, Adel and Sandor, good people, they wouldn't have let them go astray."

I nod, glad to know anything about the others.

"We're going to meet them right? We know where they are, we need to meet up with them. The charm is broken anyway."

"Give me three weeks, and we'll go meet them, how's that sound?"

I nod in agreement.

As the next few weeks pass I am almost bursting with excitement. I can't wait to meet the other Garde. According to Henri, Seven was a pretty, shy girl maybe a year older than me. Nine was the exact opposite, wild and fervent when it came to causing chaos.

They have probably changed though, years of being on the run saw to that. I tell my friends at school that I am leaving because my 'dad' has a promising job opportunity. I don't tell them we're going to Canada though. I'm invited to a beach party, which will be fun, but we're leaving only a few days after and I can barely contain my excitement. Though I am excited to meet them, I can't help but be worried as well. What if they don't like me? I don't have any legacies yet, they might see me as weak. I try to squash my fears, but they always manage to wriggle out and plague me while I lie in bed at night.

The night of the beach party rolls around, but I decline the invitation to stay home and help Henri.

He's clearing the internet of any sign of me. Any photo or small mention of me is instantly obliterated.

I'm just carrying Henri a mug of coffee when I feel it.

A slight tingling. I don't even have time to contemplate it before the familiar pain of a scar appears. I stifle my shocked scream and crumple to the floor, clutching my ankle.

"Henri!" I shout. My voice sounds strangled, pained. My Cepan runs in and sees the scar, still burning, and runs to my side as the pain begins to recede. Henri gingerly turns my ankle to inspect the mark. His forehead creases.

"Three." He says in answer to my questioning gaze.

I grimace, knowing that another Garde is now dead.

Henri frowns.

"Pack your things."

"What?"

"We're leaving tomorrow, this is more urgent than I thought it would be. We need to meet up as soon as possible. The sooner the better, you'll be safer with Seven and Nine."

I run upstairs and begin frantically loading my bag.

MARINA

Nine and I are lounging around at home, something we are actually allowed to do now. Our Cepans abolished the schedule, as long as we train 4 hours a day, and we still take our lessons as well. I now know how to hotwire a car, and Sandor is teaching me how to fix them now. Nine can stumble through a few lines of Loric with minimal mistakes, and I help him practise when I have nothing else to do.

We have a new tradition of stealing each other's' breakfast.

This comes about one morning when Nine steals my glass of orange juice. I snagged his bacon in retaliation, and since then we have done it almost every morning. I have also taken to making him a morning coffee. I have his preference memorized, and its second nature for me now.

I am giddy with excitement to meet Number Four. I wonder what he is like. Nine is just happy to have another person join us.

We are lounging around the TV, not really doing anything while we wait for our Cepans, when it hits us.

I cry out in pain and wrap my hands around my ankle, whimpering. Nine's face is contorted in pain, but he doesn't make a sound.

Upon hearing my cry, the Cepans run into the room and see our glowing ankles. Their expressions turn sombre and they rush over to us. The pain fades, but the horrible gut-wrenching feeling in my gut does not. Another one of us is gone forever. There is one less of us to fight against the creatures that took our home. It takes a few minutes for me to calm down.

A horrible thought occurs to me.

What if it was number Four that died? The charm is broken so it could easily be him. I begin to panic all over again, and when I voice this worry to the others they look just as anxious.

I try my telepathic link with him.

Four?

Hey, Marina, you got the scar too huh?

Yeah, I was worried it was you. I give the others a relieved smile, and they all relax.

Don't worry, I'm fine, Henri and I are leaving tomorrow though, instead of in a week.

Okay, we'll meet you guys at the airport.

I'll see you there.

I sever the link and sit back, dizzy with relief. It wasn't Four, he's safe. I pull my right leg up to my chest and inspect the mark.

It's the Loric symbol for the number three. Nine seems to have come to the same conclusion, and frowns sadly.

I pick myself up and walk over to him. I take his hand and give it a comforting squeeze.

"Hey, it's gonna be fine. We'll meet up with Four and find all the others."

He nods, and squeezes my hand in return, smiling at me.

"Yeah, thanks Mar."

I nod and let go of his hand, then limp into the study, where Sandor has set up a system of computers. I hack into the airport website (something Sandor taught me to do.) and check all of the incoming planes from Florida. I find them, boarding under the aliases Daniel and Henri Jones, and check to find when their plane gets in.

Sandor and Adelina enter and look at me in surprise. I tell them that they're coming earlier, and when the plane gets in.

I can hardly sleep that night for anticipation.

Don't worry, I think, you and your Cepan will be with Nine and I soon.

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