okay. Here was an interesting pm request. The torture from their perspective. I won't be too graphic, but this will also make a good paper for my creative writing class! If anyone else likes the idea let me know, and maybe I'll post it instead if just sending it to the requester!

well here's chapter 10,

Marina

He was there. He was with me. We were all finally together. Eights hand found mine as we drove from the woods on to wherever Malcolm thought would be safe enough to stop.

I lookedup at him, smiling like an idiot. He looked at me, smiling the same way.

"I thought you were dead." I whispered to him, as Sarah and John spoke softly from the trunk behind us.

"I was, Mar. Huge scar on my chest to prove it." He let out a nervous laugh as he said that. I made a vie to myself that oneday I would touch that scar. And kiss it with all my love and care. I would feel that scar, and remind myself that I would never let him die again.

"You saw Five?" I asked after a few seconds. I needed to talk to Ella too, I just didn't know what I was supposed to say to her. It was hard.

"Yeah. I think, that maybe his mind may be changing about what he decided to do." Eight tried, making him sound like the good guy.

"Well you can't go back from betraying your friends." I know I said it bitterly, but I knew I would never forgive Five.

"Yeah... Well we will talk more when everybody is present. Okay?" I wanted to pritest, but decided against it.

"So Ella, how are you?" He leaned over me to look at her. She smiled slightly, too small.

"Eight! Ive been with you for days!" She said still laughing.

"But Marina hasn't seen you." He reasoned, pointing to me. I nodded fervently, agreeing with his point.

"I'm good. Glad to be back. John said that when we are all eating tonight or whenever, I should tellingly about what happened and such."

"That John. What a thinker." Eight jokes with her, throwing his arm around my shoulder. After waiting a pause I rested my head on his shoulder. He readjusted, making it much more comfortable.

i don't know how long we were driving for, but we did stop, at some point. Malcolm pulled down a dirt road, and the car bounced to a stop.

"Furnished, so I bet they won't mind if we rest our heads here for a while." We all slowly got out if the car, then went to the trink. Sam, Six, and Nine were still out cold, and we had to help John carry them in.

The house was amazing. But there were only four rooms. Malcolm said we were figure out sleeping arrangements when we ate.

He then left to go buy food. The house had a nice backyard, and we were going to use it to train, I hoped.

We carried our friends upstairs, and put them each in a separate room. John seemed hesitant about leaving them all alone, but we had to sit down, and make a plan.

Malcolm came back twenty minutes later. We put the broccoli he bought and steamed it, put the chicken in the oven to bake (after I seasoned it) and the Kraft Mac and cheese in a pot to begin cooking.

Then we sat Around the table, and John began to speak.

"Okay. Things are looking kind of grim right now." His eyes were downcast as he spoke, he wasn't breathing confidence like he usually was. " They are all going to wake up, really afraid, and I... I don't know how we can help them. Six's mouth is still swollen, and Nines heart is beating in a unusual way. But we will work that out when we get there. First things first-"

"John?" Ella inturupted him. "Can we wait until they are awake to have this meeting? What if they wake up afraid and we aren't there?" He looked relieved running hua hand through his too shaggy hair.

"I'll be upstairs with either Six or Sam." He pushed away from the table and briskly walked away. Sarah closed her eyes for a second, then quikly followed him.

We all slowly dispersed fr the table Ella ran up to go sit with Nine. Eight and I sat on the couch together, and talked about anything that wasn't important.

But I did have a question for John. So I pushed up from Eights shoulder, and quietly walks up the stairs, towards the room I knew Six was in.

But I didn't make it that far, because sitting on the floor outside of Nine's room were John and Sarah. I immediately knew I was intruding.

Sarah had her arm around John, holding him very close to her, he was sobbing, and small years fell from her cheeks. She looked up at my alarmed face and smiled gently, I didn't know what to do, so I ran back downstairs.

I had never seen John cry before this point, I was ashamed if myself and others that we were pushing him so hard toward his breaking point, and nine if us bothered to help him.

Eight looked up at me with questioning eyes, I just shook my head, not wanting to explain. Thankfully he understood, opening his arms to me, so that I could lay in then, and finally feel protected.

John

It was in my best intentions to go in and sit with Sam. But I didn't make it that far. Sarah honestly knows me better then I know myself, because she followed me right up those stairs.

"John." I turned to look at her, standing at the front if the hallway. Her head cocked sideways just a little bit, and one hand around the other arms elbow. I lost it right there.

Just like she knew I would. She went right up to me, and pulled mw to the ground in front if the first door, Nines room. She held me while I cried, comforting me in ways that only she could do.

I heard Marina come up, but just couldn't stop myself.

"John?" Sarah waited until Marina was gone to talk to me. "Babe, what's up?"

"How did I let this happen?" Everything was falling apart.

"What? John? You didn't let anything happen! Everything that went wrong was completely out of your control! You can't blame yourself for everything that goes wrong. This wasn't you."

"Sarah, we almost list three of our own today. I almost lost my three best friends. And all I could do while they were being torutred was sit around and listen to their screams." The memories were killing me.

"Please, don't do that to yourself." I felt her tears on my head, and that broke me too. I looked up at her, she wiped a stray tear away. "It's going to be okay." She comforted me. I leaned forward, and we began to kiss. I pulled her up onto my lap, and she giggled. We were very good at making out in the weirdest of times.

But it was all cut short when I heard the coughing. Sarah jumped up and bolted into Nines room, where he was shoving Ella aside shouting about how they wouldn't hurt Six.

"Nine. Nine! It's John your here. Your safe, your home." I repeated those words next to his bed, until he stopped struggling.

"John?" He looked up at me, the fear disappearing from his eyes. I nodded. "What happened?"

"We got you out." It was all I could afford to say, but he nodded grimly, letting me know that was all he needed. Sarah was rubbing my back, when Nine looked up with wide eyes.

"Sam? And Six?" What was he asking?

"they are next door." I explained relieving him.

"Will they be okay?" He was worried, which was worrying me. I nodded, not wanting to worry him even more. He scanned the room, his eyes settling on Ella who was standing in the corner by the door.

"Ella?" She was chewing her cheek, looking at me nervously. "Are you okay?" Her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Yes. I'm fine." She was unsure of what to say, so was he. He pushed himself up to a sitting position.

"I'm starved." He stated lamely, looking around.

"How's your breathing?" Sarah asked, playing nurse while Marina caught up with Eight. He took a deep breath, trying to prove he was fine, but ended up choking and coughing, sending Sarah to his aide to try and help.

Then we heard the cries from next room over, and Sarah didn't have time to grab Nine before he bolted into Six's room. I was right behind him.

When I got in there, he already had her in his arms, rubbing her shoulders while her cries shook her. I stood at the door, speechless.

"Six?" She looked up slowly, and I could tell Marina's healing didn't work as well as it should have. It seemed like all our legacies were really off, abd although Ella told me it was the air in the cave, Marina was never in the cave, but things were off with her too.

She squeezed her eyes shut, then reopened them, opened her mouth, then closed it and shook her head. Nine looked up at me.

"Her mouth, she can't talk." I nodded, and didn't know what to do next. But Sarah knew what to do. She ran down stairs, and came back with Marina.

"We need you to try and heal her. But you need to understand that it may not work." Thankfully Marina didn't question it, and walked over to Six immediatel. Eight came up too, and was standing in the open door way.

Marina's hands went to the bottom of Six's jaw, and she closed her eyes. We waited, silently. Marina pulled her hands away and looked back at me. She put her hands on Six's cheek now, and still nothing.

"What's going on?" She questioned me, but Ella was the one who answered.

"It'll wear off, but it will take... Good time." She was trying too hard to phrase her words right.

"What is it?" I know Marina didn't mean to snap at her, but she was frustrated that she couldn't help.

"A... I guess poison... That will effect legacies. They injected me with the antidote." She gave the last part away with a bit more reserve.

"The goal is to find something that will permanently render our legacies useless." Eight finished for her, looking around at our shocked expressions. " But this wont do it." He added. "Because there is an antidote." He explained more. I got it. There is no antidote for permanence.

Then Sarah walked back in, I didn't even notice she left, carrying a bag if ice. She silently walked up to Six, and held it on her jaw. Six moved her hand up to hold it, and nodded and thanks. Nine readjusted her on his lap to make it so that she wouldn't have to hold it. The back rested on Nines chest, in contact with the right side if her face.

Sarah slipped out again, so I followed her, as she walked into Sam's room, she sat against the wall. I went right down next to her.

"He's sleeping." She informed me, as if I couldn't tell by looking at him.

"Yes?" I don't know why she felt the need to state that fact.

"I don't know. He's just sleeping." She repeated resting her head on my shoulder. I didn't have anything else to say, so when she fell asleep i picked her up, and carried her to the last open room, thankfully no one was in it, and laid her on the bed, pulling the door shut behind me. I wandered into Six's room, where she had a new package if ice on the left side of her face, still in Nines arms, though he was asleep behind her.

She lifted her hand and waved me over to her. I went obediently, and squared down next to the bed.

"You okay?" I asked her, in a quiet whisper. She chewed her lip, and looked at me long and hard.

"No..." She croaked it out. Her mouth moved awkwardly, even though the swelling went down a lot, but her throat was raw from the acid. It hurt me, just listening to her.

"That was a stupid question. What hurts most? How can I help?"

"Well my mouth..." She half laughed, the raspy words piercing me. "And my stomach..." She was taking long breaths at the end of every sentence. "And my head... It's throbbing... But that's all..." I nodded, not knowing what else to do.

"The ice is helping some?" She nodded, I copied the motion. She opened her mouth, getting ready to talk, but ended up coughing instead. She brought her elbow to her mouth while she choked on air, and when she was done, her elbow was covered in blood.

The fear in her eyes cut through me like a knife, and I was left speechless at how we were going to help her when our healer was broken as well.

Okay, so I torture Six a lot. I will choose a new victim soon. Probably. Well I hope you liked it, it was fun to write, as they always are. Review please, suggest as well!

Love~

Bea