Chapter 10 YAY! This is going okay I spose, I hope I haven't made anyone kill themselves because my story is so awful...

This chapter only has two POVs because I wanted to try and make them longer, hope you enjoy! (btw, I'm very sorry for making Ella evil, it's just what I think will happen)

Ella

I hate her. I hate the fact that she never even tried to save me. I hate the way that her big brown make me feel bad for hurting her. But most of all, I hate hearing her screams. Unfortunately, there is no way to get away from them.

Why did they have to capture her? The one who used to be my big sister, the one who I was closest to. Anyone else and I wouldn't feel like it was my fault that they are killing her slowly, torturing her for information as they do it. Every time Five comes upstairs, blood on his hands from what he has done, my stomach feels empty and waves of self hatred wash over me. It's ironic really, that they gave him the job of 'personal tormentor', what's even more sickening is the fact that he seems to enjoy it. I might have joined the Mogs, but I didn't kill one of my own race, and I would never torture one for information. I have not been to see her since the first day, when my anger was still fresh and white-hot. I don't want to see what kinds of horror they have inflicted on her. I don't think, that even after everything, I could take it. I'm too weak.

But if I am going to become a Magadorian leader, I must be strong.

"The cell is modified to take her legacies and sap her strength. She will have no powers and there is no way to escape. The lock on the door is impenetrable, the only way to open it is with a key that only works if held by a Magadorian."

"Very impressive, but what if another Loric comes to rescue her, appearing in her cell with a weapon that will break any kind of lock?"

"Sorry, sir. What I meant to say, is that anything Loric inside of the cell will be deactivated. I suppose you could call it 'loric proof'. There will also be a guard outside the cell at all times, to insure that nothing gets out of, or into the cell"

Setrakus nods his head, pleased. The nervous Mog looks relieved, he had obviously put a lot of work and thought into this, if it didn't work or meet the high standards, I'm sure it would cause humiliation and maybe a lost job. I'm talking like I care.

"Number Five has been taking a serum that allows his legacies to work, he has also been using Magadorian objects, which aren't deactivated by the cell."

"Well done. You may go now."

"Yes, thank you." The Mog scurries from the room. He must be a trueborn, vatborns would never be that nervous or scared, because they are made for fighting, not inventing.

I rise to my feet, giving Setrakus a questioning look. He motions toward the door, giving me permission to leave.

I walk slowly through the twisting corridors, making my way back to my room, as I walk, I run my fingers along the cold stone walls, wiping them on my dress when they get too slimy. I turn the corner and almost bump into someone. Damn this place is full of Mogs. My gaze drops to the floor and I raise it slowly, taking in the scarred legs, the rough, bloodied and tanned hands, this is no Mog.

"Ella"

"Five"

"What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing." I am determined to hold my ground against him.

"I just finished downstairs" I know well enough what that means, but I must act like I have interest, so I ask him, "What has she told you?" His answer surprises me.

"Nothing! I have tried everything, but she hasn't broken yet. Maybe you could come and help me sometime, I'm sure you would get at least something out of her."
Oh god. I don't want to torture her. The first time it was only anger that was driving me, what can I do? Five's stare bores into me. It's almost a challenge, he doesn't think I can handle it. Neither do I, but I'm not going to tell him that.

"Sure. Tomorrow? Do you have a timetable or something?"

"No, just whenever I feel like it" His sick grin turns my stomach but I plough on.

"Oh yeah, when is that?" I almost guess the answer before it comes out of his mouth.

"Pretty much all the time. Meet me at midnight, tomorrow, and I'll show you what real fun is."

He leaves me with a sour taste in my mouth and a pain in the pit of my tummy.

"Take it Ella, it will enable your legacies" Five hands me the vial of clear liquid "Unless you would rather use more, physical methods?" He asks, smirking. No way. I take the serum and down it in one, grimacing as the oil-like substance passes my lips. The Magadorian guard grunts in assent as we pass him, opening the lock without a word.

If I didn't already feel sick, now the bile rises in my throat and I swallow to keep it down. The cell is dark, the only light coming from the crack in the ceiling, where a thin shaft of moonlight pours through.

"Your back already? It was only a few hours ago that you were down here" The voice jolts me back to reality, a horrible, bloody reality. Her voice is the same, slightly more strained, but still the same voice. Everything else has changed. Cold eyes look at Five with the kind of hate that is icy and horrible, I didn't even know she had it in the furthest depths of her once warm heart. The hot rage towards her rushes up again, consuming all my sense and sanity. Five seems unfazed.

"Yes, and I brought a friend to help"

If possible, Marina's expression hardens even more at the sight of me and she clenches her shackled hands.

"Ella? Really. I didn't think you were that harsh." Her words cut through me like a knife, all guilt I had has rapidly evaporated and I use my telekinesis to hold her against the wall by her neck. (A/N: Star wars! Darth Vader! Anyone?) I feel powerful as I watch her gasp for breath, I revel in her pain. Maybe Five was right, maybe this is real fun. Just before she passes out, I release my hold and she slides down the wall, breathing heavily. Five laughs gleefully and pulls out a Magadorian knife. The blade is long and curved, so sharp that a gentle cut could go through to the bone. Marina groans, but presses her lips together defiantly. "I'll never tell you anything!" She spits at Five.

He just smiles.

It's going to be a long night.

Eight

"Okay, how long do you think you can keep it up for?"

"Not sure, it's weird, all of my energy goes while I'm doing it."

"Kind of like Marina's healing then"

Six and Nine are discussing her new legacy. Elecomun, as Malcolm explained, is the ability to be able to create and control electricity. Pretty cool, and it will be helpful when rescuing Marina.

I'm getting a bit exasperated about that, nobody seems to be doing anything about the situation, they are all distracted by the 'awesome new legacy!' as Nine so excitedly called it.

I stand up and leave the room, no longer being able to stand the bright conversation that I cannot take part in even if I wanted too. I still haven't forgiven Nine for what he said, I will need a proper apology.

John is with Sarah, staring at the macroscm when I walk in.

"Anyone moved?"

"No, Marina's still in the base with Five" I nod my head sadly, knowing that in some ways that is a good thing, that nobody has moved. But I hate to think of Marina in the base full of Mogs, and Five! I can't even begin to describe how much I hate him. I swear, when I see him I will kill him, no mercy. Not after everything he has done.

"When are we gonna start the rescue mission then?" I ask, knowing not everyone is as eager as me to get revenge.

"Not sure. We need a plan, and Six needs to master her legacy"

"Well why doesn't she master it? Why don't we have a plan?" I say, wringing my hands in exasperation. I need Marina. Why can't anyone see that? With the two calmest Garde gone, peace is a thing hard to find at the moment.

"Eight, I know how you feel but this really needs planning. We can't just storm in there, you know that they will be preparing too"
"Yeah" I drop my gaze, slightly embarrassed by my outburst.

"Look, why don't we all get together later and come up with a plan?" John is obviously trying to make me feel better.

"Ok" I suppose it's a start at least.

Just as I leave the room, John and Sarah kiss. It's not long or anything, but it makes my heart ache so much that I go back to the room I share with Nine and slump onto the bed.

I wish Marina was here, she makes everything so much more bearable.

Later, we are all cramped around the kitchen table. It's really too small to take all of us but it is the biggest room we have. I laugh as Nine makes himself comfortable, taking up a very large amount of available space, Sam, who is unfortunately sitting next to him groans.

"Really dude? Your like a flipping giant"
"Just cause your a skinny twig, mate" Six grins from her place on the other side of Nine.

"It's true, no denying it Sam. But I have to bear it too!"

"Yeah, the difference is, your probably enjoying it."

Six flushes slightly and Nine elbows Sam in the ribs.

"Jealous, shrimp?"

Sam doesn't answer. What the hell is going on?

Luckily, the tension is broken and my attention is averted when John starts to plan the rescue mission. Finally.

"So, what's the plan?" Nine claps his hands, Sam scowls.

"We have to plan this through, properly, no Nine approaches." John looks pointedly at a certain someone.

"Yeah, yeah."

Six slaps Nine on the arm.

"Be serious!"

"Sorry"
I wish that they would be serious, this is supposed to be a planning session.

Six leans forward, clasping her hands together, it's like something from one of those American movies.

"We need a diversion, someone to get Marina and someone to get Ella. We need to have a look at this base first as well, we cant just teleport around randomly until we find them."
"Okay, good,"John thinks for a second. "We need Six and someone else to check this place out. Soon"

"I'll go! When, tomorrow?" Six looks surprised at my eagerness but nods.

"Yeah, and I'll use the Xitharis to transfer my invisibility to someone so they can stand guard."

"Ooh, me, please!" Nine jumps up and down like a small child, eager to be useful. Or just to kick butt, you can bet standing guard wont keep him occupied for long. I really hope that he doesn't get us all screwed, but I wouldn't count on it, wouldn't count on him. I'm sceptical but trust Six's judgement, she seems to trust Nine enough.

"I'm hungry!"

Seriously! I can't believe it. The mission planning has stopped abruptly, but in truth I can hear Nine's stomach rumbling very loudly. Sam and Malcolm walk away, deep in conversation. Adam trails behind, looking out of place. I feel sorry for him. Kind of.

John and Sarah go to there room. Those two are, 'sweet' I guess. That's the word to describe them.

"Well, I'll leave you to some Bro time"

Six pulls her hair into a ponytail and puts on a pair of trainers. Ever since we got here Six and Nine have been in the gym almost 24/7. It's so frustrating having nowhere to train. Now going to the gym is the only way to keep fit. I wonder if they even have enough weights for Nine. Or Six for that matter, she and Nine seem to be having a competition of who can get the fittest. No way am I joining in. Cant be bothered to even try and keep up, those two are mad. Wouldn't want to interrupt them anyway.

"Eight?" Nine's voice snaps me back. I wonder what he wants, I'm still mad.

"I need some advice" He says, scratching his neck uncomfortably.

"What?" Nine? Advice?

"Ummm, it's about Six"

I cough and spin to face him.

"NINE!"

"What?" He grins "You got Marina!" Aughhhhhh, I really don't want to be having this coversation, with Nine of all people!
"Pleeeeease can you ask John, he's a ladies man. Please!"

"No way, he will tease me so much. You have no idea."

I smirk, so he doesn't want me to tell anyone? This could be fun.

"Well, there might be a problem with that" I tease, smirking at him

He groans, "Can you just ask her if she likes me?"

"I might need payment."

"Fine. What do you want?"

Oh, what do I want? Well...

"I want...

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