Author's Note: Hey guys, thanks for the reviews – sorry about Eight (got a bit carried away with his POV – Nine's POV has been rubbing off on meJ) here is Chapter 10! And as requested from The Robot Reader... Adam POV!

Adam POV

To be honest I'm very nervous in meeting the rest of the Garde. Four, he's a nice guy; real leadership material, and that's all I know about him. I'm pretty much all round nervous when it comes to Loric – due to my race destroying their planet and trying to kill them, but it all changed for a bit when I meet One. She was, well, beautiful, funny, mocking, actually come to think of it, she teased me a lot; but I guess it paid off and got me outta trouble.

Four just made a Macrocosm call; I think that's what it's called, to Nine, Seven and Six. Seven, I think they call her Marina, sounds nice, but it is covered up by anger, hmm. Six doesn't sound too bad, maybe she is also a leader like Four, maybe. And Nine, well, he's sounds very cocky and, not to be rude, but a little stupid. And apparently he's the strongest, so I better get onto his good side – if he has one.

Stop daydreaming about the Garde Adam, Socialise! One would probably say in my head. I twitch nervously at the thought of her. The truth is I miss her, A LOT. Her smile, her laugh, even the way she teased and mocked me. But she's gone now; I'll never get her back...

We're in a cheap SUV on our way to Lafayette or something. I'm sitting next to Sam; next to him is Four, Sarah sits in the passenger seat, while Malcolm drives; the Chimæra lie pretty much everywhere.

"So, um, what was um, Eight like?" I ask.

Four looks a bit shocked so does Sam; I guess it's a sensitive topic, but I am curious.

"Um, well, he was funny, he made everybody laugh... he was a genuinely nice person..." Four says, staring at the car floor. I can tell he's still trying to get over the fact that his friend is dead. There's a long pause.

"What Legacies did he have?" I question, tapping the window softly.

"Um, they were pretty amazing, probably the coolest ever; he could teleport and shape-shift, and... walk on water and he was a Precog like me" he finishes and smirks towards my reaction of pure awe and bewilderment. How did he die? I question myself.

The car ride feels a little less awkward, but I can tell my presence won't help for what is about to come.

Marina/Seven POV

After our little chat with John and the others, Nine starts going on about... actually I wasn't listening so I don't know. The car ride is less depressing now that we have officially talked about Eight. His name still sends chills down my back; at least it's better than before – before I use to break into tears when someone mentioned his name or whenever I thought about him. It's going to take some time.

"Radio, anyone?" Nine asks, for about the twelfth time in the last 15 minutes. Six glares at him; it's funny sometimes watching these to go at it.

"Nine for the 12th frickin time, NO!" she says angrily but with a little smirk forming at the edges of her lips.

"Oh come on Sweetheart! Music is always better, I can show you my moves!" he replies, bobbing his head up and down – other drivers giving us weird looks.

"Nine stop it other people are seeing this!" I say smiling in the process. I decide it's no use trying to stop Nine from looking like an idiot, so I sit back, and close my eyes slightly.

Nine said we're about half an hour away from Lafayette, or whatever it's called. I'm really desperate to see Ella; I feel responsible for her, kind of like an older sister would. Nine is probably eager to kill Mogs, no surprise there, Six probably wants to see John and Sam – I'm really confused about what's going on with them... John is with Sarah, but also loves Six, Six likes John but also Sam, and Sam likes Six. I swear, if Nine ever tries to get in with that I'm going to lose it.

The thought of "love" and what not brings me back to Eight. Eight... why did you have to die? I never even had the chance to tell you how I felt, I... I'm sorry. It's the ugly truth. I am sorry; sorry for not getting to him in time to save him – even with my Legacy of Super Speed, it failed me! I lost Eight and got this stupid ice Legacy in return; I would trade anything to get him back.

Even though I've physically recovered, emotionally and mentally, well... I'm a wreck. I dream every night about the incident but I never get to the part where I fail him, when I lose him. It's hard enough seeing someone you love getting hurt, but feeling helpless and not being able to do anything about it, well, that's the real fear.

I wake up to Six shaking me,

"Marina wake up, we're here" she says while shaking me. I'm tired, really tired. I groggily jump out of the car; the warm afternoon breeze hits my face, and the greeting of a crunch of dry leaves beneath my feet. Lafayette.

"Guys!" I hear someone shout; I instantly turn around in a fighting stance, the ground under me freezes quickly, creating a mini frost circle around me, the temperature drops and I look in the direction of the shout. I make out a few figures, and then I see John sprinting towards us. It's them! It's really them. I joyfully think; the temperature returns back to normal and I run towards the others, Six and Nine at my heels.

Finally we're together again.

Five/Emily POV

Places I would rather be; the cold, the hot, a beach, the snow, a city, a town, anywhere but here... I really hate the rainforest. It's disgusting, wet and hot at the same time, bugs, lots of bugs and the humidity is pretty much killing me. If there is a Legacy of resistance to humidity I call shotgun!

Eight is apparently use to similar conditions due to him living in India for most of his time on-the-run. Whenever I complain, he would laugh a bit then say something like, 'Oh come on Em, you can charge into battle, but can't stand the humidity for a bit?" well 'a bit' has turned into 3 frickin hours!

I clear my thoughts as we climb into a small clearing, a small stream from the river separates into a little pond of water, and the rock ledge juts out giving us the perfect uncover area.

"We're camping here" I blurt out way to fast. Eight grins for a second then teleports in the air and dives into the pond of water, splashing me, I'm literally soaked, I'm going to kill him.

"Eight!" I say angrily in annoyance, he just laughs at my expression. He teleports out and dries out his clothes, hanging them on a nearby branch. I walk over to the pond and start washing my face, getting all the dirt, sweat and 'yuck' off me, before washing my shirt and hanging it next to Eight's.

He moves the dead chick over to me in the sitting area we made.

"Ok, you have to try at least" he says placing her close to me. We were debating before on how I can bring back the dead; we found a book inside my chest that lists all of them, or all the ones that were currently known. This Legacy is called Nekroscus (Ne-cro-sus), it has quote; "the ability to bring any being back from the dead" the picture next to the description has it's 'symbol', a ball coloured white with three curved lines of black surrounding it. interesting...

"OK, but don't blame me if something else happens – like I turn her into a zombie" I say jokingly. Eight looks at me confused.

"you can do that?" he asks

"I don't know, but it'll be pretty cool if I can control them, right?" I answer. He nods slightly, a smirk forming.

"Just hurry up already" he says. He's excited; who wouldn't be, she's supposedly the famous Number One. Who wouldn't want to meet the first of the Garde?

I place my hands above her chest; I touch her shoulders, and do the exact same procedure as I did with Eight. A few moments go past before, I hear a thump. A white light dimly shine through her eyes and mouth, her Loric symbol shines brightly, rotating almost...

"Whoa" Eight murmurs as we watch the amazing spectacle of a resurrection. This 'light show' lasts about 3 minutes before it fades leaving the same dead-looking girl.

"Well that went well" I say sarcasm dripping off every word. Eight looks disappointingly at the girl's body. He's still shirtless...

"Try again" he says. I'm about to protest then a warm looking colour starts to return to the girl's skin, it fills her entire body, making her seem sleep, she starts to breathe shallowly.

Hell yeah, one less Garde dead! I'm so awesome! I mentally congratulate myself for a few seconds before the girls eyes flutter open. They're the greatest mix of blue. She's very pretty, and I mean very pretty – it makes me feel quite self-conscience of myself and my appearance, Eight looks at her amazed and then looks at me and squeezes my shoulder with a smiling approval.

"Holy sh*t" I mutter in awe.

"Owwww" she says rubbing her head, she looks about the same age as me, a tiny bit shorter than Eight when she stands.

"Who are you?" she asks, as Eight and I help her keep her balance. Eight and I exchange grins,

"We are the Garde" he says, putting his hand out to shake. "Welcome back from the dead, Number One"

One POV

I really hate being dead. I guess anyone would. It's like an eternal void of nothingness and darkness. You don't breathe, sleep, eat or... actually you're dead so you can't do anything. I'm about to mentally continue my thoughts, and then a blinding light hits my face. I close my eyes but the white light just seeps through; it doesn't hurt, it's just really surprising, because well, this place is an eternal void of nothing and blackness, so go figure.

My eyes flutter open, my vision blurs a bit first but then comes to focus on two figures, one a boy, one a girl. I hear the girl say something like holy sh*t, must be surprised I'm awake and alive.

"Owwww" I say rubbing my head, I try to get up but lose balance, and I'm instantly greeted by the support from the boy and girl. I take a good look at them; the girl, she's pretty, long blond hair like me, but with brown streaks towards the ends, ivory toned skin and brown eyes, she looks athletic and is a bit shorter than the boy. The boy, he's shirtless great first impression, and he is well, hot... he has a similar tan to mine and has black curly hair, he's muscular and thin, and pretty much every muscle in his body is defined; he greets me with a nice smile – it suits him.

"Who are you?" I ask, once my headache has gone and vision cleared.

The girl and boy look at each other then smile,

"We are the Garde" the boy replies, putting his hand out for me to shake.

"Welcome back from the dead, Number One"

Author's Note: Hey guys sorry this one was short, I'll make the POV's longer in the next one – this chapter was just getting the scattered groups back together. 2 new Legacies will be revealed in the next chapter or two. Thanks again for the support and feedback – keep reviewing and giving me ideas and requests – I'll try my best. I hope this Eight personality was better – his POV will be in the next chapter, along with, Ella and Adam.

I'm giving One 2 new Legacies (they will be spaced apart in the book, but one of them will be revealed shortly), I want a Legacy that hasn't been acquired yet by any of the other Garde – please give me suggests or ideas (names and powers)

Thanks Soooooo much

Paragon 8!