Emmett and I sped down the tunnel, turning corners and not even daring to breathe when a Mogadorian passed by.
"They're looking for us." Emmett whispered.
"What?"
"They haven't sounded the alarm because they know we'll try to leave. Sophia, do you still have the map?" She didn't answer. "Sophia?"
"They must've gone the other way. It's alright, just-" Emmett's hand clamped down around my mouth as two Guards drug a young man around the corner in shackles.
"They're taking him to the cell block." Emmett whispered, starting to follow.
"Or the torture chamber…"
"Marina, scared of a little old torture chamber?" I softened at my human name and reluctantly let him lead me after the Guards.
Luckily, he'd been right. It was the cell block we were headed towards. We followed the Guards and watched as they tossed their new friend into an empty cell.
"How are we supposed to know where Sam's dad is?" I WHISPERED. Emmett dug around in his pocket. I couldn't tell what it was.
He waited for the Guard to close the corridor's iron door before letting go of my hand. He held a small cinnamon colored stone in between his knuckles. I grinned. Emmett held up his fist and a jet of red light shone across one of the doors. We could see right through it.
"Just look for someone you recognize."
We went from door to door, until finally I saw a tall mixed boy with dark shaggy hair.
"Hey-"
"Yeah, I know him too." I breathed.
"So what do we-"Before he could finished I ripped a chain from the wall and tossed it clear across the corridor and into the iron door. I grabbed Emmett's hand and as we disappeared the Guard entered. I began kicking at the familiar boy's door, the Mogadorian being drawn to the source of the sound.
"Quiet in there!" he growled. The boy threw something at the door. The Mog slid the small window open. "Is there a problem, boy?"
The boy sauntered towards the door. As he opened his mouth to speak, his eyes flickered to us. He could see us. And don't ask me how I knew, but I did, and Emmett did too. He squeezed my hand.
"Yeah. I want a TV. I have nothing to look at but you ugly mugs." I tried to hide a snicker.
"Don't test me, scum. Things will get very ugly."
"Things got ugly when you walked over here, yeah?"
I was already falling in love with his slight British accent. The Mogadorian wasn't as charmed, but we were prepared. The second he flung the door open, Emmett tackled him. I snatched his keys as he sailed over my head and into the cell wall. The new boy ripped his bed post from the wall and pinned the Mogadorian to the stone. I became visible as he turned to ash.
"You could see us." I breathed.
"I see everything," he smiled. He held his hand out. "I'm nine."
"Eight. Or Marina, whichever. This is Four."
"Emmett and Marina. I remember you two, I-"
Somewhere, a loud howl shook the cave walls. That's when the sirens started.
