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Nine

Eight still hasn't spoken to Six, it's really getting on my nerves. It was like, three days ago that I asked him, but he was too caught up in wanting to save Marina. There I go again, being horrible and insensitive, everyone tells me it's my worst trait. But it's just my personality, love it or hate it.

Most people hate it.

I suppose I do still feel guilty, a little at least. It was my fault that Eight died, and I was horrible to Marina afterwards even though I was the one who was causing her to grieve. Now that Marina's gone, I'm being a jerk towards Eight even now. What is my problem? The others probably think that I am over it, that it was just a thing, and now it's done. But I do feel bad, I just can''t admit it. I guess that's my problem. Not an easy one to fix.

I can't wait for later. Johnny has finally seen sense and we are storming the Mog base later. When I say 'storming' I mean, making a distraction while Eight gets Marina and Six will be on Ella patrol. I'm happy Johnny gave me the distraction job, I have been dying to kick some ass for ages. Maybe I can convince Six to transfer her invisibility to me. That would be a riot. Imagine there stupid faces when I come from nowhere, like in an action movie. Sandor used to let me watch them, good ones with fighting at least, then he could teach me all the 'cool moves!'.

That was fun.

Nowadays when I watch them though, especially thrillers with torture in them, all I can think of is Sandor, chained to the wall in the Mogs base. It makes me even more hungry for revenge.

I will have so much fun later.

For Sandor.

Johnny gives us one last pep-talk before we go,

"Okay guys, this is important, we al know the plan. Eight, as soon as the Mogs go to me and Nine, you teleport you and Six into the base. Then you split up, Eight you get Marina, Six you get Ella. Try not to be longer than an hour as Six will have to use the Xitharis to give you invisibility. Adam will guard the gates, make sure they don't close before we get out. I will be with Nine, but if Setrakus comes then I will fight him."
We all look at John. Is he mad? He can't take that dick on his own. I hate to say it but he is powerful. Sarah shakes her head.

"No way, no, no way. You told me that there would be no run-ins with Setrakus Ra!" She shivers slightly at the name. Being the cheesy freak he is, Johnny put an arm around her shoulders.

"Look, I know I said that, but I can't promise anything. And I know that I can take him, I can feel it inside me. I am Pitticcus."

"Bollocks!" I say, no way can he take Setrakus by himself. "Dude, seriously, you know that you would need my help big time." John shakes his head but he knows that I will not budge on this subject.

"Fine, if he comes then you and me will fight him together." Then he turns to Adam "Keep Mogs off our back if we are fighting him please" Please? I can't believe he is being polite to the traitor. I am still uncomfortable around that guy. Who knows if he is lying, or a double agent? I will be watching my back very carefully from now on.

"Me Sam and Sarah will be here, sorting everything out and packing if we need a quick escape, we have it all planned out." Malcolm says, twisting his hands nervously together. Old people, so scared all the time. We will be fine.

"What if we see Five?" This is the first thing that Eight has said all morning. Oh, wouldn't I like to see Five. So much. But I will give Eight that one at least, the bastard did take his girlfriend. Six butts in before John can, her eyes hard and a evil grimace on her face.

"Kill him. Don't hesitate, just do it."

I really like the way this chick thinks.

Eight's face is pinched with concentration, he is pale and his hands shake silently. Everything is riding on this moment, if his teleporting goes wrong, we will fail, and most likely die. We can't let that happen, not after everything. Six places a comforting hand gently on his.

"It's okay, this will go right"

He nods, closing his eyes.

"Eight, kill the bastard for me" I say, knowing that nothing can really keep him calm now. He smiles, tightening his grip on Six's wrist. But there is something I have to do before they go.

Just as Eight moves to teleport away, I lean quickly forward and kiss Six on the cheek.

The last thing I see before they disappear is her shocked expression.

Eight

It is dark when I appear in the room. My eyes adjust slowly to the dim light and at first I think the cell is empty. Then I see the face I never wanted too see again.

Five.

His arms grasp Marina and I swear my heart nearly stops.

Her arms are twisted painfully upwards, held in place by rough shackles. Her beautiful face is inches away from Five's, twisted into a grimace of pain.

"I'll never tell you anything!" She hisses, and the voice is one that I don't recognise, one worn by tiredness and pain. Five just smiles sweetly and brings a blade up to her face.

She spits right in his eye.

He snaps, jamming the dagger deep into Marina's cheek. Her eyes widen and she screams shrilly, straining on her chains. I unfreeze, and leap at Five with a cry of fury, knocking him off her. He crashes to the ground, shocked, and I grab his dagger from where is skittered across the floor. Five tries to jump to his feet but I pin him down and just as Six said, I don't hesitate.

"This one's for everything, bastard"

Then I plunge the dagger through his heart.

When the scar burns itself onto my ankle I don't even flinch. Good riddance. Marina screams again, quieter this time but still heart wrenchingly horrible. I drop to my knees beside her, cradling her face in my hands. Thick, red blood pours from her cheek and she grows steadily paler by the second. I am filled with fury at what they have done. Her body is a wreck.

There are deep scars patterned up and down her arms, when I look closer I see that they are the number seven, drawn over and over again, marking her for life.

I feel sick.

Her thick hair is matted with dried blood and it sticks in clumps to her forehead. She is dirty, her tanned skin darker with dirt and sweat and tears. Fresh blood runs in trails down her wrists from where the sharp metal of the shackles has cut too tight. But the worst part is her legs.

They are twisted horribly beneath her, broken in various places, and she hangs above the floor, any movement she makes will be so, so painful. I can't even imagine what she feels like.

I rip a large piece of fabric from my shirt and press it against her wound. With horror, I realise that her breathing is shallow and her dark eyes are unfocused. She is close to passing out and I know that if she is not healed, we will never get out of here.

"Marina" I say very quietly "We have to leave, now. My legacies don't seem to work and we will have to get you out of the cell so you can heal yourself." She nods, then tries to open her mouth to say something. I kiss her gently, stopping her from speaking. Her lips are cracked and have the metallic tinge of blood. I don't say anything as I pull away, just raise the knife to break the shackles.

When I place my hand on hers to steady it, we are both shaking, me from fury and her from pain and cold. Though I know it's not the ice from her legacy.

The knife splits the metal easily and she collapses into my arms. I lean against the wall, and rest her weight on my chest, holding her waist to stop her broken feet from touching the floor. She is hurt so badly and I hate to do anything that might hurt her, but we have to go.

"I'm going to pick you up and it's going to hurt but as soon as we are out of this cell, you need to heal yourself, ok. Don't worry about anything else, I will protect you. Everybody else is outside, were going to be okay."

"Eight, Ella is, bad, I don't know what happened but she is on their side, she will fight us" What? Ella? I have so many questions. But now is not the time. My heart breaks to see Marina like this, so small, fragile, weak, and so sad. Her voice is broken and the tears have started to flow from her eyes.

"Shhh, don't worry, just tell me everything when we get out of here." I kiss her hair, then hook my arm very cautiously under her legs and lift her up, holding her as close to me as I can without hurting her. She gasps in pain and buries her head in my chest to try and stop the tears that fall. It doesn't work. Her small sobs cut me to the heart and I know that she has to heal herself, and soon. But how are we going to get out of here? I can't see a key. As if she heard my thoughts, Marina points to Five, not trusting herself to speak.

Of course.

Very awkwardly, as I am holding Marina, I grab Five's hand and press it to the lock. To my relief, it springs open. I drop Five's hand, like it has infected me. Then I run, as quickly as I can, up the stairs.

Waiting at the top are a swarm of Mogs.

I lay Marina down in the corner and stand protectively over her, no way am I ever letting her go. They won't touch her.

"Heal yourself!" I cry, then start to pick off the Mogs, one by one. But there are too many, and they charge, armed to the teeth with weapons. I can't kill them without leaving Marina, unprotected. My telekinesis is simply not enough. I throw my knife into the crowd desperately, anything to try and stop them. They get even closer and I brace myself. How can I lose the girl I love, so soon after finding her again, it's just not fair! I think about Lorien, my planet, the one that I will never get to see, I think about all the times that me and Marina spent together. It wasn't enough, a lifetime wouldn't be enough, we will never get to be together.

As I ready myself for death to reach its black hand towards me, I feel cold. That's not what I imagined death to be like at all. Freezing cold in fact.

My eyes snap open and I take in the scene before me.

Mog swords, blasters and canons are inches from my face, frozen. The entire group is still, and silence reigns. A split second later and everyone would have two new scars on there leg.

I turn to Marina, my jaw hanging open in shock. She used her legacy to do that.

"Marina, that was amazing" Her face cracks into a small smile, then her face drains of all colour and she slumps against the wall, unconscious.

John

I cant see anything, Mogs are everywhere. I hear a cry of delight and know that it's Nine, he must be having the time of his life, this is the first proper fight we have had in weeks.

I am playing the 'human fireball' tactic, setting anything and everything around me on fire. My bracelet takes care of things that get to close and to be honest, I'm kind of enjoying myself. Nine is rubbing off on me way too much.

As I use my telekinesis to raise a knife and stab a Mog in the side, I wonder where Setrakus is. I haven't seen him, I just hope he isn't sneaking up behind me. The thought makes me whip around, only to see Adam crouched by the gate, creating small earthquakes. His face is dark, his eyes downcast. I know that this must be hard for him, killing his own race, even though he might be a traitor. I bet he knows quite a lot of these people – if you can call them people- and it must hurt; bad. I am surprised at his courage, whatever they put in his head must have made him hate the Mogs so much for him to do this. But I'm thankful for his help.

"Johnny!" Nine shouts, over the heads of the bodies he is massacring "Having fun?!"

"Surprisingly so!" I cry back, twirling round and burning a Mog to a crisp.

"Seen Setrakus?"

"Nope, I hope the others are okay though, it's been over half an hour!"

He laughs, shaking ash of himself.

"Stop worrying! Six is badass and Eight will die if he leaves Marina any longer!"

I guess he's right, we'll be fine. Just as I think that, as if I've cursed it, I feel a tingling sensation in my leg.

No, no, this can't be happening. I cry out in pain as the scar burns itself onto my ankle, disguised by the flames that consume my body. Who is it? It can't be one of us, we planned it so carefully. My only hope is that it's Five that has been killed and that's the only thing that keeps me going.

I slash through Mogs with a new fierceness, now wanting to escape as soon as possible. Nine is surprised too, and I have to keep a few blades from hitting him. He cares more than we give him credit for.

I feel a hit on my back, feel the blood running down my shirt. The bracelet didn't employ in time to deflect the blow. I raise my dagger, turning round to see what Mog could be that fast. But the sword doesn't belong to a Mog.

No, it belongs to Ella.

Ella! What is she doing fighting against us? Before doing anything drastic, I use my telekinesis to hold her in place. I am opening my mouth to confront her when Adam shrieks.

"John, there back, Six and Eight! They have Marina!" Why does everything always have to happen at the same time. Ella wriggles under my strong grip, "Leave me John, I wont come with you, never!" Her words shock me, she must have been brainwashed, or something. Is it really her? Or is it Setrakus? No, he would have taken my legacies and fought me. Nobody would fall for what he did last time, pretending to be Six.

"Johnny! LETS GO!" Nine shouts, starting to make his way towards the gate. Then I hear Six from over the wall, "Leave Ella, something is wrong John, just leave!" I take a last glance and release Ella, throwing her backwards into the crowd.

It's hard to make a path out, there must be hundreds. But I lob fireballs and soon there is an ash carpet. Adam and Nine are already outside and I spot the others. Everyone is there and I am filled with relief until I see Marina. She is limp, pale and still, cradled gently in Eights arms. My eyes widen I horror and I run closer. Six sees me and shakes her head.

"It's okay, she's just unconscious. You can heal her when we get out of here!"

We all grab onto Eight, who is still holding Marina. The Mogs are right behind us so me and Nine use our telekinesis to hold them back.

"Eight, come on!" I cry, desperately lighting my lumen. But there is no need.

Everything goes black.

I groggily open my eyes.

"Guys?"

I am glad to find that I don't feel sick, as I usually do when I teleport. I see Eight leaning over Marina, and Adam metres, groaning onto the sand. We are still in the desert, but far, far away from the base. I run to where Marina lies, Eight has pulled her onto his lap, and his face is worried, pinched in stress.

"What did they do to her?" I ask, shocked at the amount of wounds and blood. Eight swallows.

"It was Five, he did it all. He was there when I got in, so I killed him" I nod, knowing this already but sad to have it confirmed that it was the real Ella that tried to hurt me. We have to talk, all of us; together. To sort everything out and get back to the others at the hotel.

Adam drags himself to join us, watching Marina slowly heal, Eight holds her tighter. That's when I notice.

"Um, where are Six and Nine?"

So, I killed Five! (well, actually Eight did but anyway...)

That had loads of action in it and was really hard to write but I hoped you enjoyed anyway, my first one over 3000 words! Wouldn't my English teacher be pleased :)

Marina has been rescued but I split the Garde up. Don't worry, it will only be for a while.

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