Hi all! I'm so sorry if you didn't like this chapter, and that this was written halfway. This was written by my sister, who has been begging to help, but is extremely lazy. I was shocked and pretty pissed when I realised that she hasn't even bothered to finish the chapter. However, I think she did a good job in this chapter, so give her a round of applause!

Next chapter will continue the battle (I hate having it to lag so long, but my sister insists theres more), so unortunately the time when John rescues Ella will be pushed back:(unless u prefer longer chapters? yep here goes and don't hate! Please comment! Love ya3

Chapter 13

I manage to stumble through the forest, reaching the cornucopia. Five is already there. He's mumbling to himself, trying to grab as many things as he can. The cornucopia contains a first aid kit, a bag full of ointments, a bow and arrow, a pistol, a Mog gun, a long glowing Mog sword, two tasers, a GPS, a smoke screen, a shield, a knife, and for some reason, a glove. I quietly pick up the first aid kit when I feel a sharp piercing feeling rip through my body. I've been shot with a poison arrow. I fall to the ground, fighting back tears. "Sorry, Ella! I have no choice!" I hear Five say as I feel another arrow shoot onto my ribs. His plan is obviously to shoot me until I become unconscious. Well, I'm not going to let that happen.

Gritting my teeth, I pick up the nearest thing, the taser gun, and shoot Five. Five stumbles backwards and I seize the chance to grab the ointments, the pistol, the shield and the glove (Five took the rest). I shoot Five with the pistol and he falls to the ground, blood coming out from his stomach. I consider shooting him and winning the game, but decide against it. I'm not going to let Setrakus turn me into a carnivorous animal. I see his skin, all blistered and puckered, and his bleeding stomach. There's still good in me. I turn around and throw the ointments to Five before dashing into the heart of the forest.

Five POV

Watching Ella disappear into the forest, I help myself to the ointments. Slowly, the pain dissipates and my skin returns to normal. I sit there in shock or awhile, waiting for Ella to come back and kill me, but nothing happens. I'm shocked. I just shot two arrows into her ribs. Isn't she going to take revenge? Why did she spare me, even saving me instead? This makes me feel guilty.

But not guilty enough to let Ella win the game.

I get up the ground and pick up the remaining objects. Where could Ella be? I pick up the GPS and see a blue dot in front of the cornucopia (me) and a red dot not far away, in the middle of the forest with what looks like a lava cave (Ella). I run into the forest, weaving through the trees. Just then, needles come hurling towards me. I deflect most of them with telekinesis, but they are so small and sharp, it's hard to avoid all of them. A few pierce into my skin and I try not to curse as I run away. I hear a noise and tense. What is it?

A piken appears in front of me and I gulp. Pikens are one of the most dangerous beasts in Mogadorian and apart from the trainers, no one else can control it. Kelly is one of their trainers. Surely it will recognize me?

I wave a hand in front of it. "Hey! I'm Kelly's boyfriend Five! Do you remember me?" It bares it's teeth and advances. Oops. Clearly not. I hesitate, then remember that unlike Ella, I have my legacies. I yank one of the needles out of my skin, trying not to cringe as some of my skin is torn out. I touch the needle and instantly, my skin turns into steel.

I charge towards the piken, firing green balls of light from the taser gun. I have been trained for this, and immediately my battle training instincts kick in. As soon as the piken flails and freezes with a roar, I brandish the long sword and swing it at the neck of the piken. But just before the sword comes into contact with the piken, it unfreezes and ducks so that the tops of the fur covering its back is sliced off. It swipes at me and I swiftly do a flip so that I land behind it, but by doing that I pass through the trail of light the Mog sword left. Pain races through my veins and instead of landing swiftly on my feet, I crash to the floor, screaming and convulsing with pain. The piken lifts a foot to crush me and with great difficulty, I reach for the Mog gun, aim and squeeze the trigger multiple times.

Continuous bangs ring in my ears and the piken explodes into dust, showering me with ashes. I gasp and cough, wincing as I sit up. I uncap the bottle of ointment and apply it again, flinching as I touch my wounds. I run my fingers through my hair, then stand shakily.

I stumble through the thick forest, following my GPS. Suddenly I come to a halt and to my surprise, a mirror is facing me. In it, there i am, a surprised and shocked expression on my face.

Ella POV

I pant as I run out of the cave, sweat pouring down my back. The cave was steaming hot, and lava balls had shot out from all directions at me. I barely made it out of the lava cave alive. Should have kept some of that ointment. I stare down miserably at the fresh, painful burns on my arms, tentatively touching them. Immediately my finger draws back as I hiss with pain.

I stagger through the trees and suddenly come to a foggy clearing. Hesitantly I step into it, shooting glances left and right. My eyes dart all over the place anxiously.

A figure steps forward, hands outstretched, slowly approaching me. I peer through the fog and immediately I stiffen.

Nine?

He walks confidently, strutting as usual, his long black hair swinging behind him. A grin is plastered all over my face. I expect him to say something along the lines of,"Late for my ass-kicking technique class, are we now?" But he doesn't reply, doesn't say anything so typically Nine, he just keeps striding forward. That's when I realise something's off.

Nine's usual smirk is replaced with a cruel knowing sneer. His eyes dance with evil light, and a cold chill runs through me. What's going on? I back away slowly, and suddenly I bump into something- someone.

I whirl around in a panic. To my shock, it's Marina. Her gentle, tender smile is gone as well and as she advances, she draws something glowing from behind her- a Mog sword.

I gape and stumble back. "Marina?" I gasp out. Could Setrakus possibly have captured and possessed her and Nine after Eight was killed? Was he posing as them? Or...was this really them, going after me because they now know I'm Setrakus's heir?

The mass of questions that cloud my mind disappear, whisked away as I stare at the next person that steps out of the fog.

Crayton.

I rush to him and without thinking, I wrap my arms around him in joy. I sense him moving quickly, and suddenly everything registers.

No. This isn't Crayton. Crayton's dead and gone and no matter how much I wish for it, I can't bring him back. So this has got to be one if Setrakus's tricks. In fact, this is literally how Eight got impaled by Setrakus's sword.

I stop the Mog sword in Crayton's hand with telekinesis before it can pierce my body. Then I gaze at my hand in wonder-even with that drug, I can use telekinesis...was that normal? I glance around and take in the fact that Nine and Marina have formed a circle with Crayton around me. I swallow and ready myself, biting my lip. Just Setrakus's simulations, i keep whispering to myself, but staring at these people's faces-the people Setrakus knew would affect me most- makes my heart pound more wildly than ever.

Marina takes a leap at me, and I almost don't react. Flashes of how tender she was to me at the orphanage, how sweet and caring, almost stop me from stretching out my hand, palm facing her, to blow her away with my telekinesis. Almost.

Marina slams into a tree and slides down onto the grass. Nine snarls and swings his sword at me with precision. I stop it and press it down to his chin with all my telekinesis might. He growls and pushes back, and I remember how hilarious he was, how he let me sit on his back or entertained me with his greatly exaggerated and unrealistic stories of himself.

I dreamt of this one night, some time ago when all remaining Loric was together at Nine's Chicago place; Nine and Marina attacking me. I just didn't imagine it would actually happen, at least not this soon.

Crayton grabs me from behind and I scream and kick wildly. I reach out with my mind and freeze everything around me, holding everything in place. Crayton releases me and with a sob tearing through me, I pull the Mog sword from his hand and stab him in the chest. I watch through tears as he crumbles to ash.

Suddenly someone pounces on my back and I'm knocked to the snow. I stare wide eyed up at Nine, who snarls at me. He raises his staff, ready to attack me. I raise my pistol and shoot blindly. Miss. He smacks the staff onto my chest, just missing my heart, but I feel the heavy impact. I shoot blindly with the taser but I keep missing due to the tears clouding my vision. Finally when Nine stabs at me with his staff, I use my mind to reach out and bend it like rubber into a U shape, so that both of the staff ends are pointed at him, and with my mind, I force it into his body, a sob tearing through my body.

I sink to the floor, quivering with fear. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. Calm down, Ella. Just that bastard's tricks, don't let it get to you...

All of a sudden, Marina's eyes snap open and she leaps to her feet. I back away, eyes wide and immediately pull the trigger of the Mog gun that I quickly aimed at her heart. All I hear is the dull click of an empty chamber. I gasp, I can just imagine Setrakus roaring with laughter right now. Marina snarls, glancing at the ashes of fake Nine and fake Crayton, and with an epic, incredible jump, she grabs me and pins me to a tree, taking her nails across my face. I scream in pain as she seizes my taser, slams it against my stomach and presses the trigger over and over. Shock after shock shoots through my body and I screech and howl, shaking. Marina cackles a laugh that would never come out of the real Marina's mouth. When she lets my fall to the snow I'm barely keeping my eyes open and yellow spots cloud my vision. Marina simply laughs and raises the Mog sword above my heart. With a whimper I let go, give up.

Suddenly I hear Marina-the real one-'s voice echoing in my head,"We're a team, Ella. We protect each other." Then Six saying,"It's gonna be all right, Ella." Nine's voice,"Let's kick some serious booty!" Voice after voice of the Loric speak in my head and with a sudden surge of strength, I roll out of the way and seize the Mog gun on the snow. Marina shrieks with a manic grin on her face,"It's empty, you can't trick me!"

"See, Nine would tell me to put the damn gun down. Crayton will tell me its dangerous. Marina would tell me to pass it over. You're not any of them. You're not Marina." As I speak, I walk closer to her. I turn my face to the sky and finish,"Go f**k yourself, Setrakus Ra." I slam the butt of the gun into her skull, and her eyes roll to the back of her head as she falls to the floor. The Mog sword flies out of her hand into mine and I repeatedly stab her with it, eyes screwed tightly closed. When I open them, her ashes are scattering into the wind. I slide against a tree back to the floor, about to rest, when Five staggers into the clearing.

Five POV

I reach out tentatively and touch the mirror with my right hand. Me in the mirror -I'll call him Five- touches that spot too, except with his left hand (Yes guys, I {the writer's little sis} read Divergent. The mirror concept was pretty confusing for me to write so don't judge if I mixed up anything. Sorry, disclaimer and all that). I frown and step forward, and to my utmost surprise, so does Five, right out of the mirror. I pause and squint at him when suddenly he swings his left fist at me, and my head snaps to the left side, while his snaps to his right. I immediately retaliate and draw my sword, and he does too. I frown and take a nick at him, and immediately my forearm splits open. I gape and immediately back away, turn and begin to run. Five chases after me immediately and I reach into my pocket, and wrap a hand around the metal ball. Five jams his hand into my stomach and my hand instantly aches as I watch him withdraw his hand quickly. I press my sword to his neck but my wheels in my head are turning desperately. If I can't scratch him without getting hurt myself, how am I going to kill him without dying? Conclusion: I can't kill him. I take off running again but a rubber arm stretches and coils itself around my neck. I gag, choking as tears form in my eyes. Instinctively I begin to fly, trying to shake him off but he holds on. I twist around so that we are rising into the air face to face, and quickly I drive my knee up. We both howl in pain and he releases me.

Gritting my teeth, I turn and fly away despite my obvious...injury. Five obviously hasn't recovered as well, but he flies after me as well. With my telekinesis I have this radar and I sense his sword coming down upon me. I whirl around and stop it with my own sword, but he presses it down until our swords form an X under my neck. I know I can't risk hurting him without getting injured. I fly away thinking hard, vaguely hovering over the mirror. Five barrels towards me like he's about to headbutt my stomach, and automatically

I squint at the crack. It's large enough to see the forest- wait, what? I smile to myself. I may be dying, but I can escape. I use telekinesis to break a larger hole through the mirror. blood pours out of my stomach, but i don't care.I float myself up and turn myself horizontally around. The hole in the mirror has become waist-sized, just right for me. Using my flying legacy, I fly through the crack. It worked! I grin to myself as I sail smoothly thorough the mirror, this time successfully. As soon as I leave the mirror, I drop to the floor, panting. I'm heavily injured, but I'm alive. I'm alive.

I lie on the ground unmoving for a while. Just then, I hear some rustling noise. Ella. How long has she been here for? I have no idea. I tense, waiting for her to find me, but nothing happens. She doesn't know I'm here then. I debate whether to attack her, but decide against it. I'm exhausted, and I'm sure she is too. Better give her a break. I slump against the tree and rest for awhile. While waiting, I wonder to myself, "why should I continue? Why bother? What do I stand to gain from this? I'm dying anyway, I should just faint and get first aid." I want to stop, but scold myself silently. Don't. I have to fight. I have to win.

I get up and walk out of the forest, into the clearing.