Hello people! So here as promised is my early updated chapter hope you enjoy! Thank you for all the lovely reviews! They are so amazing and encourage me so much :)

This chapter has a double cliffhanger (sorry!), a huge POV from Sarah for some reason, and the weird house mystery is (kind of) explained. As I said before, I am sure many of you will be pretty surprised. You will have to read and find out!

Ella

"Ella!"

Oh no.

I hear the voice – Marina's – and I turn, a terrible feeling of dread and guilt in my stomach. I cant believe what I am doing.

"Marina!" I call back, tears of self hatred springing to my eyes as I try to act relieved.

There is happiness on her face, a spring in her step as she rushes towards me, and when she sees me alone (the rest are hiding well) she extends her arms for a hug. She still loves me, after everything I have done to her. Not after this she wont.

"Hey kid"

Nine's voice startles me and I spin round in horror, away from Marina's outstretched arms. Behind Nine, I see Adam and behind him BK. My throat clogs even more. I have brought all of them here to their death.

They approach even closer, and the tears flood from my eyes a I ready myself for the onslaught. Any second now.

"Ella" Nine says, grinning though he looks slightly concerned by my crying "What's the matter, we... DUCK"

He shoves Marina out the way of a cannon blast, the fury and betrayal burning in his expression. More Mog's rush out, so many in fact, that I cant even count a fraction of them. Setrakus hasn't made any exception here. Not for the death of two more Garde, and a traitor.

"Ella!" Marina cries, already stabbing Mogs with the knife Nine threw at her.

I turn, running away from their horrified faces to the back of the crowd, the tears pouring from my eyes like a waterfall.

"I'm sorry" I sob, catching a blaster in my trembling hands as I retreat hastily – no longer being able to bear the looks on their faces. What have I done?

Sarah

The sun rises, pouring light through the window and making me groan and turn over. I'm not ready to get out of bed quite yet.

I look at the clock, and realise it's nine AM. Wow, I really did sleep in late.

John has already gone downstairs, well, I presume, and I'm sure in a minute that somebody will be calling us down for breakfast. Thankfully Nine isn't here, otherwise I am sure we would all be up and training by now.

"BREAKFAST!"

I hear Eight's voice call, right on cue in fact, and roll out of bed. Not bothering to change out of my pyjamas, I slip on a dressing gown and a pair of thick socks. Then I pad quietly down the stairs, wondering what terrible concoction Eight is going to try and present as breakfast. He says he has learnt from Marina, but my motto is going to be 'Better safe than sorry' when it comes to his food.

Turns out it isn't so bad after all, just some toast and eggs (I check to see if they are properly cooked first) and it fills me up, which is good. We all eat wolfishly, and by the time we are finished, the table is covered in crumbs. I guess that will be my job to clean up then.

"Wanna go train?" Six asks, pulling her hair into a ponytail and placing her plate by the sink. I notice she is already wearing shorts and a tank top with a sweater thrown over the top to keep her from freezing.

"Sure" Eight replies, following her out of the room and into the garden. John and Sam follow suit.

I stifle a yawn, brushing down my robe and going upstairs to take a shower.

On the way up the stairs, I cant help watching them secretly from the window.

They work in a big group, on some kind of hand-to-hand combat. I feel the familiar stab of jealousy at Six's graceful movements and the way they all admire her. I know I will never be able to do that, no matter how hard I train, and it hurts that the only help I can give in battle is with a gun.

Still, watching John makes me feel better, and I feel a swell of pride as he lands a particularly good hit on Eight.

At least I have him.

"Have you heard anything from them yet?" I ask kindly, watching Eight scan the tablet.

"No" He replies, eyes pinned to the two dots that are now in Spain. He gnaws on his bottom lip, brow furrowed. He is obviously worried.

"I should have gone with them" He says quietly, and an image of an evil Ella pops into my head. I push it back.

"They'll be fine" I soothe awkwardly.

I don't really know Eight, as I have never spent any time with him. All I know is that he is light hearted and jokey, and extremely protective of Marina. He shakes his head, curls falling into his face.

"No, I have a bad feeling about this. I should have known" He sighs, and I wonder what he is talking about. How could he have known?

Noticing my expression, he goes to explain.

"I have a legacy, Precognition, and I haven't fully mastered it yet, but it gives me the ability to kind of see the future." I stare at him, stunned. That is such a cool legacy "Well, not really, but I get feelings about things. Like I knew when Marina and Ella and Six were going to find me in the mountains" His voice gets soft as he mentions Marina "And when we were going to find Six"

"Oh" I say, knowing what is coming next.

"And I don't think they should have gone" He sighs coldly "I thought that it was maybe just me being paranoid, or just cautious. Or maybe that I was just too worried for Marina, so I let them go. But now the feelings come back, and I'm even more nervous now. Sarah I don't.." His voice cracks, but he swallows and carried on "I don't know if they are all going to come back"

My stomach drops through the floor at his solemn expression and I can tell he is not kidding, that he has really felt this.

"Do you.." I choke, hardly able to bear the remorseful expression he wears "Do you know who?"

He shakes his head.

"Is there any way we can get there in time?" I ask, almost as desperate for him as I am for me. I don't know how he would cope if Marina died, not after everything.

I know what he says next is true, but it's so, so painful.

"We'll just have to wait and see"

The words are cold, but it's made so much worse by the fact that his shoulders droop and his voice is broken.

He leaves me to my thoughts after that, but takes the tablet with him.

At dinner – a soup that I threw together – Eight tells everybody else of his foresight, and the news doesn't go down well at all.

John looks unusually terrified, his handsome face fretful and he spends the rest of the meal trying to come up with a plan for a rescue, but it's no use. Not only are they already there, there is no loralite anywhere close so Eight cant exactly telelport us there. Sam bombards him with questions, asking him about the details of his 'vision' and what it means. Eight's green eyes go vacant and he just tells Sam he doesn't know, it's just a feeling. After that Sam tries to convince himself it is just a feeling, and that nobody is going to die anyway.

To my surprise, it's Six who gets angry at Eight.

She – quite accusingly – tells him that he should have said something before, that he shouldn't have let them go.

"What is wrong with you?" She spat, "You knew it was important"

"I'm sorry" He replies, bringing his hands up defensively. He is obviously shocked by her outburst, but too tired and guilty to fight back "I just thought..."

"Well maybe you should have thought more!" She yells, and John puts a diffusing hand on her arm.

"Calm down Six" He says quietly "Eight didn't know, anyway, we tell him off for being too protective over Marina all the time"

"Fine" She scoffs, far from fine, but I know she wont push it any further. "You better hope you're wrong" She spits at Eight, and all of us stare at her in horror. Why is she being so bitchy?

Then she stalks out of the room, leaving us in silence. Eight drops his head into his hands.

"What did I do?" He asks morosely, and I honestly have no clue how to answer.

"Nothing" Sam says "She's just worried for Nine" He explains, then gets up. "Well guys, I'm done."

"Are you going to try talking to her?" John asks, and I can see the concern in his blue eyes.

"Nope, she'd probably tell me to get out anyway" Sam laughs dryly, then claps his hands awkwardly and sidles out of the room.

Eight's eyes follow him into the corridor and I know he is desperate to escape too. We are all feeling pretty on edge at the moment, but I know he has it worst. The least I can do is help him.

"You look like you need some sleep" I say, and his head snaps up, thankful gaze meeting mine.

"Yeah, I'm gonna head" He mumbles, stumbling out of the room gratefully, probably to go and check on the tablet, not to sleep. I know none of us will do that properly until they return.

Me and John sit for a while, me wrapped in his arms in silence as both our minds wander to other things. His rough hand strokes my face absent mindedly and I sigh, knowing that it would be nice to relax and be happy for a while. But it's really not possible at the moment.

Still, I feel my eyelids drooping, and suddenly the couch doesn't seem like such an uncomfortable place after all. I feel myself slipping away, dropping into darkness...

CRASH!

I jerk up, startled, and John leaps from a sitting position, hands ready for an attack. Eight appears in the middle of the room, eyes wide, and a second later Six and Sam are there too.

"What was that?" Sam asks, peering round nervously.

I find myself gripping the edges of the couch tightly, fingernails digging onto the fabric.

"No idea" Eight says "I'm going to check it out"

"Me too" Says Six, following him cautiously, seemingly forgetting their earlier argument.

John and Sam are both on tiptoes, crouched over as Six's head peers round the hallway. Not wanting to make even the slightest noise, she gives the almost imperceptible shake of her head, and ushers us forward with her hand.

The corridor is completely empty, but as we near the front door, I feel the familiar tug of fear and start to wish I had grabbed one of the kitchen knives. John touches my shoulder to steady my terror, and brings his finger to his lips, trying for a comforting smile. I nod, fixing my eyes back on the door which could hide any number of sinister things.

I cringe as Eight hits a creaky floorboard, but nothing leaps out and stabs him, so up to now we are okay. Damn this old house.

Six's hand reaches for the doorknob, and she pauses her fingers on the metal, waiting for the go ahead. I brace myself, pressing a little closer to the wall, and wishing to go that there isn't an army outside there. Sam nods, and Six throws open the door.

We all leap outside.

And stare around us. There is nothing there, nothing at all. Apart from the usual trees and small gravel path.

I breath a loud sigh of relief, and all of us relax, our tense shoulders loosening, though Six's grey eyes still flit round skittishly.

"Nothing there" Sam says, laughing at the pointless adrenaline rush that we all just experienced.

"Let's go back inside" I sigh, already longing for my bed, and the warmth it holds. I had never realised how chills it was before, but right now I'm freezing cold.

"Yes" Says John, smiling and rubbing his own arms "Lets"

Eight and Six disappear upstairs immediately, done with adventures and excitement for the night – maybe Eight will actually get some sleep after all.

I walk slowly back down the hallway, shutting the door quickly behind me so as not to let the cold inside.

"That was exciting!" Sam grins, I shake my head.

"It may have been interesting, but it woke me up" I retort "A girl needs her beauty sleep"

"Honestly" Says Sam, running a hand through his short hair, eyes bemused "Then you better get to bed."

"I will" I reply, smiling as John's arms wrap around me from behind. "But it's really cold, let me get some blankets"

I release myself from his grip, and pad to the storage cupboard, which is open an inch, I wonder who did that? Sighing, I pull the door open, and go to pull the light switch as I cant see anything.

I reach down for a blanket, and all of a sudden I am knocked backwards onto the floor.

I cry out in surprise and pain as my head hits the back wall.

In a flash the figure is on top of me, knees pressed hard into my stomach. I squeak in surprise and terror, but a second later the weight has gone and whatever 'it' is, is being lifted into the air with telekinesis.

What was hell was that?

I jump up, to see John's shocked face, outstretched hand and Sam's jaw that is almost hitting the floor.

I look closer at the girl – I can now tell it's a girl – and I am sure I look as dumbstruck as both the boys.

The long dark hair, bluey hazel eyes, small figure and frightened expression. I recognise this girl. It's not, it cant be...

"Emily?"

So, yes. Emily. I bet none of you were expecting her to make a re-appearance. XD

Sorry this was quite dark, but who do you think will die? (Hint, I'm not that mean :) and the battle will play a big part in the next chapter. Also thank you to everyone who reviewed my one-shot story!

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