Woo! Only two chapters left! This is getting suspenseful isn't it? ;) Anyhow, sorry for the wait, but I just wasn't in the writing mood for a little and I didn't want the story to turn out crappy! Thank you for your reviews as always! OH! Check out my one-shot about when John gets back in The Power of Six cause it's in Sarah's POV(: Thanks!

joro3: Yeah, I hated him too, but I didn't wanna hate any of the Numbers(: And thank you! When I was writing the last little bit about John realizing who he was, I was listening to No Church In The Wild by Jay-Z and Kanye West so I was just in an intense state ;) You'll have to wait and see what happens in the end though… ;) Thanks for your review on my one-shot too!(:

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"Are you ready?" I whisper to Kellan. He nods and pulls a piece of grass out of the ground. I'm about to question him, but it slowly morphs into a gun with a silencer on the end. "That's so bad-ass." Kellan grins and tucks it away in his waistband, but his face turns serious again. Crouched behind the same rock that was the Mogadorians' blind spot as before, Six pulls her sleeve up to reveal a watch. She presses a button and a map complete with video footage of the security room projects onto the rock.

"We're a technologically advanced planet. Anyhow, here's the live feed. There are three Mogs inside and one outside the door. All of them are scouts so you should be okay. Are you sure you don't want help?" Six asks.

"I'm sure," Kellan says.

"Alright, let's do this," Six says. Kellan nods, but first turns towards Marina.

"Just so you know… I think I'm in love with you," Kellan says to her before kissing her quickly, but passionately on the lips. Then he stands and pops away with the sound of a gust of wind.

"Well… that was… smooth," I whisper as Marina blushes bright red.

"Shut up!" Six hisses at me. Our focus is glued to the screen as we watch Kellan shoot and kill all three Mogs inside within five seconds. Then Kellan, being Kellan, creeps up behind the door and knocks. There's a swivel of a head outside and his eyes go wide as he sees the empty room. The Mog barges in, but Kellan trips him and shoots a bullet in the back of his head before shutting the door, locking it, and covering the window. He signals an "okay" sign to our hidden camera and goes to work on hooking up the fake video footage. "You doing okay in there?" Six asks Kellan into her headset.

"I'm doing just fine. Almost finished. Just let me switch these two plugs and… we're good!" Kellan says. Then, he flashes from the screen and pops up beside me. "Miss me?" I grin and nudge him to the side where Marina takes hold of his face and kisses him deeply.

"Hey! Break it up you two!" I hiss. "We're on a mission! Make out when the world is saved." I wink at the two beet red faces and turn to Six. "Your time to shine, Six." Six nods and pulls a grenade about two times the size of a regular one. She grabs hold of the handle and squeezes while she rips the pin out with her teeth. Then, she cocks her arm back and launches it so quick and so far that I don't even see it in the air. Ten seconds pass before we literally feel the ground shake. We all stay very still and very low hoping no one comes our way. Luckily, no one does.

"Nice throwing arm, Six," I say with a wink. She grins and pulls up the video feeds, projecting them on to the rock behind us. The whole roof and outside guard posts have been evacuated and only two guards remain at the door. Meanwhile, on the inside, we see Setrákus Ra's door open. Six wasn't kidding; the Mog is literally twenty feet tall. "Damn," I whisper. His face is scrunched up in anger demanding to know what's going on. The six soldiers outside don't seem to know anything though. Furious, he swiftly strides down the stairs as the soldiers sprint to keep up with him. We watch as he exits the building and confronts the guards. He yells at them in Mogadorian tongue, so it's useless to us.

"What's our move?" Five pipes up. I scan the cameras and see that almost all of the Mogs have drifted down to the first floor.

"Now's our chance. If we can get all the Loriens out safely, then the adults and teenagers can steal some of the weapons and fight. Kellan can teleport transportation up to the roof and get the children and elderly out safely. We can also barricade the stairs to buy us some time. Does that work?" I ramble. Six gives me a blank and surprised expression before opening her mouth.

"That's actually a hell of a plan, John. Kellan, get us in there. Then, I need you to find some transportation somewhere. Anywhere that you can remember. Then get them somewhere safe. Got it?" Six asks. "We need to move. Now." Kellan grabs Six and I, takes a deep breath, and my feet leave the ground. In less than a second, I find myself in a white hallway where two scouts look at us with shocked expressions.

"Go!" I yell at Kellan before ripping a pistol out of my waistband and aiming it at the Mog. He leans out of the way, however it nicks his shoulder. He runs at me growling with a rather large gun raised. I sprint at him as well and right as he's about to shoot, I kick the gun upwards and slide beside him as I plunge my knife into his stomach. Six has just finished off the other one when two doors by the stairs leading to the fourth floor bust open.

Six Mogs run out with their guns raised, but one quickly turns into ash as Six shoots him straight in the head. I grab the fallen gun of the Mog who I had killed and shoot it at the one closest to the front. A jet of red light shoots out and hits him square in the chest causing him to fall onto the one behind him before disintegrating. I sprint head on at the one on my right and raise my knife ready to strike, but another sends his fist at my face. I duck in the nick of time however, and slide by both of them. I rise and hurtle my knife at the Mog on my left striking him directly in the neck while my left hand pulls the trigger on my gun. Then, there's silence except for Six's and my heavy breaths.

"I think that's it," Six says. I nod. I look down the hall and shut my eyes trying to concentrate. Every single metal door jiggles and is ripped off its hinges. I stack them each against the entrance to the third floor trying to buy us some time.

"Upstairs," I say. Both of us take off upstairs with our guns raised. I run up the first flight and rest with my back to the wall. Slowly, I peer around the corner and the sight makes me want to vomit. Two soldiers are standing in a corridor of cells filled with over six hundred Loriens and Chæmera crammed into six separate cells. Pure malignancy and rage flood my body as I see the two Mogs beating an old man for information on the attack.

"John…" Six warns, but I don't listen. I only whip my gun out and shoot it twice. One hits the Mog dead-on, but the other shot misses. I raise it to shoot again, but the Mog holds the old man up with a knife pressed against his neck.

"Think wisely, Number Four," he growls. I clutch my gun harshly ready to fire, but the Mog only presses the knife against his neck harder. He sneers at me with a smirk as the old man struggles against him.

"Let him go," I snarl. The Mogardorian lets out a long slow laugh.

"And why would I? If you shoot me, I slice his neck. Make a decision," he says. He grins at me once more, but it soon disappears. He grunts and releases the knife before falling to his knees and disappearing. Six is standing besides the old man with a knife in her hand and a satisfied smile on her face. She helps the elderly man up to his feet and to a wall where he can sit.

"Everyone get against the walls of your cells and protect your heads!" I yell. There's shuffling all around as people turn and press back as far as they can go. Six and I run down the hall shooting each lock until each cell is busted open. There's a mass flood of people as loved ones greet each other with smiles, hugs, and kisses. But there's no time for that now.

"Hey!" I bellow. It becomes silent as I continue. "If you can fight, head to the third floor and grab yourself a weapon! If you can't, head upstairs where a boy will have transportation waiting for you! He'll get you somewhere safe! We don't have much time and I can't explain everything, but we need every possible body to help us fight. Please, we don't have much time." There's movement to each end of the hallway as people run back and forth. I catch sight of Bernie Kosar with the other Chæmera and send a signal to him.

"Tell them to help us fight," I think.

"Okay. I tell them to help fight. They will," I hear back. I nod at my now half-rhino, half-dinosaur Chæmera and take off towards the third floor with Six alongside me.

"Where the hell are Five and Marina?" I ask. We run down the stairs and see about half of the people that were upstairs now are equipped with a gun as well as some still coming to get weapons. Six and I exchange smiles, but they soon vanish as we hear pounding on the barricade I set up. "Get ready!" I yell. Six and I find our way to the front of the group and we crouch ready for the attack. Three… two… one…

The doors bust open and all hell breaks loose. Jets of red are flying everywhere as Mogs flood up the stairs. We have the advantage however, because they're all stuck in the stairway as we push forward. Six and I slice through our enemies, killing and injuring many to be finished off in the process, and we make our way downstairs. A pack of ten people are trailing us while the rest keep flowing down. We halt at the sight of our two friends fighting off over ten different Mogs at the door.

"It's about damn time you showed up!" Five yells as he hurls his fist into the face of a scout who flies into a wall upon impact. Soon, however, they're all gone as several guns fire eliminating them.

"Sorry, we were busy finding some soldiers," I say and pat his shoulder. He grins at me as well as Marina who's clutching her shoulder. Suddenly, there's a giant boom and the floor shakes. Six immediately checks the cameras on her projective watch as I brace myself for anything.

"John… Five… Marina… come look at this," Six says in a frightened tone. I loom over her shoulder and look at the screen only to see my worst nightmare. On the floor below us, there are Mogadorians literally pouring out of each room. Some stand in formation looking at the stairs while some stand looking at the main entrance.

"Holy shit," I breathe. There has to be over five hundred on that floor alone!

"Jesus Christ… they've been growing them in those rooms! Look at all the broken pods inside the rooms!" Six exclaims. To my horror, there are indeed large tubes and broken green cases where these new Mogadorians seem to have… hatched.

"You guys up for it?" I ask wearily. Everyone nods, but I know they're all scared out of their minds considering I know I am.

"Alright, listen up!" I yell above the clatter. "There are over five hundred Mogadorians below us! If you cannot fight, then please go to the roof! If you're useless to us then we don't want any unnecessary lives spent, okay?" There's silence and no movement whatsoever. Every single face has a clenched jaw and fierce eyes. One man in his forties or fifties steps forward and puts a hand on my shoulder.

"We've been rotting in those cells for over thirteen years. There's no way in hell that we're leaving you guys. You saved our lives, now we're just returning the favor. You're Brandon's Number, no?" he says in a familiar tone.

"Yeah, I'm Four. Who are you?" I question. As soon as he gives me that lopsided smile that I'd recognize anywhere, my jaw drops.

"Malcom Goode at your service," he says and holds out a hand. I shake it firmly and smile in disbelief.

"Sam's my best friend. He's really proud of what you did for us," I say. He smiles with the hint of a tear in his eye as he speaks.

"I can't believe he finally figured it out. I left him so many clues… but enough of that. What's the plan?" he asks.

"Listen up! When I tell you to fire, you just let everything out. They'll be flooding the staircases and floor, but the good news is they're stuck in a tight space. That makes it a lot easier to kill them. Everyone got it?" I ask the crowd. I see heads bobbing and notice just how many we have. There are two hundred Loriens and Chæmera at the most ready and able to fight. I swallow the small the lump that has formed in my throat. "Okay then. Brace yourselves."

There is nothing, but silence for a few moments before we start to hear the footsteps on the stairs. With every breath I take they get louder and heavier; with every breath I take I clutch my gun harder and harder; with every breath I take I think of every happy moment in my life to help fuel me to save these people's lives. Soon, the footsteps stop and I know that they're right at the barricade that Five and Marina had set up.

"Get ready," Six says. I narrow my eyes and wait for the explosion, but I'm not prepared when it comes from my right. A massive blast shoots out ubiquitously on my right and my ear rings from the sound. All I feel is the rush of wind and impact of loose debris as I fly through the wall on my left. I seem to suspend there for a moment and almost in slow motion look to see everyone else falling towards me. Without hesitation, I expand my mind and catch them in the air. I try to lower them as quickly as possible, but I lose all control as soon as my back hits the ground.

I feel my left shoulder crack instantly as well as my wrist. I grunt with pain and shut my eyes just wanting this madness to be over. But what the hell just happened? Was it a bomb? More important, is everyone okay?

"John! John!" I hear Six frantically yelling. I moan in pain to get her attention and soon, I feel her presence over me. "John, are you okay? You can't be hurt, John. You need to get up. Was that you that saved everyone?" Six asks. I nod and grimace due to my discomfort as Six looks at me with scared eyes, eyes I've never seen before. "Marina! Get over here! I'll hold everyone off!" Six leaves me and as I try to yell at her to stay, another body looms over me.

"John, it's me, Marina. Please lie still and tell me what hurts," she says in a panicked tone. I hear gun shots and screams around me, but I answer her simply.

"Left shoulder and wrist." I feel warm hands over my arm and a strange cold feeling wraps around my wrist. However, it instantly feels better as soon as the feeling fades away.

"This may hurt," she says as she slides her hands under my shoulder. I curse more to myself than at her, but soon the same icy effect envelopes my shoulder and the pain is gone. I feel her hand yank mine up and I grab her shoulder for support. As soon as my eyes focus, I notice the war-like world around me. There are bodies of Loriens and Mogadorians alike all scattered over the forest floor, blood puddling in certain areas, and red jets of light in every direction.

"John, hurry your ass up! I'm dying over here!" Six screams at me while she's in the midst of being cornered my three scouts. With my new energy, I sprint forward with my knife in my hand and plunge it straight into the back of one before he could ever turn around. I twist and pull it out soon enough to kick another in the side sending him crumpling to the ground. Not wanting him to retaliate, I straddle his stomach and slit his throat causing the blood, black as night, to seep out before he turns to ash.

I whip my head up and see another come running at me, but I quickly pull my gun out and send a blast of red light into his face. I feel a slight cut at my side, but as soon as I turn to look, I see that Five is lunged beside me and staring straight at a soldier flying through the air.

"Thanks, Five," I say with a grin. He turns and smirks before taking off to find another Mogadorian. I turn my head only to scarcely dodge the red light that had flown right by my head. I glance forward and see the Mogadorian who sent the jet of light my way. A glimmer on his chest causes my eyes to dart in that direction only to find the one thing that could make me even angrier than I already am. It's Henri's necklace hanging off of his neck like a prize. The Mog knashes his small shark-like teeth and smiles wickedly.

I sprint forward at him, jumping over bodies and logs in the process, with my gun raised. He reloads his gun and sends another shot at me, but I jump up and twist my body in the air so that it nearly misses my back. As soon as I land on my feet, true fear strikes his face. I run full speed at him and rip my knife out wanting the satisfaction of feeling his life force drain away. The Mog stumbles backwards trying to flee, but he trips over a body in the process. When I'm within inches of him, I slam my knee into his arm and pin his legs down with my telekinesis.

"This is for Henri," I whisper before plunging the knife straight into his black heart. Black blood pumps from his chest on impact and his eyes roll backwards into his head. I rip the necklace off of his neck and put in my pocket. I stand, satisfied with my vengeance, as the ash floats over my shoe. Suddenly, a wild force knocks me over and my head slams against a rock. My world goes black for a fraction of a second before the color comes back. Everything turns from colors to a blur, then from a blur to picture. There's a soldier standing over me with a psychotic look on his face.

"That was my brother you piece of filth!" he roars. I spit at him and stare daggers into his eyes before looking away.

"Look who's talking," I sputter before spitting some blood out of my mouth. The soldier yells in rage before raising his sword to attack, but a red flash from behind stops him. For a second he stands sturdy with a blank expression before puffing into ash. However, standing behind the remnants of the dust dressed in full black with a gun raised and grin plastered across their face, is the last person I expected to see.

Hope you enjoyed it(: Only two more chapters left, guys! Hope that this chapter was intense enough for you! I guarantee that the next one will be(: REVIEW! And again, check out my one-shot about's John's return from Sarah's POV in The Power of Six!