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Awake
I walk into the armory and Hawkeye glances at me before pulling a Tavor off the wall and tossing it to me. I catch it and grin. After the meeting, John had gone with Adam to see some project and I had gone to ask where to find the armory. Then Ella had telepathically rounded most of us up to watch a video on Youtube of the British kid from the telepathic conference at Niagara Falls, waiting for us to pick him up. Six had left with Sam, Daniela, and Ella to get them, leaving the rest of us behind. John and Nine went to do something or other, and I decided to go see a couple of friends.
"How much ammo you want this time?" Hawkeye asks.
"Just two mags," I say. "And one empty one."
"Why?" Rookie asks, passing me the mags.
"Because the gun looks cooler with one in," I say. "Even if I'm not using actual bullets."
"How would you not be using actual bullets?"
I grin and levitate the three mags. Both stare at me in shock then groan.
"Of course Marina's boyfriend gets powers," Hawkeye complains. "I want to throw stuff around with my mind. So what, you're going to shoot balls of compressed Telekinetic energy out of the gun?"
"Pretty much," I nod. "Gotta practice it though. Got a shooting range?"
Hawkeye opens a door and reveals a range on the other side. Well, actually there's a long hallway with a stuffed dummy a distance away.
"What's on the other side of the far wall?" I ask.
"Just dirt," Rookie says. "The range is away from the rest of the base."
I nod, raising the rifle and focusing. My head hurts instantly but I form a force field shaped like an elongated bullet in the rifle's chamber. I sight in on the target and try to launch the force field with telekinesis but the forcefield drops to the floor almost as soon as leaving the barrel, shattering on the ground.
"Wow," Hawkeye grins. "Lethal."
"Shut up," I grumble sighting in again.
This time, I pull the rifle's trigger. When the firing pin strikes the force field, the repulsion energy it's charged with blasts it out of the rifle's barrel, sending it completely through the dummy. We hear a resounding crack after about a second and I lower the rifle, blinking in surprise.
"Wow," Rookie says. "Lethal."
Hawkeye rolls his eyes and we walk down the hallway, past the dummy to the far wall. The force field had drilled into the wall, roughly a thousand meters from where I shot it. It made it about three feet into the solid concrete wall before stopping, leaving an empty tunnel. Hawkeye whistles. Impressed.
"Alright," Hawkeye nods. "I admit. Not bad. Thing's got some power."
"Kicks a little less than a normal round too," I grin looking down at the rifle, where the bolt was locked to the rear, the force field having cycled the weapon when it fired. "I'm going to need to modify that magazine."
I take it out, grabbing a file and quickly filing down the bolt catch and the false bullet on the follower. I rack the weapon back and watch it go home smoothly then grin, slinging it. I step back up to the range and hold my hand out, two fingers extended in a pretend pistol. I form a force field around the tips of my two fingers with a thin strip reaching back along my index finger. Then, I put my thumb down to simulate a hammer falling, touching my thumb to the strip leading back along my finger. The force field launches off my hand, making my hand pull up like a pistol recoil. Once again, the shot makes it to the wall. We go to check on it but it didn't get quite as far. Left a bigger hole though.
"I don't think you need the Tavor," Hawkeye says as we walk back.
"I'm taking it in case I'm too weak to use my Legacies," I say. "Anyway, I gotta go. I'm going to go see if Marina's up."
Hawkeye grins and nods and I walk to the door then stop.
"By the way, you know you're not really working for Lawson, right?"
"Oh, we know," Rookie nods. "But we figured, someone has to take care of these."
"Fair enough," I nod. "You guys got my sword in here?"
"Yeah, you want it?" Hawkeye asks.
"Not right now," I say. "I'll come get it later."
Hawkeye nods and I leave, headed for the infirmary. I take the elevator and as soon as I step out, I hear running from one direction and Five's voice from up ahead. I sigh. This can't be good. Five was supposed to be in some padded room, according to John just after the meeting. Just as I step around a corner, I spot a very free, and very naked Five standing at the door to the infirmary with John in front of him, holding his hands up to tel what I can only assume is Five, not to kill Five. Something about a misunderstanding. I don't really listen because as John's talking, an icicle forms in front of Five's good eye.
"What did I tell you, Five?" Marina snarls from a little ways behind Five. "What did I say would happen if I ever saw you again?"
"Marina, I need you to calm down," John says.
"You want me to calm down?" Marina growls. "I wake up, can barley remember anything about where I am, and this...this bastard is the first thing I see!"
I hold a hand out, creating a force field in front of Five's eye, shielding it from the icicle. Marina growls in annoyance and lets the icicle drop to the ground, shattering. I let the force field fade, shaking my head to clear the headache, and walk over as Five cowers behind John.
"Good morning Marina," I say, walking over to stand in front of her.
"Why are you protecting him?" Marina asks.
"Because he's our prisoner," I say, looking to John.
"He was just helping me with something," John says. "He's heading back to his room now, right?"
"Yes," Five says, voice small.
Then, he turns, walking toward Nine and a dozen or so Marines.
"I'm sorry," Marina sighs, forming a second icicle, breaking the tip off and pressing it to her forehead. "It was just really confusing waking up to his voice. Where are we anyway?"
"We're in a secret military base outside of Detroit," I say as John turns and walks away, deciding to give us privacy. "What can you remember?"
"I remember Setrákus slamming me against the ground," Marina says. "And I remember him coming to me in a dream, trying to get me to let go."
"He did what?" I blink.
"Before I was healed, I had a dream I was standing on a precipice," Marina says sitting down on her bed beside me. "Part of me wanted to let myself fall but I didn't. Then, Setrákus showed up, pretending to be Eight, telling me to jump. Telling me I could be with Eight if I jumped. But, then I heard you. Asking me to stay. After the dream, the last thing I remember is..."
"What?" I ask.
"I remember you kissing me," Marina says, blushing. "But, I can't remember if it was real or another dream. I was out of it, if it was real."
I smile and kiss her. She sighs, kissing me back and wrapping her arms around my neck After a few moments, I pull away and smile.
"Definitely wasn't a dream," I smile. "So, you swear now?"
"Only about Five," Marina snorts. "It just slipped out."
"It's alright," I laugh. "I swore like a...well, I swore really bad, the entire time I was a Marine."
"When did you stop?" Marina asks.
"When I got a second chance at life," I say. "The first time, at least."
Marina looks at me confused until what I mean clicks.
"You mean...when you met me?" Marina asks.
I nod and she smiles, resting her head against my shoulder.
"That was a fun day," Marina smiles.
"Oh tons," I snort. "My helicopter crashes, I get fatally wounded and my legs get turned to pudding, and then I get to feel the worst pain imaginable as some strange alien girl heals me."
Marina laughs. Then, she grins up at me.
"So, barriers huh?" Marina asks.
"And Telekinesis strong enough to catch you and throw Setrákus Ra," I grin. "That's about it so far."
Marina grins and nods.
"If you could have any other Legacy, but only one more, what would it be?" Marina asks.
"Definitely be a teleporter," I snort. "It was so cool. When I wasn't being thrown partway through."
Marina laughs and nods.
"Yeah, you and Eight never did have much luck teleporting together," Marina laughs. "Did anyone else..."
"No," I smile. "Sarah came close, but I was able to use my force fields to keep her alive until John healed her. Shouldn't actually be using my Legacies right now cause I'm supposed to be resting, but I figure, the best way to get sore muscles to recover is exercise, so maybe Legacies are the same. As long as it's in small doses."
Marina smiles and rolls her eyes.
"So where's everyone else?" Marina asks.
"Six, Ella, Sam, and a new Garde names Daniela left to pick up a few more at Niagara falls. Adam is currently working on something or other, Hawkeye and Rookie are in the armory working, and I don't know where Sarah and Mark are. I actually haven't seen Mark since we got here."
Marina nods then yawns.
"What are you still tired?" I laugh.
"A little," Marina says. "I hope you don't expect me to stay in the infirmary."
"Of course not," I laugh. "The rooms are a couple floors down."
Marina nods standing and taking a bite out of her icicle.
"Can I have a piece of your snack?" I ask.
She breaks a piece off, handing it to me and I break it in half, holding the two pieces to my temples.
"Maybe you should give your Legacies a rest," Marina grins as I lead her to the elevator.
"Oh hush," I snort. "I will. Eventually."
Marina laughs and leans on my side as I start to eat the icicle pieces, wrapping an arm around her. A few minutes later, I'm leading her down a hallway where the rooms are. I had picked out a room for myself after the meeting when Sarah gave me the grand tour of the horribly decorated rooms. I tell Marina who's sleeping in which then stop at mine.
"So, you have your pick of these three," I say, indicating the last three doors in this hallway. "They're all decorated the same, have the same seventies style clothing that always looks awful, and are all actually pretty comfortable. Once the dust is gone, at least."
"How come you don't want me staying with you?" Marina asks, hands on her hips. "Getting late-night visits from Daniela?"
"First off, I never said I didn't want you staying with me," I say. "I just wasn't going to assume anything. Second, no, I'm not getting any late night visits from Daniela. She's not my type and it would be pretty awkward to have sex right next to my new girlfriend's infirmary bed."
"You slept next to my bed?" Marina asks, avoiding the rest of the topic.
"Of course," I smile. "I was terrified when you were hurt. So of course I stayed with you."
Marina smiles, and I open the door to our room. Inside, it's just like every other room in the base, more or less. There's a TV that only plays static, a VCR, a painting of a scene outside a window, ugly wall paper, and the dresser has male clothing and female clothing in separate drawers, all of it seventies style. I pull out a few of the outfits and lay them out to see how they look and Marina laughs.
"Oh you are going to be very hot in those," Marina laughs, rolling around on the queen-sized bed.
"Oh don't even start," I grumble, putting the clothes away, gagging dramatically.
Then, I pull her drawer open and it's my turn to laugh, falling backward onto the bed.
She crawls over, peering into the drawer and begins to laugh as well, holding her hand up and floating a complete outfit consisting of a rainbow, spiral and flower print dress that would reach somewhere around her knees, a rainbow headband, a brown leather vest with six inch tassels hanging from every seam, and a pair of shin warmers with even longer tassels. On the floor was one pair of shiny brown shoes and one pair of rainbow high heels. Marina turns the outfit around and I begin to cheer and clap before cackling with laughter. On the back of the vest, is a big bright green peace sign.
"Oh that is going to be priceless!" I laugh.
"I am so not wearing that," Marina laughs, putting it away. "There's normalish clothes in here too. Bellbottom pants and a lot of rainbow tee-shirts."
"Oh no," I laugh. "You're wearing the hippie costume."
Marina smirks and rolls her eyes, closing the drawer. A moment later, there's a knock on the door.
"Everything alright in there?" Sarah asks through the door. "That's a lot of laughing."
"We're just admiring Marina's outfit for tomorrow," I reply.
"Oh I'm sure it's gorgeous," Sarah replies. "Judging by my own selection, I'm sure it's something truly spectacular."
"Just wait," I laugh. "You'll love it."
Sarah laughs and leaves and Marina glares at me.
"I'm so not wearing that," Marina says.
I laugh and kiss her then flop backward onto the bed, sighing then covering my mouth on a yawn. Marina yawns as well and lays down with her head on my shoulder. I'm still grinning and I know she is too. However, after about thirty seconds, we're both out cold.
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