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John

I stare into the cold eyes of my opponent. Two empty, black pools of darkness. An ugly scar stretches across his throat, glowing a strange purple. His ashen skin is paler than usual.

I face Setrakus Ra, ruler of the mogadorians.

I am number four, and I will make them pay.

This is the beginning of the end.

XxxX

There are three things going through my head at this moment. And they sound a little like this; weaponless, stupid, and death.

Hey, Pittacus? I know you're watching, because, well, it's your battle too. I could, um, use some help.

I pray to the elders. But it's no good.

I notice Setrakus hasn't used his Dreynen on me yet, and I can't help but wonder why.

Finally, after a long, hard debate with myself, I decide that the elders, (or anybody else, if your listening), will only help me if I'm in a life-and-death situation.

I charge at Setrakus, who is currently in the middle of maiming Nine.

Nine has a large, open wound. Blood pours everywhere. But somehow, he manages to spit insults at Setrakus and keep one hand on his dagger.

I bend down to heal Nine, who has now been downsized to his knees.

But before I can touch him, he disappears. Yes, that's right, he disappears.

Now, I've seen a lot of things in my life. Hell, I've seen Eight teleport. But this is different. One moment he was there. One moment he was gone. Poof.

I furrow my eyebrows and stare at the spot my friend once lay.

"What did you do to him?" I say to Setrakus. He laughs in a maniacal way, then grins with joy.

I grit my teeth. I'm starting to lose my temper. And when I lose my temper…

It's only happened once before. And it was only because some poor human made a move on Six. Lets just say, I was not a happy camper.

When an overload of power happens, I'm so overwhelmed, I can't help it. I faint, blackout, whatever you like to call it. I'm not saying I would not like to slowly inflict the most painful torment ever on this man, but if I do, I'll be leaving for the rest of this battle. And I can't leave my friends alone.

"What did you do to him?" I spit, standing up. Setrakus smiles. But through his mask of bravado, I see terror. The ruler of mogadorians, the slayer of humans, the author of the "Great Book", the Beloved Leader himself, is terrified of me.

I open my palm, and a tiny fireball emerges. Inside the fire, I see a tiny coin. It's black, and just the size of a dime.

I reach through the fire, and carefully pick it up.

As soon as the tiniest sliver of my hand touches it, it expands into a full-sized flaming, black sword. The handle is black, and so is the fiery blade. I smile.

Thanks Pittacus.

Setrakus rears back, and his eyes widen.

"Scared?" I ask.

"I-I am not! Never have I been so disgraced! To fear a garde? I am not scared." Setrakus radiates rage.

"Why not? A dead man once told me that fear is a weapon." I sneer, referring to the time he declared that very sentence to intimidate me. The blood drains from Setrakus' face.

I raise my sword, and Setrakus unsheathes a gleaming, bronze sword, it has engravings written in mogadorian, and I'm sure they don't mean anything good. The sword has a large crack through the middle of it. I've never seen it before.

It takes me another precious second of staring, to realize the sword has a strange eye on the handle. The staff. The sword is the staff. It can change form?

Our swords clash, green light emanates from my fiery sword, and red from Setrakus's. Loric against mogadorian.

Setrakus rears back, and uses my slight stumble as a weapon. As I trip forward, he slashes at my neck, and I have just enough speed to parry his attack. But I'm twisted on my back, and his sword and mine are a little too close to my neck.

My legs are on fire. I don't mean that they hurt so much, they could be on fire. They are on fire.

My body roars with flames. Heat waves radiate into Setrakus' eyes. Giving me the perfect chance.

I kick out, and slash my sword across Setrakus' exposed back.

He roars, and yells something like "Lorien will fall!" but it sounds weak and half-hearted.

We stay like that for about half an hour. Roaring in outrage every time one gets hurt.

Finally, Setrakus shifts his weight from his right foot to his left. Giving me the perfect amount of time to twirl into a round-house kick, and shove him to the ground.

Setrakus's neck whips around to stare at me. But before he can get up, I aim my sword at his neck, at just the perfect angle to… decapitate him.

"Who do you think you are?" Setrakus growls.

"I am number four."

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel it. Pain,pain like no other.

A searing pain, through my heart, through my chest, through my arms, through my legs. Everywhere.

I know what it is when I feel it. My good side, and my bad side, at war. And judging from the pain, my bad side is the winner.

I struggle to keep my hold on Setrakus.

Blinding pain.

I see spots. It feels like someone is pressing a hot metal iron against my forehead.

My body is literally splitting in two. My sword grows sweaty in my hand, and the only thing in control of my body is… whatever is invading me.

Suddenly, all the buzzing in my head, the ringing in my ears, the chaos in my mind, the trembling of my body, it all stops. And for a split second, i'm left in utter and absolute peace.

And then it takes over.

Imagine watching yourself doing something horrible, and not being able to do anything about it. That's how I feel.

With the very last of my strength, the very last of my control, I yell one thing; "Ella!"

And she appears.

She yields my dagger, and holds it in front of me.

"Y-you did us proud!" She sobs. Her eyes are utterly broken. And I know how much pain she's in, and how much courage it took to do this.

I feel a pain in my back, and realize it's my dagger.

I think about everyone. Henri, Six, Ella, Sarah.

The last thing I see is Six.

My vision turns black.

XxxX

Ella

I stare at John's lifeless body.

I hear cries from my fellow garde, and know that a new scar has seared itself into their ankles. Two new scars in one day.

I feel numb all over. How could I have let this happen. How could I have done this? I am a horrible, horrible person.

Tears stream down my cheeks. Sobs wrack my broken and tired body.

"You have seen reason, my granddaughter." Setrakus says. His voice makes everything a thousand times worse.

I grit my teeth and stand up. I know what I have to do.

"Y-yes." I struggle to force the words out of my mouth.

"Join me, my child. Join the winning side. We will rule Earth together." Setrakus tells me.

I dont say anything, but take his outstretched hand. I stumble on my untied shoelace and fall.

I have a perfect view of Setrakus's bare left ankle.

"Yes, grandfather. I've joined the winning side." I declare.

I pull John's dagger back, and stab my grandfather in the ankle.

I have never, in my entire life, heard anything more satisfying, than the horrifying cries of pain of my sworn enemy, my grandfather.

He falls forwards. and I take this opportunity to sprint away. We'll have to come up with a plan, and fast.

I run to Six, and take her hand. She scans the battle-field, looking for John.

John. I begin to cry again. Ugly, loud wails. Tears are flowing down my face.

I grip John's dagger even tighter.

I know one thing; John smith did not die in vain.

Hope you enjoyed, I promise next chapter I will feature Marina and her new legacy! Please R&R if you enjoyed :D