Yet another Navrina fanfic. I know, so many. If you guys get tired of Navrina, I can do others, like Jix, just let me know!

THANK YOU FOR THE AMAZING AND ENCOURAGING REVIEWS! This is a sort of song fic, inspired by the song "Bleeding Out" by Imagine Dragons. Enjoy!

P.S…. The ending was totally not what I planned, it just sorta popped into my head as I was writing it…. Tell me if you like it!

Marina

"Okay, guys, here's the plan," Nine said, smiling maniacally. "Marina and John will be the bait, out in the open." We are planning to ambush a group of Mogs that are getting too close to us, and Nine, Eight, and Six have the best abilities to surprise them. Well, Nine not so much, but you can't really use him as bait. He's huge.

"Alright," John surprisingly agrees with Nine's plan, much to Eight's dismay. "I'll protect them," John reassures him, seeing his expression.

"Besides, you can teleport us out if something happens," I say, leaning my head on his shoulder. He grins, wrapping his arm around my waist.

Nine rolls his eyes at our display of affection, focusing back on the plan. "Okay, so after the Mogs are stupid enough to attack fire boy and the ice princess," he says, gesturing to us as he talks. "We are going to surprise and destroy them."

"That's it? Even they could think of a better plan," Six mutters. "What was the point of this huge meeting?"

"Okay, to be honest, I was expecting it to be longer," Nine says, scratching the back of his neck.

"Me too," Eight whispers to me.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_TIMESKIP_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Me and John 'sneak' through the forest, making as much noise as possible to draw attention. We reach the clearing, flaunting our legacies, not at all trying to conceal ourselves, standing in the middle of the circular field of grass. Soon enough, with the benefit of my night vision, I see Mogs surrounding us in the dark, dense forest.

"John," I whisper, pretending to be having a good time. That's our plan; we're pretending John and I are in love, or something like that. "They're surrounding us," I say, smiling and grabbing his hand, like one of those idiotic girls in high school. I make a big snowflake above us, displaying my 'unnatural' power.

"Great," he says, switching the hand holding mine and wrapping his arm around my waist. "Everything is going as planned," he says, smiling and shining his lumen at the snowflake causing it to explode in to snow. If I was watching myself with John, I'd believe our act. My smile drops slightly as I think of Eight. If he were doing this with some girl… I don't even know how he agreed to our plan. I dismiss the thoughts from my head. Thinking of Eight will make me stop, and this part is crucial. We need to make the Mogs think we're weak, stupid.

I see the Mog commander make a sign, and the Mogs start to close in. "Here they come," I say, smiling through my fear.

"Okay. after they're out in the open, they're goners," he says, pretending to pay no attention to the Mogs. I brush snow out of his hair softly, ignoring my hand shaking. He grabs my hand, sensing my fear. "Hey, it'll be alright," he says, but I can't help this new sense of foreboding. Something's going to happen, something bad.

"John, something's gonna happen," I say, voicing my concerns. "I can feel it."

"It'll be fine. It's alright to be scared, Marina. Just focus. We may need your healing," he says, comforting me while my feeling gets worse as the Mogs approach. "You'll get to spend all the time you want with Eight after this," he rubs my arm, relaxing me.

"Right. It'll be fine. We'll be fine." I say, more to myself. They're out in the open now, and we pretend as if we just notice them.

I gasp, stumbling back into John, which sends us both to the ground. Good. Make us seem helpless and stupid, easy to kill. We get up shakily, and yell at the Mogs.

"Please! Leave us alone! We didn't do anything!" I cry, John's voice joining mine.

Random Mog

What idiots. How could two Lorics possibly think we wouldn't find them? I grin happily. Two easy Loric to kill. If I manage to kill one, maybe I'll get a promotion. Yes! That is a great idea! We surround them, and I push my way to the front.

"Please! Leave us alone! We didn't do anything!" the pathetic snowflake girl cries. I stare at her raising my sword. I'll kill her. She's getting on my nerves. We all charge at the same time, and chaos ensues. I see another girl appear - jet black hair and a dangerous expression is all I see of her before a monsterous yell draws my attention. A huge man is tearing apart anyone he comes across. I shiver. He is one I do not want a private session with. I charge towards the helpless snowflake girl, who is now not so helpless. She shoots spikes of ice everywhere, her back towards me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a huge beast, which looks like it could rival the height of the pitiful humans' Empire State Building.

I turn back towards the girl, still intent on killing her. I charge, refraining from yelling so she doesn't see me coming. I hear the beast roar, which sounds strangely like a human cry of sorrow and anger combined. I don't turn to look as I run the girl through with my sword. I look up at her face, expecting to see pain. That's my favorite part of killing them, the pain when I kill them. But the expression I see is not pain, nor is it the girl's face.

Eight

I see the chaos below me, occasionally swiping my huge paw out, but I mostly concentrate on holding my form. Six is using her element control to mess with the Mogs. I watch Marina as she freezes and impales Mogs right, left and forward. But not behind. A Mog is approaching, and she doesn't see him.

My vision turns red with anger as I roar, shifting while teleporting in front of the blade. I don't feel the pain of the sword piercing my abdomen. All I feel is anger, and the Mog seems surprised to see me there, full of anger, instead of Marina. He seems scared for a moment, before he remembers he's stabbed me. He grins cruelly, and twists the blade. I scream in pain, and with one last burst of strength, I lift the Mog by the throat with telekinesis. He disintegrates, and the battle goes silent as I fall to my knees and black out.

Marina

Suddenly, every Mog in the clearing rises several feet in the air, gasping for breath. They disintegrate and ash rains down. The battle field goes silent as everyone stops fighting, looking around to see who on Lorien had that much power. I hear a thud behind me, and turn to see Eight fall on his side, a sword sticking out of his body.

"Eight!" I yell, rushing to his side. I pull the sword out, turning him onto his back. His eyes are glassy, staring at the sky.

I kneel beside him, pressing my hands to his wound to stop the bleeding. "John! I need your help!" I yell, tears pouring down my face. "You aren't dying on me, Eight. You promised, remember? 'We'll have more days like this,' you said. You are not dying, okay?" I whisper as Eight loses more blood.

I have to focus, to heal him. "John!" I yell again, crying harder.

John's footsteps pound next to me, and he kneels beside me, pressing his hands on top of mine.

"Marina, focus, you can do this," John says, but I barely hear him over my heart pounding in my ears.

I focus as much as I can, and I feel Eight's wound start to close as I sigh in relief. John stands, giving us much needed privacy as Eight's eyes focus, darting around.

"Whe- wha- what happened? Marina?" he asks, confused. He gasps, looking over my shoulder. "Mog! Marina, duck!" he yells, shoving air. I look over my shoulder, confused, and see Nine, with the same expression. "What the-? My legacies aren't working!" Eight says, diving over me towards Nine.

"Eight! That's Nine! Don't attack him!" I say, though I'm not really worried about Nine.

Nine catches Eight, but he put so much force into the jump they both go tumbling down to the floor. Eight snarls, whipping his head towards me. I stumble back in surprise. He looks like and animal - teeth bared, eyes wild. Worst of all, his previously beautiful emerald eyes are a glazed, dark, rotted green. His teeth seem sharp, dangerous, and blood drips from them.

"What the-?" John mutters, eyes wide, frozen in shock. Eight looks at each of us in turn, then looks back at Nine. Although his legacies aren't working, Nine can't seem to push him off. When Nine manages to kick Eight off, he runs away, real fear in his eyes. Eight lands on both feet and hands, like a dog. He stands, running after Nine.

"Little help, guys?!" Nine yells, snapping us all out of our trance.

"Eight! Stop!" I yell, getting his attention. "Eight, please," I say as he creeps closer to me. "This isn't you," I beg.

"This is him now," Eight says in a deep, evil voice that is not his own. "You like my new weapon? The first prototype was in the swords of the troops that attacked you," the voice says as Eight smiles like a rabid dog. "If all goes as planned, you shouldn't be able to stop him. He'll kill all of you!" Eight laughs maniacally, but doesn't attack.

"Shit," John says, and Eight's eyes flicker to him a second before he leaps toward him. He tackles him to the ground, punching him in the chest with a loud crack, and John howls in pain.

"John!" Six cries, drawing Eight's attention to her. He snarls, jumping off John and running towards Six.

"Eight, no!" I yell, claiming his violent attention. I brace myself for his attack, closing my eyes. But it never comes. I open my eyes, and see Eight staring at me with his eyes narrowed, thinking. Then it dawns on me. "Guys, don't move," I say. "And don't say a word. He won't attack me,"

"M-Mar-rin-na?" Eight says in a horribly scratchy voice, but much more his own.

I want to cry in relief, but I don't. "Yes, Eight, it's me," I say softly, inching closer. When I'm within arms' reach, I hold my hand out, and Eight backs away, suspicious. "No, it's-" I begin to say before Nine forgets himself and yells at Eight.

"Oh, come on, man! She ain't gonna hurt you!" he immediately slaps a hand over his mouth, but it's too late. Oh, shit. Eight sprints toward him, the feral look in his eyes a thousand times stronger than before.

"Sorry, Marina," Nine says before punching Eight as hard as he can. Eight flies back, face still set in a snarl. When he lands, on his back, the force of Nine's punch drives him into the ground and he skids back, ripping up grass and creating a foot deep trench. He doesn't get up, and I run to heal him. By all rights, that should have broken his spine, and probably many more bones. When I get to him, he's laying on his back, eyes closed, face strangely peaceful.

I touch his arm, and his eyes fly open, still a disgusting green, but even murkier and darker than before. He leaps up, much too fast to be normal, even for us Loric. He snarls, yet again, and I'm struck by the sudden thought that by the end of the day, his throat will be totally raw. He runs towards Nine, again. He seems to really hate him in this strange spell.

None tries to hit him, just like last time, but Eight dodges and uses Nine's momentum to pull him by his still outstretched arm and flip him overhead. We all gape in shock, but also fearful awe at Eight's newfound power. Nine gets up, baiting Eight. "That all you got? Come on, come get me!" he says, and they begin to fight.

It soon turns into a fight resembling our hand-to-hand training, and instead of worrying for Nine, I start to worry for Eight. Nine is unbeatable in hand-to-hand. Eight doesn't stand a chance. They continue fighting, and Eight is holding out longer than normal, even longer than Six. Eight hasn't even broken a sweat, whereas Nine is panting like crazy. Eight appears to get bored, and starts to move faster. Punch, duck, kick, dodge, kick. Kick, punch, dodge, punch. He starts landing more and more hits, and soon enough, Nine is on the ground, gasping for air as Eight's hand closes around his throat.

"Eight! Please!" I beg, but either he doesn't hear me or doesn't care. He continues choking Nine, leaning in close.

"That all you got?" Eight mocks.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see John sprinting towards the two of them. He tackles Eight, pinning him down.

John

As I pin Eight down, I'm surprised at how much strength it takes. Whatever the Mogs did to him, it's turned him into some sort of super-Loric. In our training, I used to be able to beat him without much effort. Now, it's the opposite. Instead of struggling, he laughs. He laughs like he's gone crazy, and easily pushes me off.

"You want to try me, Johnny boy?" he says cruelly, and I flinch. In all the time I've known him, he has never once shown anger, much less cruelty. He gets up, and kicks me in my recently healed ribs. Suddenly, he's gone. I turn my head to see Marina and Eight rolling in the grass, each trying to end up on top. Eight, with his crazy new strength, succeeds. I expect him to attack her, but he doesn't, simply snarling at her, like an animal.

"Please, Eight," Marina begs, and he stops snarling, looking down at her in confusion. I imagine there will be bruises on her arms later. "You promised," she says, crying now. "You said you'd never hurt me," she says and Eight's hold on her loosens. "You said you'd never leave me," she whispers, and that seems to be the breaking point for Eight. He lets go entirely, and stands up. He looks at all of us, and presses both hands to his mouth.

"Oh my gods," he whispers, catching sight of me and Nine. "What have I done?"

"It wasn't your fault, Eight," Marina soothes, getting up. She lays a hand on his shoulder, and he recoils.

"No, no no no no…" he says frantically. "I'm dangerous. You need to lock me up, or get away," he says, holding his hands out in front of him and backing away.

"No, you're not dangerous, Eight," Six says. "Let's all just go back to the penthouse and talk, okay?" Eight stares at her, then each of us in turn.

"But… what if… that happens again?" he asks shakily. "I could hurt you guys," he winces. "I already did," he adds in a whisper.

"Marina's right, Eight, it's wasn't your fault," I say. "Besides, you got some sick strength from that," I grin. "You even judo-flipped Nine," Eight relaxes, and smiles tentatively.

"We're your family, Eight," Marina cuts in. "We love you no matter what."

Eight, blinks, dumbfounded. He opens his mouth to say something, then promptly crashes to the floor in a dead faint. Marina gasps. Fresh blood soaks his shirt, the wound we healed appearing again.

"What the hell?!" Marina yells, kneeling beside Eight and healing him again. I come over to help, but she's done already. Eight's eyes flicker open, the disgusting green again consuming them.

"Oh no, not again," Marina whispers, closing her eyes. But unlike last time, Eight's eyes flicker, switching from rot-colored to emerald.

"Marina, look," I whisper. She opens her eyes, and I point to his. "That didn't happen last time," I say.

She begins to say something, but is cut off by Eight muttering. "Not… again…" he says, clenching his fists. "Mai… più…. Esci… dalla… mia… testa…!" he says.

"Since when does he know italian?" Six asks. I stare at her. "What? We lived in Italy for a while. Anyway, he said 'Never again. Get out of my head,'"

I turn back to Eight, who is now completely relaxed, eyes their normal color. "Well, it's gone for good," he says, putting his hands behind his head. "You guys just wanna stay here a while?" he asks, smiling.

"Absolutely," Marina responds, curling up next to him and putting her head on his chest. Eight looks content as he wraps an arm around her, the other playing with her hair.

"We'll meet you guys back at the penthouse," Six says, grabbing my hand. As we leave, though, I hear a bit of their conversation.

"I'm glad you're alright," Marina says.

"I'm glad I didn't hurt you," Eight says. "I love you too much to bear that."

Okay, short… um… what do you call it? Notice? That's it, a notice of sorts. I'm going to be posting on this story every two weeks, because I'm going to start a new one, not Lorien Legacies related, so…

Sorry? It's going to be Percy Jackson-y related, so, if you're a fan, awesome! If not, sorry for the fewer updates.

Review please? I'm running out of ideas!