Chapter 2: Lucky Number Five

POV: Six

I open my eyes and see the Guarde crowding over me. I flinch and send an instinctive punch into Eight's gut.

"Geez, girl you've got to stop doing that!"

"Sorry," I reply sheepishly. "Where are we?"

"In Nine's safe house in Chicago." John replies."

"How did we get here?"

"Well," Nine begins. "After you passed out, Johnny boy here, carried you out of the compound, were we stole one of the Humvees and drove here."

"Why does my head hurt so much?"

"Nine offered to carry you up the ladder, and kind of smacked your head against one of the rungs." Eight answers.

"Hey! It was an accident." Nine protests.

"Yeah whatever." I say. "Where's Sam."

"We got separated back in the Mog cave and when we went outside to regroup, a force field popped up."

"Yeah, John ran straight into the force field and passed out for a while."

"Why'd you guys separate from him?" I ask angrily.

"He thought his dad was locked up in one of the cells and ran off to look for him."

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I jump.

"Chill, I got it." John says.

He opens the door revealing… Setràkus Ra. I spring up into a fighting position, although I'm leaning heavily on John.

"How did you find us?" I squeak.

"Chill, it was just a joke."

Setràkus Ra morphs into a sixteen year-old girl with blonde hair and green eyes. I back away from her. She has the look of determination I see whenever I look in the mirror, she's a Loric.

"But how-" My question dies in my mouth.

Before I can do anything Nine rushes at her.

"Nine, don't!"

But this girl can obviously take care of herself, she dodges his strike and sweeps his leg out from under him.

"Who's next?" She asks defiantly.

She is met by silence.

"Well," her voice becomes cheery. "I'm number Five."

My head is suddenly filled with questions.

"Hi, Five, I'm Four."

"Famous number Four, honor to finally meet you. Not very good at laying low, are ya?"

Four blushes. Then, unexpectedly she hugs him.

"Thanks number Four it was your stories that gave me hope. After the one story by the cops in Tennessee I knew you'd met up with another member of the Guarde."

"So what are your Legacies?" I ask.

"I'd love to answer all your questions, but can someone help me with the guys in my car."

"There are others with you?" Marina says.

"I'll help you." Eight says.

He follows her out to her car, a white SUV. When they come back she and Eight are carrying three guys, two boys and a man.

"Sam!" Four and I yell.

I run over and hug him.

"Who are the others?" I ask Five.

"This is apparently Sam and judging by how much the man looks like him, I guess it's his dad. And I think this guy is a Mog."

"WHAT!" We all scream.

"Look, one of my Legacies is mind-reading and this guy is on our side."

"You are a telepath?" Ella asks.

"Well, number Ten, your power is a lot like mine, but you can only communicate with others. I can read into their thoughts, sense their emotions, even against their will."

Everyone becomes silent at that. Ella's face drops. Five notices.

"Well, as of right now, since your Telepathy just developed, but maybe later I could show you some tips to help."

"What are your other legacies?" Nine asks.

"What would be the fun of just telling you? Here, let's make it more interesting, I fight one of you, if you win I tell you my Legacies, if you lose, well, you don't get to know."

"This is gonna be easy." Nine says cockily.

"Then let's make it sweeter. You can only use one Legacy during each fight."

"You're on."

POV: Five

We circle each other in the middle of the room. Nine has his smug grin on his face, but I know who's gonna win this fight. He charges me and I concentrate hard. Time slows down, but I don't. I sprint at Nine and get behind him, pull his arm behind his back and pin him to the ground. I let time return to its normal speed. Everyone gasps. I release Nine and sit on the couch. Everyone looks surprised, but no one is more surprised than Nine.

"What legacy was that?" I ask Nine sarcastically.

"Well I was gonna use my Anti-Gravity on you, but I never got a chance." He replies sheepishly. "What did you use on me?"

"Since, I'm feeling nice today, I'll tell you. That Legacy was time manipulation. Who's next?"

The girl with blonde hair and gray eyes steps up, "Me."

I stand across from her waiting her to make the first move. Suddenly, she vanishes, though I'm not surprised, I knew she was gonna do that. I feel wind coming at my face, so I duck her roundhouse kick, step inside her guard and punch. She counters it with a kick that sends me across the room. I stand up and breathe deeply.

"You don't want to do this, you will turn visible, and you will stop fighting me." I say in a calm voice.

She turns visible, looking shocked and I charge. She dodges my charge and I put her into headlock that she can't get out of. I count to three and then release her. She looks surprised that she lost.

"Chameleor, sweet legacy," I say, impressed and trying to make her feel better. "Besides that's the longest it's ever taken me to beat someone."

"Huh? What's Chameleor?" She asks.

"Although you refer to it as invisibility, the real term is Chameleor, the ability to take on the appearance of your surroundings."

She looks surprised at my knowledge.

"What did you use on me?" She asks, taking a sudden interest in what I'm saying.

"Convinco, the ability to talk anyone into anything."

"My turn." Four says.

"Ok."

Of course I knew what Legacy he was gonna use. He lights his palms and aims it at his feet. He is now a human fireball, so of course like the others, he charges me. I just stand there like a statue, not backing down. Four tries to pull back at the last moment, but can't stop. I step closer to him and punch him in the jaw, he drops like cement.

"Lumen, huh?" Of course he doesn't answer, because he's knocked out.

"Whoa! What was that?" A girl with long brown hair asks.

"Hi, you must be Six, Seven or Eight."

"I'm Seven, but I like to be called Marina."

"Well, Marina that Legacy is a handy one, I can make my skin impervious to wounds."

"Sweet," says a tan boy with curly hair. "By the way I'm Eight."

"Sorry guys but, shows over. Those are all of my Legacies. Marina since one of your Legacies is healing maybe you should help him." I point to the unconscious boy on the floor.

POV: Six

She totally just wiped the floor with us, her legacies are awesome. I wonder how her Cêpan died if she was this strong. She disappears onto the roof, just to be alone. But I have this feeling, a sense of dread, there's something she's not telling us, probably because she thinks that we won't be able to handle. But we can handle anything, can't we?

Look, I'm trying to be as accurate as possible but, I don't cuss so… yeah. If you have any suggestions or advice or an idea for the story, please review. This is my first fanfic so please say something. Thanks for reading!

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