Hello Again,

It has been a while. Here is a new chapter ~ finally! 🌊 🌊

Six POV

I'm sitting in my room after the game, my throat closes up and I can feel the sting of tears in my eyes. More prominent in my left – I wonder why that is? I want to be stronger, and forget the past. The truth is, I had no idea I would react like that. Perhaps my reactions have triggers, similar to a migraine or depression. What would the trigger be?

Nine and I were fighting – that's nothing new. Then he kicked me to the ground. Kicked me to the ground….

*Flashback*

The Mogadorian guard deposited me back in my cell after a fresh round of torture. This new cell faintly smelt of burnt lavender. I can only imagine who or what was here before me. I don't want to continue like this. I scream and start madly punching and kicking things. Hearing my outburst, the Mog guard returns and unlocks my door. He isn't alone. Standing next to him is some odd creature, very dark in colouring. My eyes can't make out its figure – just the general shape. It enters my cell and stands in front of me. The room goes cold. I start reliving every fear I have ever had, it feels like there is no happiness left in the world. The creature kicks me to the ground and hovers over me. "Enough!" The Mog guard barked at it. I can't move. I can't think. I can't. I.

*End Flashback*

I drift out of my memories and come back to my senses, breaking out in a cold sweat. Too far. I can't deal with this memory today. I lie on my bed in silence, relishing the release from that monster. I have a new weakness, for the moment. Unless I can find a way to ignore it or abolish it, I am almost useless in battle. I cannot be kicked to the ground. How pathetic.

There is a soft knock on my door. Marina said she would pop in later and fix my voice. I am eager to communicate effectively again, so I stand up and let her in.

"This shouldn't hurt" she says. I trust her.

I nod encouragingly, and Marina places her hands on my throat to begin 'healing'. I've never really understood how the process works, and don't look to in the future. A cold sensation begins in my throat, and after a few moments, it is gone again.

"Hello?" I venture.

"Yes! Oh I was so sure it wouldn't work, not that I didn't want you to speak, but, I didn't want to get my hopes up." Marina replies, kindly awkward, just as I remember her.

"Okay, well, I'll see you tomorrow then." I want to be alone.

"Yes, tomorrow." Marina gets up and closes the door softly behind her as she leaves.

I sigh, it has been so long since I last heard my voice.

"My name is Six." It sounds odd and alien to me. Is this the same voice I once had?

I spend some time reciting the alphabet, as well as number and old poems I can vaguely recollect. Somewhere during that time, I fall asleep.

The next day ~~~~~

After some idle wandering around, I find the living room that leads to the kitchen. Though nothing compared to the hive of the Mog base, it is going to take a while to get used to this. The smell of eggs and bacon wafts to my nose and my mouth waters. Food, yum.

I pad in to the kitchen in my socks and am greeted by John and Nine. I guess the others are still asleep.

"Morning," I say to them.

They do a double take. Never heard a girl speak before?

"Didn't Marina tell you she fixed my voice last night?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow.

"Well, we didn't really see her, and our expectations were… low" John replies, "I mean, Marina has never healed a voice before, and we didn't know the extent of your injuries and…" he peters off.

"But that's all fine now, do you want breakfast, Six?" Nine queries gruffly.

"Sure"

I sit down to a sizable plate of bacon and eggs, it looks delicious, so I tuck in hungrily. Unfortunately, I am only able to finish a quarter of the plate.

"Sorry", I say "I just haven't eaten anything in so long." How pathetic I must look.

John's face darkens, and he turns away. Marina, Sarah and Ella walk in to the room. Eight is a little behind them.

"Yum! Eggs and Bacon for brekkie!" Eight crows.

Everyone rolls their eyes in sync. No seriously, it's quite frightening.

After breakfast, we all gather in the living room. I can see that some of them want to ask me questions about my time away, but I really want answers, so I voice my thoughts.

"What happened with five?"

John speaks up.

"We planned to meet her by the hamburger joint in Illinois, as you know. But she was too open about her plans, kept a diary and confided in people she couldn't trust. Her name was Jennifer, Jen for short. Jen's cepan, Arnold, was killed two years prior to her death. She hadn't learnt how to survive properly, and was stupid in her actions. When we arrived at the hamburger joint, it was blown up, and there were Mogs waiting for us. We retreated before we initiated a battle and escaped. Jen didn't." he recalls. He's just as I remember him, business like as ever.

"We were so scared when we got that scar, but the markings were unrecognizable." Ella adds.

"I got the scar too, but I had no idea who it was." I offer

The room goes quiet for a little while. I realise that we are it, all that is left. We are the only Loric left on this Earth. That is a very scary thought indeed.

"So" John starts

"What we were really wondering is." Marina adds.

"What happened?" says Eight.

"The day I was taken you were all resting and I was on guard duty. The Mogs came and told me it was all of you or me. I chose me. Simple as that." I stated indifferently.

There is a stunned silence in the room.

"You never ask for help" Nine says. He gets up and walks out of the room. Everyone's eyes follow him and he weaves around the couches.

I shrug, "What did I do?"

"You leaving hurt all of us" Eight said with some resignation, "But Nine really couldn't deal. He got hurt the most."

"I'll go apologise" I say and stand up to follow him. Wow, what a jerk, who was the one who got captured?

If I were a Nine, where would I go?

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