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*Six's POV*

Screw him. The bastard. Making me think that we'd actually work. And then I kissed him because he said he would want to be kissing me.

Stupid liar.

I hate him.

It used to be mindless rivalry before, but now I honestly hate him and screw any part of me that thinks otherwise. Asshole.

I storm back into his freaking penthouse. The others stare at me as I make my angry walk towards my room, water dripping from my hair and clothes. I hear thunder outside. Gee, I wonder why.

After a quick change of my clothes, I manipulate the air so that I can dry my hair. I'm now dressed in black pants and a gray tank top. I pull my hair back in a ponytail and make my way towards the Lecture Hall.

I set up some paper Mogs and a few obstacles. I need to let all my anger out. I need to. So I pick up a gun and I shoot. I shoot, I shoot, I shoot, and I don't stop, not one second to actually take a breath. I shoot at the Mogs because I hate them, because I hate Nine, because I hate the freaking world right now. I dodge obstacles, I jump, I run, I roll and I don't care if I get hurt, but my body works at its own. A natural at combat. You can't catch me. You can't hurt me.

And I don't know if I'm addressing these thoughts at the Mogs… or Nine.

*NINE'S POV*

"What's up with Six?" Marina asks.

"Nothing," I say when I enter the penthouse again.

"Is she okay?" Sam asks.

"Don't know."

"Did you see her before she came here?"

"Yeah."

"Did you ask her what's wrong?"

"Don't care."

I turn and leave because I can't stand that human boy asking me anymore questions. I use my super hearing to try and find Six's voice. I don't hear her talking, but I hear her grunting. She must be training in the Lecture Hall because I can hear the sounds of gunshots.

Should I go apologize for my idiocy?

I'll probably just say something even stupider.

Should I completely ignore her?

The others will notice.

Should I go back to taunting her and fighting her?

I think she'll end up shooting me.

I sigh, running a hand through my hair.

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After a while, the gunshots ceased, and I managed to hear the door slam shut. Six left, to who knows where.

Now, as the rest of us watch a movie, we all hear the sound of the door opening and Six walks in, holding a brown box in her hand.

"Where have you been?" Sam asks her.

"Oh, shut up," she says, rolling her eyes.

She stops walking and opens the box. Four peers over her shoulder. "Six," he says. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm showing certain people how a real warrior acts upon fear," she says, and then she sends a steely glare in my direction. Without breaking eye contact with me, she says, "Face it." She starts walking in the direction of the Lecture Hall. Marina and Eight look at each other, shrug, and follow her, so the rest of us follow suit.

What is she up to now?

Six dumps the contents of the box onto the floor. She glares at the slugs that she brought. She crouches down, picks a couple and sets them on her hand. "I'm not afraid of you anymore," she says to them, but her voice is tight and her back is straight, like she's trying not to shudder. She lets them roll down her arm, and it's immensely gross. "See?" She turns to us. "Harmless. I don't fear them." She runs a hand over the ones in a pile that are trying to walk away from each other. "I'm a soldier. I fear no one, and no one can hurt me." I have a feeling she's not talking about the slugs.

Six stands up, and she squishes the pile of slugs with her foot. She purposefully bumps into me on her way out of the Lecture Hall and doesn't give me a second glance, like I'm just another slug she happened to step on.

Nine, you have massively screwed up. Massively.

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I adjust Marina and Ella's aims. I look around as they shoot at the paper Mogs. John is working with Sarah and Sam. Eight is wielding a sword, practicing on some dummies. And Six… Six is working with Malcolm, who sits at the Lectern, sending obstacles at Six and being careful not to disturb everyone else's training.

Marina lowers her gun and stares at Six in awe. Malcolm is sending balls of fire at her, and she is dodging, jumping between them. She backflips over a large one, landing in a crouch. She rolls over as metal spikes fly at her. She's so graceful. Everyone has stopped training and is looking at her. It's beautiful. Six summons a gust of wind and uses it to intercept the paths of spikes and fireballs. She uses her telekinesis to stop another bunch of them in midair, yet she goes on with her ducking, leaping, and dodging. Even Malcolm is amazed. Hell, I'm amazed, and I'm me.

One of Malcolm's new installations comes at Six. Robots –a dozen of them, and she's weaponless, but nevertheless, she blasts two of them with lightning, and rains on another one. The third robot goes haywire. Not waterproof then. Six lifts one up and throws it overhead. She punches another one, and blood drips from her knuckles, but the wound closes up soon enough. Rapid Regeneration legacy.

With eight more left, Six jumps onto one of their backs and fiddles with the wires. She clings on to it when it charges at its friends. As the robots collide, Six lets go does a double summersault forward. To explode. Half a dozen left. Marina gasps as Six gracefully veers between the fighting group of robots and lifts an inactive one. She uses it to crush the others.

I'm in awe. If this is the result, I definitely need to piss her off more often.

She looks at Malcolm. "Sorry 'bout your automatons," she says. "Awesome training though."

Malcolm grins at her. "That was great, Six," he says. "Keep it up."

Then, she turns to us, as if acknowledging our presence for the first time. "What?" she asks, bewildered.

"That was so cool, Six," Sarah says.

Six shrugs her shoulders. "Like I said, I fear no one," she says. "Even when the Mogs think they can confuse me, I'm still fully focused on kicking their ass."

Once again, NOT talking about the Mogs.

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