Wow! The reaction to the prolouge of this story was just Amazing! Thank you so much for favoriting, reviewing, following, and just reading the story. Ever view puts a smile on my face.
This story actually has a plot now, all thought out and planned, so it will be longer than i originally had expected. Actually, this fic is kind of like what i would add in as the next lost files novella.
Chapter 1 came out a bit more rushed that i would've liked...but for now its the best i could do. I promise the next chapter will be better, especially cause i have almost a month of vacation now!
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Wren
1
"Where is he?"
It's a question that has to be asked. It been stored in the back of my mind since the moment I woke up, festering slowly in its dark pit, until eventually it was forced out on to my lips.
"I don't know." Six answers. It's early afternoon, and we have left the hotel. Six and I are sitting in the beat up red truck she managed to steal a few days ago, waiting for Nine to come down. He stuck behind in the room, claiming to have lost something of his.
When Six asked him what, he didn't have an answer.
"I'm sorry Marina. But after you fell unconscious…and when we got back, Nine went back to the scene to look for him. It was stupid and dangerous, but Eight meant-"
I cringe at her use of the past tense. Six's eyes widen.
"I mean, Eight means a lot to all of us." She quickly corrects herself, clearly uncomfortable. "He wasn't there Marina."
I look away from Six now. Everything about the present hurts to me now, but crying in front of her will just make me seem all the weaker. I need to hold it together, not only for me, and not only for Eight, but for all of us.
"Nine spent two hours out there, looking in every corner, but he couldn't find a thing." Six continues, her voice soft. "The body is gone. I don't know what it means, but until we have a body, anything is possible."
"There's a scar on my leg Six." I grit through my teeth, staring hard out the front window. My tone comes out sharper then a meant, and Six, startled, blinks furiously at me.
"So what?" She says back, slamming her hand on the door. "Anything is possible in this fucked up world of ours! For heavens sake, we are Aliens with supernatural powers! So what if a charm used to bind us together? It's broken, it has been ever since I found John. It doesn't mean anything to anyone anymore, that scar on your leg, it doesn't mean anything either!"
Six is breathing heavily now, half on the edge of hysterics. I have never seen her show such strong emotions before, and somehow I feel ashamed. I'm not that only one who has been hit hard by the last few days, and I can't afford to forget that.
"Anything is possible." Six seethes, her dark eyes blazing. "And I am willing to bet the future of the whole goddamn Lorien race on the fact that there is a way to get Eight back. One, Two, and Three may be lost, but that was back when the charm worked. Now it doesn't. Anyone can die, and anyone can come back."
She's done now, and with one last narrowing of her eyes, Six turns back to face the windshield, hands gripping the wheel. I find myself unable to answer her, but it doesn't matter. Six doesn't want an answer from me; she just wants me to understand.
Understand that no matter how dark it may seem today, tomorrow there will always be new hope.
Nine chooses then to swing open the back seat door and hop in the truck, a forced grin on his face.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Nine asks, looking between Six and I, oblivious to the tension in the air. Or maybe ignoring it. "Let's get going. Johnny boy needs us."
There's some type of white sawdust covering most of Nine's shirt, giving me an idea to what he might have been doing back up in the room. Six ignores him, but starts up the engine anyways. The car growls for a moment, then lurches forwards, and then we are on our way.
"If his body wasn't there, there's a chance the Mogs may have taken him." I say over dinner at a small diner, just a few mere hours away from Chicago. Six and Nine look up at me in perfect synchronization, their faces clear of any trail of emotion. If not for the current situation, I probably would've found it funny.
"What would they do with his body?" Nine says, stuffing a piece of hamburger in his mouth. He's the only one out of the three of us that can still eat. "Keep it locked up in a vault as a trophy? Burn it? Throw it into the ocean?"
Six doesn't say anything at all. She looks down at her plate and pushes around her salad with the stained fork the diner had provided with our food.
"I don't know." I admit to Nine, pushing away my plate. "But as long as they don't harm the body, we can't give up."
When we finally enter Chicago it's near midnight, and the usually busy streets of the city are oddly lifeless. Nine is driving now; Six is sitting shotgun, and I'm in the backseat. No one has spoken since we left the diner.
"Have any of you spoken to Four or Ella?" I ask them. The question hadn't occurred to me before, but now am I curious. Did they finally wake up? Was the newly burnt scar in Four's thigh enough to break him out of the odd comatose state?
"No." Six answers sharply.
"Shouldn't we call Sam or Malcolm to ask if they are ok?" I press on. Six turns around and glares at me hotly.
"What's the point?" She grits through her teeth. "It's not like anything happened to them. They've just been sitting handy dandy all day in Nine's fancy ass apartment."
Six turns back around before I can answer. It's clear that she doesn't want anyone to push the subject any further, but I can't help it. I can't take the chance that anyone else will get hurt.
"Five is a traitor." I tell Six. "Five knows where we live. Meaning, the Mogs probably do too."
I expect a reaction from one of the two moody teenagers sitting up front, but Nine slamming down on the brakes and making an abrupt u-turn is not the one I had in mind.
"Shit." Nine curses under his breath.
"What?" Six and I say at the same time, Six's tone coming out as more of an accusation than question.
"They know that we'll be heading towards the apartment." Nine says angrily, speeding through the nonexistent traffic. "Marina is right- something is up with Four. He would've contacted us a long time ago if he were ok, or at least Sam or Malcolm would've."
"Since when did you become Mr. I'm-Mature-Enough-To-Make-Decisions?" Six taunts, putting a slender leg on the windshield.
"Shut up." Nine retorts. "Get over yourself for once and do something useful. Why don't you call that petty human boyfriend of yours, huh? Aren't you worried that poor Sam will get hurt?"
"He's not my boyfriend!" Six seethes. She looked ready to tear out his throat, and I know that now it's my time to intervene. Thing have been, well, intense between Nine and Six these past few days.
"How about we just relax? Lets go to a motel outside of the city for the night, and we'll call Sam from there?" I suggest lightly. Surprisingly enough, my words seem to work, for as soon as I utter them both Six and Nine relax back into their rigid selves.
"Fine." Nine grunts, taking a sharp turn left. "But you're paying for the cell phone bill."
"Hello?"
"Sam! It's Marina!" It's a bit hard to hear Sam through the line- there's a lot of static- but even through that I can tell that he is alive and well.
"Marina? Is Six ok? Are you guys ok? Where have you been?" His voice crackles through the cheap burner phone. "Don't go back to the apartment! Whatever you do, don't go back there!"
"Don't worry, we aren't there." I tell him. The line is quiet for a moment and I'm afraid that I lost connection, but then a different voice sounds through the line.
"Marina?" John asks.
"John! I'm sorry we didn't get in touch before." I tell him, trying to sound as mature and confident as I can. It won't help anyone to know that I am crumbling on the inside.
"Marina, thank God. Are you all ok?" John breathes into the phone. The question brings tears to the corner of my eyes, and softly I draw in a breath. "Marina I think that Five is a traitor…did you, kill him? There was a scar…"
"No." I say, my voice wavering slightly. I hope that John won't notice. "Five escaped, but he was hurt. He is a traitor. They, brainwashed him…and he tried to kill Nine…"
"Marina, if Five escaped…what does that mean? He tried to kill Nine? Is Nine dead? Goddamit I'll fucking tear out Five's throat if he killed his own brother, his own kind…what is wrong with him…what I saw…it couldn't be true…" John rattles. By now my face is hot with tears, and it's taking all my self-control not to burst out into sobs. I'm so upset, that I don't even notice the fact that John mentioned that he was having visions again. I don't care, honestly. I just want him, I want that curly haired angel back.
"No John, Nine is ok." I say softly. "Eight is gone."
"Hey Marina you know what?"
"What?"
"You're a beautiful great person."
"Um..thanks?"
"I'd say that you were pretty great, but I'd be lying."
"Thanks again?"
"You aren't pretty, you are beautiful."
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Wren