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As promised, this chapter, and the next two or three, for that matter, are going to be absolutely crazy. Please review and tell me if they get too crazy, I have a tendency to… overdo things.
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Thanks once more for reading! Chapter 11 is here! Enjoy!

Sarah

'John!' I scream in horror.

I can't stop shaking. I just saw John….. The General just grabbed him and he just fell. What if he's…

No. John isn't dead. He's powerful, and he won't go down so easily. He'll think of something. He's going to make it out alive. He has to be alive.

I need him to be alive.

A guttural howl sounds out, and Bernie Kosar leaps out of the open door of the helicopter, changing into a hawk mid-air, and spiralling down after John. I stare after him. I'd completely forgotten about him.

I don't know why he hung back during the battle. Maybe he saw John motion to us to stay back and thought it applied to him too. Maybe he decided to guard us while John went on offense. Whatever the case, he's gone to help John now. John will be fine. I feel relief surge through me….

Only to be replaced by ice-cold terror, as I realize the Mogodorian ship next to us is drawing back, rejoining the fleet behind us. It suddenly occurs to me that there's been an eerie silence for the last few seconds, almost as if the Mogs have stopped firing at us…..

Of course. They don't want to destroy their own ship if they can help it. They've been waiting for it to pull back. As soon as it does, they'll have a clear line of fire. Once they do, there's nothing we can do to stop them from blasting us out of the sky.

And BK just left us undefended.

We have to find the other Garde now.

John

I plummet downwards, wrestling with the General, trying to push him away from me so that I can use my telekinesis to stop myself from falling.

Unfortunately, he's too strong. I can feel us picking up speed, the ground getting closer every moment, but he's got the upper hand. His right hand has clamped me in a vice-like grip, and since I'm below him, I have no way of brushing him off.

With a defiant screech, BK spirals down towards me in hawk form, his talons digging into my shoulders, trying to lift me back to the helicopter. I try to yell out a warning, but it's too late.

The General snarls. 'Filthy Chimaera!' he snaps. 'Stay out of this!'

He tries to grab hold of his gun or his sword, but he can't reach them without letting go of me. Instead, he lashes out with his left hand with surprising speed, his fingers clamping around BK's wing. BK squawks with surprise and tries to get away, but as I've already found out the hard way, the General's grip is too strong.

'Got you, you Loric filth.' he grunts, crushing BK's wing within his hand. BK lets out a screech of pain, and I can sense him losing consciousness as the General heaves, sending him tumbling down towards the trees below.

'Go on, Number Four.' he grins savagely, looking down at me. The ground is approaching at an alarming rate, and I know that if I don't do anything in the next five seconds, I'm going to be a Loric pancake on the ground. 'Use your Legacies or we both die.'

I reluctantly focus on my telekinesis, but it's already too late to stop. We're falling to fast, and the best I can do is to slow us down in fits and jerks, so that it feels like we're tumbling down a gigantic invisible staircase instead of free-falling. I know this still won't stop me from being breaking every bone in my body when we land.

The ground is so close now, I can make out the individual trees in the dense woods below us. Out of the corner of my eye, I see BK crash into one of them and topple on to the ground.

I panic.

With a final surge of desperation, I create one last telekinetic barrier, trying furiously to prevent us from certain death.

With a sudden jerk, our fall slows down, giving me whiplash across my back. We're falling slowly enough that we won't die on impact. Even so, I am dimly aware that this is going to hurt.

With a thud, I crash through the trees and slam into the ground, my already injured back bruising even more. My breath is knocked out of me as the General lands on top of me, crushing my ribs like potato chips. He bounces off me and comes to a halt a short distance away, right at the edge of the woods.

With a groan, I try to get up, but intense pain shoots through my chest the moment I try to move. I can feel my head swimming, hazy with pain, my consciousness drifting away.

I can't faint now. That would mean certain death.

The General staggers to his feet, grunting with pain. His pale skin is extensively cut and bruised, and he has a large gash on his side. Even so, he's in considerably better condition than me. He catches sight of me and walks towards me, his limp fading with every step.

With a vicious grin, he bends down and grabs hold of my bracelet, this time not even grimacing with the pain it causes him. He yanks it roughly off my arm, causing me to writhe as a sharp burst of pain shoots through my body.

The General chuckles and tosses it aside, laughing at my feeble attempts to clamber to my feet. Every movement causes excruciating pain in my head and chest, and with each effort, I feel myself weakening, my thoughts getting hazier, my consciousness slipping away. And even after all that, I stay stuck in the same position, helpless against the fatal blow that I know will come any moment.

The General slowly unsheathes his sword, laughing cruelly at my increasingly desperate attempts to escape and get to safety. He raises the sword over his head and holds it there, savouring the moment.

'This is the second Garde I shall have the pleasure of killing.' he says, his eyes lighting up with delight. 'Your time has come to an end, Number Four. You are finished. And with you dead, the rest of the Loric scum with follow, like mindless sheep without their leader.'

'Go to hell.' I spit out at him, wincing at the pain that stabs automatically through my head.

'No, Number Four.' he says. 'That's where I intend to send you.'

With that, he stabs down at my heart.

Adam

Now is probably not a good time to mention that I'm afraid of flying.

BK has just leaped down from the helicopter, flying after John to help him survive the fall. I'm worried about him, but he's a member of the Garde. I know he's more than a match for a Mog, even if it is my father. He'll be fine.

I'm a lot more worried about those of us left back in the helicopter. Three humans and a Mog fighting off an entire fleet of bulletproof Mogodorian ships with….. You guessed it. Guns and bullets. BK's departure has left us even more vulnerable than before. I don't know why they haven't shot us out of the sky yet, but I do know that they will any moment.

And there's nothing I can do about it.

It's only now that I realize how reliant I was on One's Legacy to keep me safe. On the ground, I'm someone powerful, someone to be reckoned with. I can fight of battalions of enemies and escape unscathed. Here, in the air, I feel more helpless than I ever was before.

And it terrifies me.

It doesn't help that my father dragged John of the ship without taking his revenge on me. The only reason he would ever have done that was because he thought our chances of survival were less than zero.

'We have to land now.' Sarah snaps, taking charge of the situation. 'They're not firing yet because they're waiting for the General's ship to pull back. The moment they do, we're finished.

I would have snorted with amusement if the situation wasn't so serious. Even the Mogs won't destroy one of their own unless they can help it.

Except me, of course.

'We can't land now.' Malcolm says, his face ashen. We need to find water. There's no way I have enough time to force a landing without crashing.

'No lake's going to conveniently appear in our path, Malcolm!' Sarah says, beginning to panic. 'We have to…'

She's cut off by the unmistakable sound of the Mog ships opening fire. Sam crawls to the door and fires a couple of return shots, but that's not going to help. I feel terror run through my veins. I'm filled with a sense of finality, and I know that everyone's thinking the same thing.

It's over.

Sam

I crawl to the edge of the copter and fire a few return shots, trying to buy myself enough time to glance down below us. We've been travelling over dense wood for at least half an hour by now. We have to be close.

Just ahead, I can finally see a break in the trees. A road snakes through the woods. In the distance, I can actually see sunlight glinting off a car as it races down the highway towards us.

This is it. We're almost there. If we can get to the highway, then Six will see us. She'll come to save us. I know she will.

I will the helicopter to move faster. So close…

Malcolm

I wrestle with the joystick, trying to manoeuvre the helicopter through the hail of bullets being fired at us. Somehow, miraculously, it hasn't been critically damaged yet.

Until I hear the sound I was dreading the most. A terrible screech above the roof of the copter, the screech of metal being torn apart, telling me that the rotors have been shorn clean off.

There's no way I can keep us in the air now.

The helicopter slows down, no longer moving forward. Just for a fraction of a second, I feel us hovering in the air, slowly dipping downwards as gravity tugs at us below, pulling us to our deaths. I look around the copter, taking in the terror on everyone's face, and know it's reflected in my own.

We're doomed.

Okay, I hope that was not so dramatic that it became cheesy. Like I said, I have a tendency of going overboard with this stuff.
Hope you enjoyed it! Next update will be on Monday. Thanks for reading, and please review!