F**k It, It's The End of The World [Lorien Legacies]

One

Six

The elevator ride to Nine's self acclaimed legendary penthouse was sickening. I kept my eyes glued to the button signalling the very top floor to keep the rising nausea away, as we shot - no, literally skyrocketed up the skyscraper. I shut my eyes and leaned against the wall, and prayed to the holy gods of Lorien we could be done this ride soon and I could plant my aching body into a bed for as long as I desire.

A faint ding following the sudden half of the elevator signalled our arrival, and the doors opened to reveal the most beautiful living conditions my eyes have ever been blessed to witness. Looking at buff, burly Nine, you'd expect him to be absolutely pleased to take residence in a literal warehouse with maybe a corner designated for food and rest, the remaining square footage solely designated for training and whatever else he may do with his spare time, however I was severely proven wrong in this case.

The view of the foyer and living space alone was enough to make my jar drop to the floor - it was sleek, it was modern and lavish, which are three words I'd never ever think I'd use to even refer to anything remotely related to Nine, regardless of the fact I've only known him for a few hours and he got off to a poor start with me.

The second biggest shocker, every piece of furniture is white, and completely pristine, with the most subtle yet complementary blue and gold accents decorating the grand residence.

Following the initial wow factor of the place, I completely zoned out during the house tour, and only clicked my brain back onto working mode when I was shown my bedroom - at the end of the hall, to the left of Marina, across from John.

"And my room is down the hall through the large French doors, in case you need someone to hold you tonight, sweetheart," Nine concluded, flashing a completely inappropriate yet charming smile at me.

I mustered up enough energy to scowl at the boy, and I slipped into my room, literally shutting the door in his face - well it definitely hit his very defined pecs first - and locked the door, not even caring that it makes no difference anyways, we can all open locked doors with telekinesis like it's nothing.

•••

I woke up the next morning groggy, exhausted and my body aching all over. Sleep came too easily last night, comparable to a semi truck slamming into my brain and knocking me out cold. The exhaustion was so severe that I didn't have a single nightmare, at least none I could remember, which isn't inherently a bad thing.

Groaning, I rolled out of bed and took a better look at my surroundings. The Loralite-blue blankets of the queen bed I slept in were made as of it were a hotel bed are now twisted up and unmade, there's a small sized walk-in closet that's literally empty save for a bathrobe. Occupying the same wall as the closet door is a large floor-to-ceiling mirror that stretches to the adjacent wall, parallel to the bed. Across from the bed is a flatscreen television mounted on the wall, a built-in storage unit underneath. On the other adjacent wall from the bed are floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that are fully empty and like all the other surfaces, have gathered a thick layer of grey dust. The bookshelves surround a large desk with a lamp and a dead plant.

The sunlight is shining in with a force no human or Loric wants to be faced with this early in the morning, and I shut the blue curtains using telekinesis. The room goes completely dark, and I use my telekinesis once again to flip the light switch.

I grab the bathrobe from the closet and make my way out the door to find a bathroom. I'm in desperate need of a shower, and these clothes I'm wearing right now need to burn.

I'll figure out what to wear later.

Nine

After a long debate with Marina about what to do with the clothing situation, or to put it more accurately, the lack of clothing situation, I cave. She and John are to go out into the city and buy some clothes for everyone here. It angers me that that's a priority over finding Five and then ripping Setrákus Ra's ugly ass head off his even uglier asses body, but Johnny boy made one valid point that made me agree - this might just be the first real home most of the garde have, let's make it feel like one while it still counts.

What now sets me off too is Ella wants to go as well. I put my foot down with Marina's begging to let her come, but John also deciding it was okay then looking at me like I owe it to him after what Sarah did to him made me feel like a complete ass for even putting up a fight with him.

"Her cêpan just died," Marina said to me in a hushed voice. "Let her have just this one last piece of her childhood."

And that really hit me. Fuck.

"Do whatever then," I snapped at her a little too harsh. "And get some food while you're out, everything here went bad."

Marina smiled and thanked me, as she grabbed Ella's hand and started towards the elevator. John shot me a grateful look, and Eight and I stood there and watched as the trio made their way to the elevator.

•••

"Do you think any of them will find the tracker you snuck into Ella's shoe?" Eight asked, as we laid on the plushy couches in the living room, suffering through a stale bag of chips - the only snack food left in the pantry that looked bearable.

"Nope, and I don't even care if they do. What's gonna happen, they get mad? Beats losing them forever to the Mogs if they get snatched on the street," I reply.

The sound of a door shutting and footsteps upstairs tells me that Number Six is alive and moving. I turn my attention to the stairs as the hot blonde makes her way down the steps in nothing but a bathrobe. Her hair is a wet mess and dripping down her back, and now that she isn't dirty anymore, it's evident that majority of the marks on her face yesterday were actually bruises and not just dirt smudges.

"Please tell me there's clean clothes and food in this place," she starts, wandering to the kitchen and aimlessly opening the fridge, to look at its very, very empty inside.

"Nope and nope," Eight replied amusedly.
She turns and scowls at me, and shuts the fridge door. "Well fuck, Nine wasn't this supposed to be the best place in the world," she snaps in response, making her way to the living room.

"You have no idea what this place is capable of, sweetheart," I muse, as she sits down in the chair across from the couches that Eight and I are sprawled across. She carefully crosses her legs over, making sure not to flash us, which, is kind of disappointing cause she is absolutely someone I want to see more of. I blast the thought from my head before I can get too wrapped up in my own intrusive thoughts, and get uncontrollably horny with nothing fun to do about it. "Marina, John and Ella went to go play family and shop for everyone. They'll be back soon."

She slouches back in the seat a little, and the tension in her shoulders loosens a little. She lets out a sigh, and closes her eyes. "Thank god, I can't stand not feeling like a normal Loric anymore."