Better As A Team (Heroes of Olympus/Lorien Legacies Crossover Fanfic)

Chapter 18

Six's POV:

I can't believe this jerk.

Number Eight is lying to everyone, acting like a God, Vishnu, who can shape-shift. Eight has that legacy, so now he has all of India worshipping him. He had Marina, Ella, and I face these beasts. Yes, even Ella. I want to punch him in the face so hard his teeth will fall out.

He finally shows himself, as Vishnu, out of the grass.

"I've been waiting a long time to meet you."

Leo's POV:

I can't concentrate. I almost crashed the Argo ll about three times. All I can think about is Max, how she left, and how she kissed me.

I sigh, shutting my eyes closed. When I open my eyes, I wish that I could see Max now. I wish that she could be here with me now.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn around to see Jason, a pitied look on his face..

He sighs. "I'm really sorry about Max. You aren't the only one feeling down. Percy isn't feeling very good, either. But don't worry, she'll come back. I know she will."

I nod my head in agreement, even though I'm not sure if he's right or not. Jason smiles at me sadly, then gives my shoulder a soft squeeze before turning around and heading back out.

 I promised Max I would see her again, but is that a promise I'm going to keep?

Yes, yes it is. I look up, staring at the starry night, dark but shining with stars and a bright full moon. "Max, I will see you again," I say to the night sky. "I swear it on the River Styx."

--One Year Later--

Max's POV:

They're in trouble. I can feel it.

One year later, one scar on my ankle. Three is dead. Surprisingly, none of the others are. We don't know where One is. But one of them is in trouble. No, not just one of them, four of them. It's a call for help, like what Six felt a year ago when we found Marina, Ella, and Crayton in Spain.

But this time it isn't in Spain. It's in Florida.

I look around, and I see everyone in trouble. John and Ella are both in comas while Sam and his dad, Malcolm, watch over them.

"Sam. I'll be right back. I have to do something," I tell Sam quickly. Before he can respond, I'm dashing into the living room, opening a window, and jumping out of it.

A few feet away from the 100th floor of the John Hancock Building, Nine's penthouse, I fly right down to Florida. I go as fast as I can, which is very fast, considering I've been practicing flight for a whole year.

I fly about eighty miles an hour to Florida, but I know it's not fast enough. So I go faster and faster until I'm flying almost two hundred miles an hour.

Then I'm a blur- literally- all you can see is black from my clothes as you see me fly.

I'm in Florida before I know it. I look frantically for the Garde, who came here to look for Five's chest. We found Five in Arizona months ago. The Garde who went are Five, obviously, Nine, Marina, Six, and Eight. Sam and Six have grown very close, Eight and Marina have grown close, Nine and Ella have grown close, and, surprisingly, John and I have grown closer, but not anything more than friends, nothing like what the others have.

I stop in mid-air and think. Where is the cry for help coming from exactly?

And it comes to me just like that, like all I had to do was snap my fingers for it to come to me.

I fly to where the cry for help is coming from like a speeding bullet and I get there in a matter of seconds, and what I see kills me on the inside. I turn invisible so no one can see me.

Six is unconscious on the ground, and Marina is hopelessly trying to get to her, but she keeps getting pushed back by what looks like telekinesis. Number Five- whose skin can change and he has the power of any object he touches, has a rubber band around his wrist, so he can now stretch his body far- has Nine plunged underwater, keeping him there to drown. Eight is also stuck in Five's telekinesis.

Five is talking to Marina and Eight when he lets go of Nine, who swims back to land where the rest of the Garde are.

Nine says something I can't hear, and Five is obviously insulted and angry at him, cause he turns to Nine with a furious look.

Five pulls out a long sword, and with a battle cry charges at Nine, who's still recovering from nearly drowning to death.

He's going to kill Nine.

But then, out of nowhere, Eight teleports in front of Nine. Let me rephrase that sentence.

He's going to kill Eight.

"NO!" Nine screams, and Five brings his sword down.

Marina's POV:

Tears fall freely down my cheeks as Five brings his blade down, aiming right at Eight's heart.

But before I know it, I hear an 'Omf!' and a flash of black, and Five is tumbling to the ground with someone else, who I automatically recognize.

Two.

She's here, and she just saved Eight's life.

I gasp and rush over to her, and so does Eight and Nine. We all rush past Five, expect Nine, who lifts Five up by his shirt so they're face-to-face and punches him so hard he knocks out.

Eight and I kneel next to Two, who's groaning and holding her side. Eight lifts her hands up to see that Two's been stabbed by Five's blade.

I gasp and place both my hands on the wound and let the cool feeling of my healing spread through my fingertips, into Two's wound.

The wound quickly closes and Two breathes normally again. She groans and sits up, rubbing her head like she has a massive headache.

"What just happened?" She asks. I chuckle and remember Six. I turn to where she was lying down, unconscious. Nine is carrying her bridal-style, jogging over to us.

Nine places Six on the ground, who's not breathing, but is still alive. I place my hands on her head and heal her, too.

After a few seconds of silence, Two asks, "What?"

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