Alone - a Lorien Legacies fanfiction

Healing Wounds

Eight

Madeleine

It felt like hours before I heard anyone step inside the McDonalds. I had hid beside the freezer, squatting behind boxes with a knife in my hand. The entire time, my heart beat was racing, and my breathing was short, but I wanted to save as much of my inhaler as I could just in case the situation got worse.

The glass crunched under a set of boots. I crawled quietly until I was behind the front counter, and then I lifted my head just enough for me to see what was going on. I gasped quietly. The Mog who had ran out of the rubble was now setting a body on top of a table gently before tearing his gray hoodie down the middle. The monster, who didn't look like the others, was mumbling to himself. He had a lanky frame with shaggy dark hair. His skin was tanner than his warrior counterparts. Something told me that he was different than the others we had seen before. I watched him silently.

"Why the hell did you send me here, Nine?" I heard him whisper.

My lip began to quiver, but I bit down on it sharply. I felt the blood squirt onto my tongue before the coppery taste filled my mouth. No. There was no way... Anger bubbled inside of me. That jackass was not going to get away with hurting him. I thrust out my hand and watched as the force field wrapped around Nine's body. It's electric shock tossed the Mogadorian backwards. He hit the counter with a groan, holding his left arm as he rolled painfully on the ground. I let the shield fall away as I hopped the counter and made my way quickly over to Nine's side. My lip quivered as I saw the blood pooling all over his midsection.

"Nine?" I called quietly, pushing his hair gently away from his cold face. No response.

I gripped the knife in my right hand. I looked up at the Mog, who held up his hands as he coughed.

"You did this?" I growled.

He shook his head. "Let me explain!" Coughs wracked his body.

I stepped around the table and made my way towards him. I was determined to kill him. He did this, I knew it. I was mere feet away, ready to electrocute him for the final time before I slit his throat, when he looked up at me. His eyes grew wide.

"You're Madeleine."

I hesitated. "Nope." I held my hand up, ready to blast him.

"Yes, you are!" He shakily stood. "Your parents - I spoke with them! Your mom, Anna - she was a healer!"

"And how do you know that? Are they working with you?!" I snapped harshly. It wouldn't surprise me if they were. He was my age, maybe a year older. There was no way he'd remember everything that happened during the attack on Lorien, especially when my parents weren't even there.

"That legacy is hereditary, Madeleine. You probably have it, too, if you just try." Shakily, he stuck out his pale hand for me to shake. "My name is Adam. I know Sam and Malcolm. I'll explain everything soon, but right now, Nines's going to die if we don't do something now."

"If you try anything - anything - suspicious, I ain't going to hesitate to go Medieval on your ass."

"I'd expect nothing less."

My mind was screaming for me to go check on Nine immediately, but I didn't trust this guy. Could he actually be the Adam that everyone has been talking about? I decided to risk the odds and say yes. I pointed the knife at him before hurrying back over to Nine.