I wait for the blood and the pain!! I think that this wound will kill me and I sputter forward onto my knees. I need to remove...what?
The knife falls from my chest but there is no blood. I check the front of my shirt and no blood is seeping through it. I feel my chest and there is no gaping wound. Is this a legacy? They do seem to come when I need them most. Protect the chest first, where the heart is. I stand up and smile at Blake's stepfather. He is frightened by the fact the knife did not cripple me. I see him frantically search for something else but this time I am ready. He grabs a wrench and hurtles it at me. I hold my hand out and it freezes in mid-air. I can see the father is terrified, so badly he might wet his pants. I twirl the wrench in the air in front of him.
"Leave here and NEVER come back. You leave now, then I won't pound you for hurting the boy who is supposed to be your son. You're a disgrace and you will never EVER, have contact with him again. Do you understand?"
The father nods and steps over Blake's body and runs for the door. He pauses for a moment at the door.
"LEAVE!" I scream at him and he does so.
I kneel down next to Blake and examine him. He has a black eye coming and I think he may have been cut too. I roll him onto my lap and stare at his face. I can see he's fighting to stay conscious.
"It's okay," I tell him, "You're safe." I hear a sigh of relief and he shuts his eyes.
"I need to get you to..."
Tires screech and I hear sudden footsteps. Crap! It's the police. The drunkard probably ratted on me, either that or they found him passed out in the street. I immediately try to pick Blake up and pull him out of sight. The last thing I need is to fight off cops or try to explain it. I hear heavy boots outside in the snow and I search for the thoughts. I stop short...
There are no lights, there are no sirens and there are no human voices... I whip around to see a pale-faced man in a trench coat and sunglasses. His skin is deathly pale but his teeth are yellow. I can see him holding a knife, too long for a human to use. He smiles at me...he knows who I am. I stand in front of Blake to protect him and I throw my hands out. I shut my eyes and focus. All I need is a moment. I focus in on this life form's thoughts and pull with my telekinesis. The figure jolts forward and I steal his knife from his grasp. I hold it and it feels weird, it lights up in my hand. It feels like it was meant for me to hold it. I think it's Loric made.
"No!!!" he snarls. "She was not supposed to..."
I never hear what I was not supposed to do because I stab him with the dagger. He bursts into ash on the floor but I hear more coming. Knowing that Blake is my priority, I shove the dagger in my belt and run over to him. I sling him up on my shoulders and head for the back door. I hear the boots attempting to follow me and the mixed, unintelligible thoughts in their heads. I'm fighting against what is now a blizzard of blowing snow, I can barely see anything two inches in front of me. I'm also fighting the cold and with Blake on my back, I should be an easy target. A few blasts whiz by my head but I'm quick and superior to these idiots. I throw a few zigzags into the mix to avoid the blasts.
I reach the tree line, which gives me a chance to turn around and face my opponents. There's probably six or seven at most. They too are having difficulty managing the snow but they know where I'm heading. I still need more time to get Blake to a safe place. I throw my hand out in front of me and a wall of snow rises from the ground. I make a few motions and the snow swirls at my command. I hurl as much as I can at the Mogs and then dash into the brush. I sidestep roots and underbrush and make my way deeper into this forest. I can hear Blake moaning in confusion and I know he's cold, I didn't exactly have time to grab him a jacket when we're running for our lives. I lay him against a tree and wrap him in my coat but it won't protect him. I hear another gunfire up and I'm torn between protecting and fighting. I look up.
I float Blake up into the higher branches of a pine tree.
He'll be okay I assure myself and turn to fight.
The first Mog has found his way through the wind and snow but I'm too fast. I use my Externa to turn stainless steel and I run towards him. He fires, I dive to the side and slide underneath him and cause him to lose his balance. He falls and I grab the gun with my telekinesis, I stand up and squeeze the trigger. He's ash at my feet and I have a weapon! I slip behind a tree and listen for more footsteps. Another Mog comes into the clearing and I take aim. He's unaware of my presence and I really want to have a little fun but Blake is weighing heavily on my mind. There's a flash of green light and more ash. Two down, five to go. I go silver again and wait. I hear more movement and I turn to fire. The first shot misses but the next one in the chest. The ash blows into the wind. I hear another cannon fire up and I turn but I have no time to fire and get hit in the chest. I go flying back and lose my gun and my steel ball. I expect a burn but my Externa plus my new legacy have protected me. It'll be sore but I can still fight.
I grab the dagger from my belt and use my Externa. I become black, blue and silver. This is handcrafted for my kind. The Mogs must've stolen it from one of the others or even from the invasion. I run after the Mog with the blaster, I duck, doge and dive his blasts until the clicking of an empty gun is heard. I grin at him and deliver a shattering uppercut to the chin. He falls against a tree and I stab him through the chest to finish him off. I expect the next Mog's to come after me but there is silence. I bite my steel lip and run back towards Blake is.
The Mogs are retreating away from the tree but Blake is fine. Not for long I think to myself. I float myself up with my telekinesis to where Blake is. He's out cold and I know he's hurt. I need to find the Mogs before they escape and bring a whole army into the town. I spot their retreating figures and I toss the sword at them. I control it with my telekinesis and slash all three of them in one go. Their ashes blow into the wind and I bring the sword back to me. I check Blake and then slowly climb down with him.
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I am Number Ten
FanfictionThe second part of the Lorien Legacies of Christina (aka Number Ten). She's on her own for the first time and is still on the run. She has no guidance or true path to follow. She is searching for answers. Through the chaos of her life ...she manages...