The Strength of Ten

Someone Dearly Missed

Hi all! First story ever! Dun be too critical, pls. I just wrote this 'cos the idea was stuck in my head. ^.^ Summary: Continuation of The Rise of Nine. Contains Six/Four, a little Seven/Eight. Sorry to all John/Sarah fans! Might be a little OC. SPOILER ALERT!!! Some spoilers for The Rise of Nine! Disclaimer: I  am not Pittacus Lore or James Frey or Jobie Hughes! (No matter how much I want to be)

       Marina, with her Legacy allowing her to see in the dark, led the way out of the government base, Dulce, the rest of The Garde and Sarah following behind, with John shining his Lumen ahead to light up the way at times. Ella was right behind Marina, clinging to her like a burr, as she had since Crayton died. She was followed closely by Four, Six and Sarah. Nine and Eight brought up the rear. On the way out of Dulce, they ran into a group of government agents and Mogadorians. They seemed to be ‘escorting’ a prisoner and The Garde could hear the cries of pain and orders for the prisoner to move quickly. They could also see a trail of blood leading from a room they assumed was the torture room to the middle of the crowd of agents and Mogadorians. They could hear the screams and gasps of pain from the tortured prisoner. The Garde could feel the fury rising up in them as the processed the scene before them. United, as one, without any discussion beforehand, they charged forward, taking the Mogadorians and the agents by surprise. The agents immediately sprang forward, exposing the prisoner for the first time. He was collapsed on the floor, blood dripping from several deep cuts and severe burns. Numerous bullet wounds across the victim’s shin were gushing scarlet, pooling on the floor. The prisoner lifted his head at the disruption and John, Six and Sarah gasp. 

“Sam!” John yelled, rushing forward, only to be blocked by the agents and Mogadorians. John’s palms lit up and fury coursed through his body as he gazed at his best friend’s injuries. He aimed the Lumen at his feet and immediately turned into a blinding, burning Loric bonfire. He charged forward. They will pay for hurting my friend! Anger, pure determination and impulse blended together into a deadly combination. Four raced ahead, burning through all that stood in his way. Six’s greyish-hazel eyes glinted with barely contained rage as her gaze met Sam’s collapsed form. She raised her arms above her head and almost immediately, lightning tore through the roof of the underground government base, striking Mogadorians and government agents alike. Soon there were smoldering piles of ash covering the floor, scattering in the wind brought by the storm conjured by Six. John was still charging through the Mogadorians, putting in deliberate effort to kill the Mogadorians rather than the agents. Every Mogadorian he charged through or threw a fireball at incinerated on the spot,  killing more enemies than even Six. The rest of The Garde and Sarah stood back, amazed at the control and extent of Four’s and Six’s Legacies. Marina pitied anyone who injured John’s and Six’s friends. The government agents, realizing they were fighting a pointless battle, as well as terrified by the two enraged Lorics, quickly dispersed and retreated. However, the Mogadorians were relentless, but even they could not stand against the might of the two Loric teens, driven by rage and an urge to avenge their friend. A few minutes later, all that was left of the enemy were piles of sodden ash, blown and dissolved by the wind and rain from Six’s dying storm.