Here it is as promised on the 15th of November. This will shift between two POV's Sam's and Four's. Every chapter will feature both the POV of a human/mog and a loric. A quick note, depending on the reception, the begining of Four's POV may change as I feel the way I portray him is very different than the way Pittacus Lore does. If this happens only the wording will change and not the story line.
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER DOES NOT END HAPPILY
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Sam’s eyes suddenly become wide, starring at his outstretched, shaking hands.
“I Just…just,” he mumbles.
“I’m very happy for you Sam but we really have to move.” I quickly dive to Sam’s right and draw my Loric dagger. I slight the throat of the nearest piken before opening the belly of another that was about to take a bite out of Sam’s head. That would put an end to the festivities.
“What the Loric,” Sam murmurs, “am I part alien?!” I roll my eyes and shove him forwards. This seems to break him out of his reverie. Suddenly it dawns on him we are running from an angry hoard of piken and a full fleet of mog ships and not living the life of riley whilst discovering marvelous new abilities from the comfort of our own homes. We dash down Lexington, craining our necks to try and see the positions of the pikens, mog foot soldiers and war ships currently raining havoc on New York.
“We need to get to the rooftops.” I shoat struggling to be heard over the sound of gunfire and roaring pikens. Sam nods and we sprint into an alleyway; somehow managing to doge both bullets and Mog fire, unsure if we are the intended targets or just caught in the crossfire. Panting I grasp the nearest fire escape and begin to haul my way up. We’re half way up when I hear the first child scream. There, just visible of East 68th, the pikens that were chasing us converge on a yellow school bus lying on its side. A second scream rips through the air, soon joined by a chorus of others.
“Shit.” I growl
“John, we need too…”
“I know.”
Forty pikens against one and possibly a half Loric weren’t great odds, not the worst odds I’ve ever faced, but bleak nonetheless. Maybe if Five and Nine weren’t still squabbling like little children we could have taken them. We have to try of course; even if we die it’s our moral obligation as Earth’s last stand. That’s what we get for being bloody heroes.
I clamber down the next ten or so rungs before dropping down onto the alley floor. I look up to see Sam making his progress down the ladder.
“Stop.” I murmur. I stoop down and scoop up two guns from fallen policeman that have their guts hanging out. I chuck them up to Sam.
“Give me some cover from above, Telekinesis to knock them down if you can then a bullet to the center of the forehead. Draw their attention so they don’t all rush me at once.”
He nods once before tucking the guns into his belt and once more clambering up the fire escape.
I square my shoulders and unsheathe my Loric dagger; I relax and let my growing anguish out in the form of my glowing Lumien, my left hand sparks and a slowly a fireball grows on my palm. It’s always like that at first, the fire manifests slowly but after about ten more fireballs it’s almost instantaneous. I spot a ruined mini nested perfectly around five of the piken. It’s resting on its hood, leaving its fuel tank perfectly exposed. I lob the fireball high into the air and hit the target dead center. The car explodes, taking the closest five piken with it, their ashes mixing with that of the car. That get’s they’re attention. Around half of the piken turn to face me, the rest continuing they’re assault on the school bus. They converge on me, forming a semi-circle that forces me back to Lexington Avenue.
