This is my first fanfic, it's a continuation of The Rise of Nine. Five is in here, it's after Sam and Adamus are rescued since I don't have enough imagination to write it otherwise. It won't be as fast paced as the actual book since I am a fan of character development and well characters.

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Five

I barely have time to realize I'm in the air flying before the putrid scent of burning flesh overwhelms me. I look up and see the towering serpent crash back down into the water, while I fly to the far-off ground. I see hordes of black-uniformed soldiers waiting for me, and I spread myself layed-out as much as I can before I hit the ground. I bring my hands to me and bring my feet up and over, to standing. There are at least a hundred there, they knew I was coming. No trees, nearby, just tall grass and sand, and then the ocean. I snap my mind eye open briefly, I'm in North Carolina.

The soldiers, vat born, rear up their spears, and the special markings on the weapons tell me that they are in the special group. The uniform lines are ready to break formation as quickly as they needed, and they circle around me, keeping my back to the ocean. Clever.

I bend my knees and they point their spears down to them. A mistake. I gather the telekinesis around me and push off the ground, flip halfway forwards and block as hard as I can with my shoulders and use my telekinesis to bring myself up further. I let the first spear go by and increase it's velocity as much as I can and then hurtle it back down at an angle, it impales three Mogs in the chest. They drop, but they aren't dust yet. A second spear comes at me and I slow it and pluck it out of the air. I'm a sitting duck up here, I need to get get down to the grass. I break some spears into two with the one I have in my hands now, and send each end in a different direction. I force the remaining seventy five or so to the water with my telekinesis, beads of sweat breaking on my forehead.

I need to get down, and later I need to train this more.

The telekinesis falters and I'm ready, flipping to the ground and landing solidly. My ankles don't break, good. I keep them suppressed as much as I can but they start breaking through. My breathing quickens.

I sprint to the coastline. As predicted, they can't run as well as I do on sand. Something pierces my feet and I look down. Shells. I whip them up and throw them at the coming soldiers. I take more and more, and keep it coming. It's nowhere near enough to kill, but that isn't what I have in mind.

My hand reaches my upper back and pulls up over my head, and my vision and hearing goes. I slip along the shadows of the Mogs and the shells, all in a close enough form for me to not have to surface immediately. I open my mind eye again, and they are recovering from the shells, some of them bleeding from tiny scrapes. They start spreading out and I surface, right in the middle, quietly.

Five minutes, they are mostly dead, their necks caved in. My callused hands ache slightly and I survey the scene, much ash, and others unconscious, and paralyzed for life. One of them is clutching his spear, with unfeeling fingers. Another one, the group leader, is also paralyzed and he has a spear with different markings. I bring him up, and put one hand on the back of his neck and the other to the front, angled to his jaw. They come together and the leader is dust. The spear falls, and I pick it up from the sand. The tip is razor ship and glints red in the sunlight. I recognize it as a type of poison at the end, a rock poison from Mogadore that doesn't wear off.

I need to get to Canada, I need to get into that base. I stand up, but a flash comes from the corner of my eye. I feel something pierce into my side and I crumple to the ground, immediately propping myself up to get up. The Mog. He played dead. My breathing quickens as fast as it can, and my leg juts out only to be deflected quickly.

The blood soaks the sand, my blood, next to me, from me. I'm going to die. Out of the corner of my eye I see something black come and push him, and then the world goes black.

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So I'm not dead. I decide that I hate North Carolina, as I open my eyes. My eyelashes part with difficulty, and I hate myself for wearing mascara. Mila is standing above me, and I blink several times as she goes in and out of focus.

IDIOT! I scream to myself. I would be dead if it weren't for Mila, who I am assuming saved me.

I wiggle my toes and fingers. Back and neck not broken, good. I move them around more, but my right shoulder protests. Shit, that again. I sigh and look down, as I open and close my mouth. Well at least my jaw is intact.

Mila?

Yes?

Mind intact.

Who saved my ass this time?

Me. You owe me one.

Actually you owe me three. You just repaid one of your debts.

And I was hoping you had a concussion…

I smile and lift my hand up and let Mila's course tongue lick it, moving my hand slightly against her, black fur only slightly disheveled. Alright moving from that, Sasha. Next time, I need to be sure that I have killed, no more of "paralyzing." And I need to make a better battle strategy for places like these.

I focus on bringing the grass to the same waving motion as my hand and then bring my Chest from the tree. As it slowly wobbles over I think about what I did wrong and what got me into this position.

And my ass was kicked because I was stupid. Thankfully not as much as the Garde in that government place. I'm not making another mistake like this, I just need to kill those I injure immediately.

I open my Chest as Mila's paws push it closer to me. I shuffle through it and find the healing stone. I consider putting it to my shoulder, but rethink and place it to the scrapes on my legs. I sigh as the pain dully increases then subsides. No scars this time.

I put the healing stone back in and take out my concealer and cover up the scars on my face with the cold tanned foam when I hear sounds coming from the Chest. I shuffle the rocks around quickly but then slow my pace. I find the red bag glowing and take out the stone.

"Nine, hurry up this thing is taped," someone says. The numbers...

My heart leaps to my throat, and Mila looks at me curiously. The voices fade off and I shake the rock, and it pulses a little more.

"Well she or he is in North Carolina," a female voice says, and I listen closer, unwilling to say anything.

"What are they doing in North Carolina?" a male voice asks..

I have no idea. Blame it on that serpent, she is the one who knocked me off her back. Wait, they?

"Ella, try communicating with her," I hear, again the same female voice.

"I was trying for the last thirty seconds," a different female voice.

"Hello, Five? I'm talking to a rock, this shit is crazy…" the male voice trails off, and I suppress laughter.

"Yes Nine, you are," I hear a little further off, and press the Macrocosm to my ear.

"Come on Five, we know you're in North Carolina. If you aren't going to respond, we are shutting off," a voice I quickly discern as being female. She's overconfident, and I wait. The connection isn't shut off, and I hear someone sighing, probably the female. Empty threat.

"Seriously, are you for or against meeting up with us?" the first voice, Nine, says.

I sigh, and the other side is laced with silence. "OK what?" I say in my most obnoxious teenage voice, an easy feat.

I hear some celebrations on the other end, but are quickly silenced. Nine furiously says, "What were you doing for the last twenty minutes that I've been talking to a rock?" I roll myself over and face the sky, the crystal blue slowly turning darker. I close my eyes and let my third open and find the nearest airport. Good, a walking distance.

"Saving 15% on my car insurance," I reply innocently. I hear (badly) suppressed laughter on the other end.

"Um yeah, sure, wait you have a car?"

"Yes," I reply sarcastically. "My good friend Napolean Bonaparte gave it to me as a birthday present."

He is silent long enough before the mocking laughter begins, just long enough for me to tell that the Mogs have tuned in. Good. I remember the closest Mog bases.

"Is he a Loric ally?" Nine asks, and I clutch my hand to my mouth as hard as I can.

"Yes," I say. "He told me to say hi to the rest of you."

"Tell him I said thanks," Nine replies. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," I say quickly and everyone on the other end follows suit. Wow.

"Tell him about Setrakus Ra," I hear from the other end. I wave my hand around and the blades of grass move with it.

"Yeah well Setrakus Ra has shown his ugly head here in the Southwest, I nearly kicked his ass but Johnny pulled me back…" I roll my eyes, the ego is so obvious, and tune him out until he says. "Anyway, can you like meet up with us. So we can kick his ass completely?"

I slowly sit up, keeping my eyes closed, and breathing slowly. I examine the bruises forming on my leg as I respond loudly and clearly, "In Canada. Meet me in the tundra, west of Alaska. Take a plane from wherever you are and meet me there." I open my mind eye, they are in SoCal. It will take them less time them me to get there. Good.

"Why in Canada?" a higher voice asks, male, but not of the other two. Not Johnny or Nine.

"Because I like fur coats," I say, dryly. I find my boots from under the marked tree and, take a few poison capsules from my chest. I put them into the stiletto part of my boot and slowly push them in.

"Alright, sure," they agree, I'm not sure who. I take another poison capsule out, a different kind, and slowly draw the liquid out. I put it against the setting sun and see it turn a shade of hue. I bring my butterfly clip back to me from the grass and put it in the hallow talon of the clip.

"See you there," I say, trying to keep the menace out of my voice. So easy. I put the Macrocosm back into my Chest and snap it shut. I stand up and let the weakness fade from my legs, too slowly, and throw my coat over my shoulders. My Chest goes into my purse and that onto my good shoulder. I open my mind eye, and follow its lead to Seattle. And the Mogs are dispatching a team to where I said over the Macrocosm. Along with Maxus, my smile grows wider. And the trap is set.

Don't expect me to update really often, I have school and it's supposed to get really hard for the end of the quarter (shoot me...). I won't quit the story, because it'll be interesting to me for a while. I will try to update.

By the way, I'm not trying very hard on this, I'm doing this mostly for fun for a fandom I (mostly) like. Five's human alias is Sasha by the way, and she thinks of herself as Sasha. It's a Russian name, short for Alexandra (and different spellings of it).