Read Lorien Legacies: The Lost Files Online
Authors: Pittacus Lore
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Something warm hits my shoulder. I roll over to see Nine sitting on the ceiling above
me, his long black hair hanging down into the room. He’s gnawing on something and
his hands are greasy.
“Where are we again?” I ask. The sunlight coming through the windows is too much and
I close my eyes. I need more sleep. I need something, anything, to clear my head and
regain my strength. My fingers fumble over my blue pendant, hoping to somehow gather
energy through it, but it remains cold against my chest.
“The northern part of West Virginia,” Nine says between bites. “Ran out of gas, remember?”
“Barely,” I whisper. “Where’s Bernie Kosar?”
“Outside. That one is
always
on patrol. He is one cool animal. Tell me, Four, how did
you
of all the Garde end up with him?”
I crawl into the corner of the room and push my back up against a wall. “BK was with
me on Lorien. His name was Hadley back then. I guess Henri thought it would be good
to bring him along for the trip.”
Nine throws a tiny bone across the ceiling. “I had a couple of Chimæras as a kid,
too. Don’t remember their names, but I can still see them running around our house
tearing stuff up. They died in the war, protecting my family.” Nine is silent for
a moment, clenching his jaw. This is the first time I’ve seen him act anything other
than tough. It’s nice to see, even if it’s short lived. “At least, that’s what my
Cêpan told me, anyway.”
I stare at my bare feet. I just noticed they’re black with grime. “What was your Cêpan’s
name?”
“Sandor,” he says, standing up on the ceiling. He’s wearing my shoes. “It’s weird.
I literally can’t remember the last time I said his name out loud. Some days, I can
barely picture his face.” Nine’s voice hardens, and he closes his eyes. “But that’s
how it goes, I guess. Whatever. They’re the expendable ones.”
His last sentence sends shock waves through me. “Henri was not expendable, and neither
was Sandor! No Loric was ever expendable. And give me back my shoes!”
Nine kicks my shoes into the middle of the floor, then takes his time walking first
along the ceiling and then down the back wall. “All right, all right. I know he wasn’t
expendable, man. Sometimes, it’s just easier to think of him that way, you know? Truth
is, Sandor was an amazing Cêpan.” Nine reaches the floor and towers over me. I forgot
how tall he is. Intimidating. He shoves a handful of what he’s been eating in my face.
“You want some of this or not? Because I’m about to finish it off.”
The sight of it makes my stomach churn. “What is it?”
“Barbecued rabbit. Nature’s finest.”
I don’t dare open my mouth to respond, afraid that I might get sick. Instead, I stumble
back toward the bedroom, ignoring the laughter that follows me. The bedroom door is
so warped it’s nearly impossible to close, but I wedge it into the door frame as tightly
as I can. I lie down, using my sweatshirt as a pillow, and think about how I ended
up here, ended up like this. Without Henri. Without Sam. Sam is my best friend, who
I had been traveling and fighting alongside for the last several months. I miss him.
I can’t believe we left him behind. As thoughtful and loyal and supportive as Sam
is, Nine is so very not. He’s reckless, arrogant, selfish and just flat-out rude.
I picture Sam, back in the Mog cave, a gun rocking against his shoulder as a dozen
Mogadorian soldiers swarm him. I couldn’t get to him. I couldn’t save him. I should
have fought harder, run faster. I should have ignored Nine and gone back to Sam. He
would have done that for me. The immense amount of guilt I feel paralyzes me, until
I finally fall asleep.
It’s dark. I’m no longer in a house in the mountains with Nine. I no longer feel the
painful effects of the blue force field. My head is finally clear, although I don’t
know where I am, or how I got here. When I shout for help, I can’t hear my voice even
though I feel my lips moving. I shuffle ahead, hands out in front of me. My palms
suddenly start to glow with my Lumen. The light is dim at first, but quickly grows
into two powerful beams.
“John.” A hoarse whisper says my name.
I whip my hands around to see where I am, but the light reveals only empty darkness.
I’m entering a vision. I angle my palms at the ground so my Lumen will light my way
and start toward the voice. The hoarse whisper keeps repeating my name over and over.
It sounds young and full of fear. Then comes another voice, gruff and staccato, barking
orders.
The voices become clearer. It’s Sam, my lost friend, and Setrákus Ra, my worst enemy.
I can tell I’m nearing the Mogadorian base. I can see the blue force field, the source
of so much pain. For some reason, I know it won’t hurt me now, and I don’t hesitate
to pass through it. When I do, it’s not my screams I hear, but Sam’s. His tortured
voice fills my head as I enter the mountain and move through its mazelike tunnels.
I see the charred remains of our recent battle, from when I tossed a ball of green
lava at the gas tanks at the mountain’s bottom, sending a sea of fire raging upward.
I move through the main cavernous hall and its spiraling ledges. I step onto the arched
stone bridge Sam and I so recently crossed under the cloak of invisibility. I keep
going, passing through tributaries and corridors, all while being forced to listen
to my best friend’s crippling howls.
I know where I’m going before I get there. The steady incline of the floor lands me
in the wide room lined with prison cells.
There they are. Setrákus Ra is standing in the middle of the room. He is
huge
and truly revolting looking. And there’s Sam. He’s suspended inside a small spherical
cage next to him. His own private torture bubble.
© HOWARD HUANG
PITTACUS LORE
is Lorien’s ruling Elder. He has been on Earth preparing for the war that will decide
Earth’s fate. His whereabouts are unknown.
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