Legendary Six

Late Night Encounters || Closed

Stanley scoffed, taking her outburst and all of her emotions with a straight face. When had Six ever become this emotional, so freely expressive with her feelings. Stanley let her get loud and throw the curse of being like the others at him. He had a purpose, he had his motives and taking a firm stand with them was what made Stanley less reactant. “You and I never could be equals. You’ve softened much like the rest of them yourself.” Stanley breezed the words out from his lips coolly and unphased. Stanley had taken all of her considerations. Six included. If he told her right then that his leave was for them all, then she would want to drop house and come along. Stanley took the words because things were only better for him this way. This was the reaction he wanted, he wanted to be labeled and hated. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about either she or Ella coming in his way. “So if you’re done….I have some place to be.” Stanley’s natural glare stared along with a small twitch at his eyebrow. Speed was on his side. In the next blink of the eye he would be gone, but Stanley allowed her one last chance to say whatever it was she wanted to part with him and say.

Outraged at his words, Six clenched her fists together. She didn't want to physically hurt him however. It wouldn't delay the inevitable, only make him more prone to leave. With a swallow, she shook her head, her eyes turning icy blue. "I will never be like them. Or like you." She stated simply, as if to reassure herself more than him. She wasn't like him, or the others. She wasn't kind enough or egotistical enough to be any one of them. With a sigh, she shook her head, glaring at him. "Go. Go and don't change your mind to come back, ever. Go to hell Nine." She spat out with a sigh, storming back up the steps to her porch. She wouldn't be able to sleep now, she would be busy packing up her things and go to Ella. She'd have to explain what happened, she'd have to help harden Ella's heart. Because she knows she'll be heartbroken, and she'd have to get over it eventually. If only she knew his true actions, she would've went with him. But as far as she was concerned, he was dead to her.

She doesn't realize she'll want that not to happen.

Late Night Encounters || Six&Nine

Nine quickly jerked from her hold, making a movement so fast even Nine had to catch himself from finishing the movement with a retaliating hit back. “None of your damn business just do the shit I say,” he growled out immediately thrown into a mood. He looked her up and down near scowling at the blonde before him. Stanley should’ve expected that reaction, mentally, he had tried to prepare himself for it beforehand but the warrior instinct in him almost hit her back. Not that she would’ve been hurt by any means, but it would’ve come completely off guard if not making the situation much worse. She was his colleague, his only ally that he had mustered enough to allow himself to trust—but that was exactly why he was doing this. There was little left to trust, but a load ton to lose. “I can do whatever the hell I want, go wherever the hell I want, and I don’t have to tell you shit.” Nine turned around to show how serious he was with her words. He could hear it in her voice—emotion—but it was no longer time for that. Emotion was where he faltered last time. The sound of emotion was what coaxed him into that room where they had been waiting and ambushed him. Nine tuned her plea out. It was a art he had learned to master. Nothing was going to make him change his mind. Not even her thinking that he was walking out on them. “Just. Do. What. I. Told. You.”

"You can't just leave after all that bullshit!" Six yelled, not caring anymore if her neighbors heard, it would've been easily covered up either way. "What about Ella, what about-" She almost said us. As if there was a them in any way, but she meant Ella and her, and how attached Ella was now to the both of them. Six having to tell Ella that one of the few people she could still trust was now leaving? That would break her heart. But hasn't she been through worse? Logically this made no sense to her, none at all and that was why she was getting so angry. After Nine had wanted to make sure they were all together, after him and her fighting side by side after all those times, after that one night...

Six snapped out of it, stepping back. There was too much emotion going on. She was feeling too goddamn much. She was being sentimental. Sentimental in her own mind. So, with a glare, she lifted up her chin. "And I thought we were equals. You're just like the others." She spat out, her chest raising up and down with each deep inhale she took to keep calm, to stay angry. To not feel. She couldn't think about their one night of vulnerability, she couldn't think about how hurt she was. That was just typical Six, she couldn't feel.

Because then it led to things like this.

Late Night Encounters || Six&Nine

Stanley had made his decision. He didn’t pose it for any of the others for discussion. Ella was healing and Stanley saw through that he treated her until her wounds were at least in a milder condition than severe, since Ella opted any further use of the healing stone. Something told him Six would’ve been up and out from her home and Stanley couldn’t help but to break that serious scowl of his for a grin at his proper guess. He hadn’t really paid much mind to dear Elizabeth since their rough and tumble nights ago. Stanley really hadn’t thought much of what happened afterward unless a stray thought had him dwell on what had all taken place for a minute. He heard her say his name and he continued forward to her. His straight face came back, eyes at their squint and peering into her cold blues the moment he was close enough to make clear eye contact. “I’m leaving,” he started not allowing Six to let another word in. “You take care of Ella and everything here. Arizona’s not safe.” He remarked the last words at her harshly as if she had protested to anything he had said already. Stanley was clear with his intentions. Backpack strapped to be caught wearing. He wanted to give the impression that he was leaving never to return. The matter was, Stanley knew that he had more to take care of than sticking to Ella’s bedside as she healed and that the task at hand had become personal. “Ella is asleep at the house. She doesn’t know. Tell her I said nothing. You have the key, let yourself in. Make it your place, just don’t move shit around or let the dog get ahold of the remote control.” Stanley threw off his instructions as if he had practiced giving them long before. “You can handle this.”

Hearing his words made her grow enraged, yet she swallowed to keep from swearing out-the neighbors would hear and the last thing she needed was someone else getting involved. It was like a personal attack. They were all they had left, the three of them. And Nine dared to leave? After everything? Balling her fists together, she walked towards Nine, grabbing him by his shoulder. "Leaving? To where? why?" She hissed out quietly, narrowing her eyes at the back of his head. "You can't fucking leave after everything we've all been through." She muttered angrily, pulling him to her closer so he would be forced to hear the hurt and anger in her voice.

Late Night Encounters || Six&Nine

They all had troubled sleeping, the Lorien. Some had visions and others just had awful nightmares. Well, Six couldn't sleep at all tonight. The constant tossing and turning was getting her so frustrated that she could've screamed. What was she doing? With everything? Why were they still in Arizona anyways, shouldn't they be moving? Moving east perhaps? As she gripped at her hair, Six knew how she would clear her mind. Her porch. Pushing off the covers, Six slipped on her flip-flops and grabbed her rob, wrapping the garment around herself and made her way to the front door where she sat upon one of the chairs perched upon the porch.

She always went here almost every night. It was the only way she would get tired enough to eventually fall asleep. As she sat in the night breeze, she shut her eyes, letting her thoughts wash over her. She almost didn't hear the snap of a twig. Almost. Snapping her eyes open, Six stood up, her eyes focusing on the figure not too far ahead. Was that..? "Stanley?" She called out, unsure if she was seeing right or not. Swallowing hard, she shook her head. He was one of the reasons she couldn't sleep. And something told her he wasn't here to see her. What was going on and why the hell was he up at this time anyways?

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Nine: Dog food. Because....just bring some. After you finish being a parent or whatever bullshit you're doing.

Six: You're such an idiot, maybe I'll hit you with one of the pamphlets they have here. But.. dog food? Is this some joke? Whatever, I'll be there in like an hour. Bye. *hangs up*

Nine: [Laughs on the other end] Are you being serious right now? You're over exaggerating. Walk it off.

Six: *with an amused tone in her voice* Oh fuck you, I can't walk off a hickey. *chuckles quietly to herself* I think I'm being called up now. Is there anything you want me to bring over?

Nine: There's a part of me that wants to ask but then there's another part of me that doesn't understand and I might not want to understand so I'm choosing not to give a shit. Are you coming over at all today?

Six: Christ, are you that sense? The /pill/, you idiot as in birth control pill. Look it up if you need to. Yeah, I'll come to check up on Ella. And don't say anything about the scarf I have to wear it because of you.

Nine: What...? The fuck are you there for?

Six: Couldn't you guess? They ask less questions than the doctor and requires less paperwork for you know. The pill.

Nine: I was just telling you that she was up. Who ever the hell her friend is isn't. I checked for his pulse and he had one so.... he's not dead...Where are you?

Six: Good. She can deal with whatshisname when he comes through, try not to be an ass to her today. I'm at Planned Parenthood, Stanley, wanna find out the results with me? *scoffs to herself, rolling her eyes*

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Six: *hearing her phone ring she checked the ID, raising an eyebrow before answering* Stanley? What is it? Is Ella alright?

Here to Save You || Six, Nine, Ella, Adam

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It was over.

He’d known it the moment the door flew open, without having to check who it was. A savior? Loric come to rescue them? Someone, anyone, who had heard their pitiful cry for help? No, it was Mogadorians, ready to put an end to the misery of their last day. He should be grateful for it, happy that he’d no longer have to hear Ella’s screams of anguish, the shrieks of a girl betrayed by the man,— no, he didn’t deserve that name— the weakling who had meant to protect her. He could only hope that he’d be the first to go. They didn’t owe him any favors, but if he was granted one dying wish, he’d beg to be killed first. It was a weak legacy to leave behind, a last act of pure selfishness hidden under the flimsy mask of strength and caring. Knowing his family would do the exact opposite of anything he desired, Adam forced himself to look up, to take in the scene before him and wallow in his failures before it was all put past him. His stomach clenched as he took in the sight of his broter’s handiwork. The result of his own shortsightedness. With her eyes pressed tightly together and chin resting against her chest, Ella might have been dead already. His brother would never let her die that easily, without fanfare or a little more toying at Adam’s expense, so he knew she still had to be breathing, although there was slight comfort in that fact. Slipping in to the blackness peacefully might have been easier. Adam himself would have considered it if it weren’t for the scenes he was treated to every time he closed his eyes. At this point, all he could do was clench his teeth and hope his weakness wouldn’t betray him now, that he’d be frail enough to go quietly and quickly.

Hearing scuffling that certainly wasn’t coming from any source he was familiar with, Adam turned his head slowly toward the noise. Not seeing any Mogadorian reinforcements, he was unsure of what to expect to be seeing. Whatever he thought might have made the noise, nothin prepared him for the sight of Stanley forcing a bloodied Ivan against the wall. His breathing halted for a moment as his lungs shut down on him. They were calling strike. His younger brother wouldn’t be the first to die. No. Every punch Stanley delivered was as much of a personal attack on Adam as Ivan’s threats to Ella had been. This wasn’t what he’d pictured when he’d sent that hopeless cry for help to the heavens. This was his brother, this was the boy who had raced through the forests with Adam, his face lighting up every time he’d beaten his older brother; this was the student who had mastered every movement his trainer taught him and stayed up until the sun rose perfecting his own technique; this was the brother who had absorbed everything their father had told the pair with wide eyes. The memories of Two and Three, the fight at the ravine, the escape at Ashland, even the vision of Ivan thrusting his knife in to Ella’s stomach, all disappeared from Adam’s mind as he was presented with one thought, and one thought only: his brother was going to die. There were no Mogadorians or Loric, no loyalties except that of blood, of which Adam had seen enough shed already. He wasn’t ready for Ivan to die. He’d never be ready. Thinking straight, Adam might have realized how shortsighted he was being. It wasn’t his brain that put the singular word in his mouth; in fact, he had no idea what had willed him to say anything other than close his eyes and accept the fate of his brother. Regardless, he spoke, and the word couldn’t be taken back, no matter what the consequences might be.

“Stop!”

Six immediately let herself turn visible as soon as Nine had released his grip. She let him have at it with Ivan, knowing her time would soon be coming. But as her eyes darted around the scene, she laid her gaze upon the set of keys on the floor besides Nine. Rushing over, she grabbed at the rusted metal and ran towards Ella, digging in every key that would fit into the holes to release her. "I'm so sorry." Six whispered as she stared horrified at the sight. But she couldn't stop and think yet, she needed to do. For thinking would let herself get consumed with guilt. Taking a deep breath, she rested Ella's head in her lap, taking off her backpack. She dug around, searching for her chest and took it out, pressing her palm against the lock for it to open to her. Her fingers wrapped around the healing stone, pressing it against her more fatal wounds.

She knew Ella would scream out in pain but she couldn't think about that. he only focussed on healing her wounds until she was capable of being okay. "I'm here, Ella." She assured, leaning down to press a kiss on her forehead. She couldn't survive the moment too long however-she heard a voice behind her. A voice that made her enraged. Swallowing, Six slowly sat up, making sure to not injure Ella as she did and saw the chained figure. Adam. This must've been him. "Excuse me?" She spat out, her glare turning cold as ice. "Do you have any idea what that bastard and others like him have done to you? To us? To her?" She hissed, setting her jaw as she glared at he boy. "We'll stop once we're dead." She promised turning back around from him to make her way to Nine. He was angry. She was pissed. What more of a dangerous duo could they do? "Need help?" She asked telepathically, a sarcastic tone in her words. With a purse of her lips, she glanced over to make sure Ella was alright. They would never stop until they were dead.

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Here to Save You || Six, Nine, Ella, Adam

Invisible and safe, Six tried not to be too aware of how tight her grip was on Nine's hand as she ran through corridors, peering into each door to find Ella. Would she even recognize her anymore? Don't say that Six, it hasn't been that long. She reassured, her stern eyes hardening at the thought as she tugged harder on Nine's hand, practically yanking his arm closer to her so she could move faster. Any fear of her accidentally letting go of his hand was diminished as her grip managed to only grow tighter with each passing second, her Loric pistol raised to her neck. Peering into the window of another door, she stopped in her tracks. There was the messy bun, the remnants of the familiar Batman sweatshirt. There was her Ella. With a yell, Six kicked the door open, still invisible, raising her pistol to Ivan. With an agered glint in her electric blue eyes, she fired the trigger, the blast making her jump only since she hadn't used it in awhile. Her blood was pumping throughout her every being now. How dare they hurt her.

Setting Aside Differences || Six&Nine

“I don’t have time to answer that, we’ve just gotta go.” Stanley bounced up when the phone finally flashed with the information on Ella’s location. He stormed back into his room to gather his things, the necessary items he would need. He felt a adrenaline rush grabbing hold of the contents from his chest again. It was much too long since he had used them in action. Coming back into the room he took a glance at Six’s face he shook his head. “Save your strength, don’t even try. It’s just you and I this time and we have no idea of the numbers they’ve got on their end.” Stanley said gruffly before throwing a small bag over his shoulder. It was getting dark out, they were losing daylight. He headed out the door first, not even calling for Six to follow him. He wasn’t too fond that he’d have to be the backseat rider of the (admittedly) top-notch bike that Six proudly owned, but this was a desperate measure and there were even more things to worry about right now.

Now the thoughts in his mind shifted entirely on Ella. A tiny spec of him wondered how in the world could this happen, unless they had entirely cornered Ella off guard. He tried to recall their training sessions together and how she combined all of her moves that she knew with her legacies. She was still developing them, not completely in a full stage but she had shown Stanley enough for him to regard her as strong. At least for someone her size and her stature. Ella was a force that could give the Mogs a run for their money, but there must of been more than one for this to happen. There had to be. Either that, or that she was distracted. A distraction. Constantly they had worked on that. Via telekinesis and when ever Stanley found the chance he attempted to distract her as a drill. That could’ve been her falling factor. A distraction. This….”Adam”. Before he could dwell more on the person Adam, Six made it outside and they sped off on the bike in the direction of the base. The closer they seemed to get the more Stanley would remember. The more he felt a new rage and a stronger desire to flat out kill. The ride took a hour at the most. Stanley lost track of the time after they found themselves in the main vicinity. He wanted to go in full force in a attack. But he knew he and Six had to strategize better than that.

Six nodded, deciding to cooperate with him instead of argue as she slung the bag over her shoulder and ran out to her bike, riding the fastest she has ever. She didn't dare let herself think, for thinking would lead to her thinking about Ella and getting distracted. As soon as they arrived, Six saw the warehouse like building where they were most likely holding Ella and Adam captive. She had heard Nine mumble his name on the ride, but she didn't bother to ask. She only sat and watched the building carefully in silence, cutting the engine as she did so. This was when she allowed herself to think. They most likely held the same power back in the base they had years ago in Virginia. Or even in New Mexico where Six could barely use her powers without feeling nauseous.

With a bite of her lip in concentration, Six turned to face her alley, her eyes stern as she pursed her lips together. "I was thinking I turn us invisible for as long as I can before it starts being unbearable. If it's not the same as last time-which I doubt, then we'll scope the entire place." It wasn't a very good plan, and she knew that. But for the time being, she needed to think quickly and remove herself from any emotions. The only thing she would allow herself to feel was rage. It was what was keeping her going for now at least.