Tuesday, August 27, 2013

The Rise of Nine - Chapter 30

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Nine charging Setrákus Ra. I turn back to Eight, to see if I can healhim. I keep my hands on Eight’s chest wound, waiting for my Legacy to start working again. Nothing. I begEight to hold on, to fight through the pain, but his brown eyes roll back, and his breath becomes more andmore shallow. Panicked, I flash back...

The Rise of Nine - Chapter 29

Once again I take the lead. Marina trails me and a growling Bernie Kosar runs alongside her. Ella stillhas my Chest, with Eight and Nine following close behind. My fire has made me invincible, and myflames instantly consume every Mogadorian soldier that comes charging around a corner or through adoor. The fire has not only taken over my body, but also...

The Rise of Nine - Chapter 28

An enormous Mog charges at me, gleaming sword swinging. I duck under the blade and connect my fistwith his throat. He drops his weapon, gasping for air. No sooner has the metal clanged to the ground than Ipick it up and behead him. A cloud of his ash engulfs me as three more charge. The ash hides me. I crouchlow, slicing Mog legs off at the knees as...

The Rise of Nine - Chapter 27

Wind, hot sand and punishing heat, along with a pounding headache, welcome me to our nextteleporting destination. I try to shield my eyes from the blinding sun as I lie on my back, recovering.Welcome to New Mexico.‘Oh, yeah,’ Eight groans, but he sounds satisfied. ‘We made it.’I smile but stay where I am to give the pain in my head time to lessen before...

The Rise of Nine - Chapter 26

My head is in Sarah Hart’s lap, the real Sarah Hart, and she strokes my hair with her fingers. I stareblankly at the ceiling. I reach up and touch my neck. The cut that runs all the way around it is deep. I wantto sit up, but my bruised ribs and knees won’t allow it.I’m humiliated by how easily I was overtaken by Setrákus Ra. How weak I was in the...

The Rise of Nine - Chapter 25

Our beige Ford Contour barrels down the highway with Nine behind the wheel. I stare at the long rowsof corn in the fields and I try to picture what they’d look like from space. I can’t stop thinking about ourship sitting somewhere in the New Mexico desert. After all these years, after all the running and hidingand training, everything is nearly in...