By Pittacus Lore
Quantity Nine—when John frees him from his telephone within the energy of Xix, he's ferocious, reckless, and able to struggle again. yet being held captive alterations a person—even a Lorien. See what 9 used to be like ahead of his catch, and browse approximately his dramatic get away from his element of view.
In i'm quantity 4: The misplaced records: Nine's Legacy: Nine's legacy, realize the tale in the back of 9. ahead of assembly John Smith, aka quantity 4, prior to being held prisoner, 9 was once weeding out Mogadorians in Chicago along with his Cepan, Sandor. What occurred there could switch 9 eternally. . . .
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Instantly, my middle is in my throat. My iMog is signaling a caution. I essentially tear the gadget out of my pocket, staring down on the display. yet it’s clean. only a solitary white dot within the heart. My cellular phone, I observe. It was once my cellphone. I hold my mobile in general out of behavior; it not often vibrates, except Sandor desires me to choose him up a bagel at the means domestic from my run. The display blinks with a brand new textual content message. “It’s her,” I announce, virtually too anxious to open the message. “What’s it say?
If the Mog unearths this strange, he doesn’t allow on. i'm wondering what the prize is for taking pictures a Garde. “I would possibly not be aware of your quantity, yet i do know you could look ahead to a lifetime of captivity whereas we kill the remainder of your mates. Don’t worry,” he provides, “it won’t be lengthy. ” “Good story,” I answer, glancing up on the elevator panel. We’re virtually on the best. I dreamed approximately this second final evening. really, that’s now not rather correct. I couldn’t sleep final evening, too keyed up for what used to be to come back. I fantasized approximately this second.
I provide my most sensible contrite headshake, figuring out he’s correct. Later, Sandor summons me to his workshop. He’s obtained his ft up on his table, crumpling a stack of previous blueprints. He has glance in his eyes and for a moment i feel I’m interrupting a few friendly daydream. He seems me over with a wistful smile. “You be aware of, I wasn’t a lot older than you're now while i used to be assigned to be your Cêpan,” he says. “That’s younger for a Cêpan to be assigned to a Garde. i used to be sturdy, even though. I’d helped the engineers—much older, extra experienced—with a few tech initiatives.
Santa Teresa is a convent that doubles as an orphanage for women. I’m now the oldest out of thirty-seven, a contrast I’ve held for 6 months, after the final lady who became eighteen left. At eighteen we needs to all make the alternative to strike out on our personal or to forge a existence in the Church. The birthday Adelina and that i created for me after we arrived is under 5 months away, and that’s whilst I’ll flip eighteen, too. Of all who’ve reached eighteen, now not a unmarried woman has stayed. I can’t blame them.
Whilst considered one of us is located and killed, a round scar wraps round the correct ankle of these nonetheless alive. And living on our left ankle, shaped while the Loric allure was once first solid, is a small scar similar to the amulet each one folks wears. The round scars are one other a part of the appeal. A caution procedure in order that we all know the place we stand with one another, and in order that we all know while they’ll be coming for us subsequent. the 1st scar got here whilst i used to be 9 years outdated. It woke me from my sleep, burning itself into my flesh.