I wake up to a blinding light. I can feel someone holding me and cool hands run through my hair. I hear a voice and I see two milk chocolate brown eyes.
"What happened?" I ask softly.
"I hit you," Blake says. "And what a hit it was"
"Very funny" I murmured, trying to get up. Immediately a sharp pain goes through my side, it's so intense that I have to lie down again.
"You need to rest. The bullet may have partially hit you, but there was still shrapnel that I had to clean out," he says, putting a hand on my chest to push me back down.
"You saved me" I breath out.
"I've watched tonnes of medical shows, so I kind of know first aid and I was a boy scout, and the scoutmaster showed me how to clean and remove things from wounds."
"A regular survivalist" I smile and I roll onto the side that doesn't hurt.
"What the hell happened out there? I thought you were in the zone."
"I saw something...images really, feelings or impressions. I think it was what the other Garde were seeing, a skeleton, a pendant and someone screaming Adelina..."
"Sounds Italian" Blake murmurs giving me some water. I take slow sips and I look up at him.
"So...I guess training is done for a bit...?"
"Until I recover...but you should still be shooting up a storm while I get some R&R"
"Sounds fair...as long as I don't have to shoot at you again."
We're quiet for a moment and I hold his bloody hand.
"What do you think the visions mean?" Blake asks softly.
I stop and lift up my pendant.
"I think it means the Garde is on the move and Lorien wants me to find them"
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I am Number Ten
FanfictionThe second part of the Lorien Legacies of Christina (aka Number Ten). She's on her own for the first time and is still on the run. She has no guidance or true path to follow. She is searching for answers. Through the chaos of her life ...she manages...
