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Pittacus Lore

United as One

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  • saketh chandraцитирует6 лет назад
    “Every country’s a little different,” Lawson replies grimly. “From what I’ve heard, China and some others are planning to go nuclear. Most of the EU doesn’t want to risk the fallout, so they’re going with missile bombardment. The hope is that these big hulks of theirs can’t absorb much damage once you’re through the force field.”

    “And America?” John asks.

    Lawson smiles. “At my suggestion, we’re taking a page out of your book, John. Flying the biggest personnel carriers we’ve got right down their throats, boarding those ships and gunning down every goddamn alien we see.”

    “I like it,” I say.

    Lawson nods. He hooks his thumbs through his belt loops and looks us over. Then he nods to himself, like he’s satisfied we’re his best chance. Or resigned to the fact. Hard to say.

    “I suppose that’s it,” the general says. “See you all on the other side.”

    With that he walks across the field towards the convoy. Caleb, whose twin brother apparently never really existed, moves to follow after him.

    “Caleb, wait,” John says.

    With a nervous glance at Lawson, Caleb stops midstride and turns back to face the rest of us. He stands next to Nigel and Ran. The Japanese girl is unreadable as usual. Nigel, on the other hand, looks shaken up. All the bluster from before is gone. His ragged Misfits T-shirt still bears the bloodstains from Patience Creek. Even though Marina healed his wounds, this latest taste of combat left more than physical marks on the Brit. Daniela stands next to those two, watching over them. I’m not sure exactly what happened inside Patience Creek, but it seems like the hard city girl has developed some protective feelings for the two other human Garde.

    “Our planet’s Elders sent us to Earth to keep us safe, so that we’d one day be ready to fight back and avenge our planet,” John says, addressing the humans. “Today is that day. Where we’re going next, it isn’t a battle that you’re ready for. We’ve trained our whole lives for it. Your training is just beginning. Your day will come.”

    Daniela opens her mouth to protest. I catch her eye and subtly shake my head, shooting a look towards Nigel and Ran. She gets the message and stays quiet.

    “Win or lose, tomorrow, your world will be a changed place. It’s going to need protectors. Eventually, you’ll need to step up.” John glances at Sam, who stands nearby and manages a smile. “For now, though, I think the future protectors need protecting. We all had charms burned into our ankles that would keep us safe, at least for a time. We can’t do that for you guys, but we can give you something else. . . .”

    I’m not sure what John’s talking about until Regal, our hawk-shaped Chimæra, lands on Caleb’s shoulder. The boy jumps, settling down only when it’s clear the bird’s talons won’t pierce him. Regal spreads out his wings and ruffles Caleb’s hair.

    Bandit, the raccoon, scratches at Nigel’s leg with his black paws until the Brit is forced to pick him up. Gamera, trundling across the grass in turtle form, ends up staring up at Ran. She bends down to run one finger over his scaly forehead, and, for the first time, I see her crack a smile.

    “His name is Gamera,” Malcolm says to Ran. “I named him after a favorite old monster of mine.”

    Ran stares blankly at Malcolm.

    “He fought Godzilla,” he explains further.

    At the very least she must understand “Godzilla,” because Ran rolls her eyes and goes back to stroking the turtle.

    The golden retriever Chimæra, Biscuit, the one that Sarah was especially fond of, ambles over to Daniela, happily wagging her tail when Daniela starts to scratch behind her ears. I notice a flicker of something on John’s face; it’s hard to say exactly what in the near darkness, but he seems pleased.

    And finally, with impossible agility for a feline of his girth, Stanley leaps into Sam’s arms. He laughs, and, at the sound, a tightness in my chest eases. I’d been so terrified that something horrible had befallen Sam at Patience Creek and that we were going to be apart when it happened—just like John and Sarah. Only now am I finally able to relax a bit.

    “All right, Stanley, all right,” Sam says, holding the heavy, purring cat in his arms. “We can make it official.”

    Nine scowls. “You need to rename that stupid cat.”

    “These Chimærae will be your protectors until you’ve come to fully grasp your Legacies,” John continues, glancing at Bernie Kosar, who, in beagle-form, sits quietly at his feet. “And then they will be your most valuable allies. One day, hopefully, we’ll be able to help you more, train you like our Cêpans trained us. . . .”
  • rita121175цитирует6 лет назад
    I’m done with numbers.
  • rita121175цитирует6 лет назад
    There is one difference between the table I built here and the table used by the Elders. I didn’t carve nine specific spaces in the wood. There’s no spot for Loridas, or Setrákus or Pittacus. There aren’t even nine chairs. There’s as many as we need there to be, more than enough room. And if it gets too crowded, we can squeeze.
    I’m done with numbers.
  • rita121175цитирует6 лет назад
    “This is what progress looks like, bitch.”
  • rita121175цитирует6 лет назад
    bombardment has begun.
    Thank you, Sam.
    Just keep him here. Bury him down here, with all his horrible experiments.
    The withered, hideous face before me laughs maniacally.
    I close my eyes.
    Picture Sarah. She holds up a camera, snaps a photo and smiles at me.
    I let my Legacies pour out of me. All of them.
    Until there’s nothing left.
  • rita121175цитирует6 лет назад
    “You were always a fool, Pittacus.”
    “I’m not Pittacus Lore,” I say through gritted teeth. “I am Number Four. I’m the one who kills you
  • rita121175цитирует6 лет назад
    “What about living to fight another day?”
    “I think we’re about out of more days, don’t you? Time to end this, one way or the other.”
    If Adam ha
  • rita121175цитирует6 лет назад
    “You’ve always been the best sidekick a guy could ask for,”
  • rita121175цитирует6 лет назад
    “Oh, there’s no might for me,” Nine says, locking eyes with me. “I’m definitely living through this shit. You, on the other hand, you’ve got this whole fly-off-on-your-own-don’t-need-friends thing going, like you’re just gonna rage until you burn out. Like you don’t care what happens to you.” I start to protest, but Nine holds up a hand. “No, it’s cool. The rest of them might not get it, but I do. Leave it all on the field. You do what you need to do, man. But I don’t want you dying while I’ve still got all this shit on my conscience.”
  • rita121175цитирует6 лет назад
    “Kick some ass and do Earth proud,”
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