The Legacy Chronicles

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Epilogue

Excerpt from Generation One

Excerpt from Fugitive Six

About the Author

Books by Pittacus Lore

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Copyright

About the Publisher

CHAPTER ONE

SIX

UNKNOWN LOCATION

SIX GLARED AT THE CLOSED DOOR. SHE HAD BEEN doing so for about fifteen minutes—ever since Eleni had dragged Sam out of the room—hoping to jump-start her telekinesis and force it open.

It hadn’t worked.

Furious, she sat down on the cot that stood against one wall. Her head throbbed from the effort of trying to get her Legacies to cooperate. Or maybe that thing Magdalena put inside you is crawling around doing its job, she thought.

The idea that some kind of parasite was in her head, doing who knew what, made her even angrier. She’d been hoping that the Mog’s story about implanting her and Sam and Max with some kind of parasites was a lie, something Magdalena had told her to throw her off. But given how her and Sam’s Legacies weren’t cooperating, how weak Sam seemed and how easily Eleni had pushed her aside earlier and prevented her from helping Sam, when normally she would have been able to take the Mog out with a couple of hits, she now had to assume it was true. And that pissed her off.

Thinking about Max, she wondered how he was doing. She and Sam had been teleported from the bunker in Utah to a new location. But what about the others? Where were Max and Bats and Lava now? And the other kids who had attacked them back at the bunker? She wished she could get her hands on those delinquents. Especially that girl, Freakshow, the one who had used her fear-inducing Legacy to make Six relive one of the worst moments of her life. What she wouldn’t give for a chance to repay her for that torture.

Pain ricocheted through Six’s head. She pictured a rat, gnawing away at wiring, disrupting the electrical signals and causing lights to flicker on and off.

“I swear, if I had a knife I’d try to cut it out myself,” she muttered, hitting the side of her head with her fist.

She winced as another jolt of pain throbbed through her, as if the thing inside her head could understand and was telling her she didn’t have a chance against it. She lay down, closing her eyes and trying to calm herself. How much longer could the parasite keep doing what it was doing? Days? Or did she have only hours left? Was Magdalena going to remove it, or was the plan to let it kill her?

That was not going to happen. She was not going to allow herself to be a Mog experiment. If it came down to it, she really would try to get the parasite out herself. And if that didn’t work, well, she’d die before she let the Mogs steal her Legacies.