Post by Snowlight on Mar 30, 2013 23:35:15 GMT -5
This is a I Am Number 4 fanfic/oneshot. Anyone can read it, I explained a summary of it inside the fanfic so you won't be completely lost. Hopefully I got nothing wrong in case there's anyone who read/watched the book/movie and don't like it when people get facts wrong. Enjoy!
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"Move, move, move!" a girl's voice yelled as she was running into the shabby looking shack that we call home. "Hurry up and get into the car now!"
"Why?" your best friend asked while grabbing his things. "Is it the police?!?"
"No, it's them! John hurry up, they're coming after you!"
I hurriedly grabbed my chest. It held the most valuable objects that I could ever own. I carefully throw it into the back of the car and jumped in. "Six, are they near?" I asked her.
"Yes, they tried to corner me when I went out to get some food for us. I turned invisible as soon as I went into an alley and ran back. Who knows if they're still searching, they might be anywhere near here!" Six said, driving the car out towards the country.
Sam, my best friend, was in the back, constantly looking outside to see if there were any close by.
Okay, I guess you want to know who's chasing us. It's something you won't know and something you probably won't believe. I'm also guessing that you want to know why we call Six, well Six. But first, let me introduce myself first. My name is John. Well that's my Earth name. My real name is Four. Yup, Four, a great name don't you think? You see, Six and I, aren't what you would call a human. Sure, we look the same, but inside, we're not......
Did you guess we were aliens? Yeah we are, and before you ask me, no we aren't taking over your planet. The aliens chasing us are. You see there were nine of us, just like Six and I. Nine children taken to the spaceship and shipped off to Earth because our home planet was in war. Each of us was named after a number as well as a mentor to guide us. Mine was Henri, he died protecting me in Paradise, Ohio when the Mogs attacked my school.
Who are Mogs? Mogs are short for Mogadoriens. They're our aliens. They are also the ones who've been chasing the nine of us all over the Earth for the past decade. They've already killed three of us. It was numbers one, two, and three. You see we have to killed in order or else whoever tries to kill one of us who isn't next, dies.
Then where does Sam fit in? Hmmmmm, he doesn't. He's not an alien like us, he's a human. Why he stays? He believes that his dad was captured by aliens. He also has to follow along because everyone thinks he's a terrorist like me. I don't know why we were called terrorists, I mean, it wasn't us who destroyed the school, it was the Mogs. Six also saved us when the Mogs were attacking the school. Normally, all nine of us had to spread us to make it harder but Six wanted to find the remaining six of us. I was the first one she found.
So now we're on the road, driving in Sam's dad's car. Not sure which state we're in, but I know that if we keep moving, the Mogs will have a harder time following us.
You might also be wondering what's so special about what's in my chest. Let me explain. There is alien objects in there. Special stones and objects that was brought with us from our home planet, Lorien. I don't know what most of the stuff can do but so far, it's pretty cool. There's also a scale of the small solar system in there. It lists all the planets as well as ours. I wonder if we can also track Mogs and the rest of the numbers on there......'Cause if we can, it would make--
Screech!!!!!
"What was that for Six!" I yelled.
"I'm sorry, but in case you haven't noticed there are police cars right in front of us!!!!!" Six yelled back at me.
"Guys! Stop arguing!" Sam said, cutting both of us from continual arguing. "We should probably get out and you two can carry around your knifes and daggers somewhere in case the Mogs catch up to us."
"Good thinking," I quickly said. I slipped my chest into the space below my seat. I quickly hid a dagger I found into the slip of my jacket and walked out.
"Put your hands up!" one of the policemen called out. I shrugged and put my hands up. I looked at Six. She seemed a bit nervous and kept looking around. "Mogs?" I mouth.
"Do you know why we're here?" another policeman said. Without waiting for a response, he said, "You're the kids who blew up that school in Paradise, Ohio aren't you?"
Deciding to say the truth, I say, "no."
"What do you mean no? Your faces are all over the media. You can't hide anywhere," he said.
I look around, obviously this guy won't believe us. I mean, we technically didn't blew up that school. It was the Mogs you see. Then I saw a flash. Then another flash. I looked at Sam and Six. They both noticed those flashes. I wondered for a second what they were until I remembered that the Mogs were chasing us. They dropped down from the trees and came from the trees. They knocked out a couple policemen who noticed them attacking.
I gave a quick look at Sam and Six. Just to make sure they're okay before I go off and killing the Mogs off.
"Good, they're okay," I thought. I pulled out my dagger and lunged at the nearest Mog. After destroying that Mog, I went to the next one. One and one, I destroyed the ones around me. When I looked up, all the policemen were knocked out.
"I know one of you three is 4!" a booming voice yelled out. I looked up, I saw a Mog. Probably more higher up than the rest of the other ones we've been fighting. Inside, my eyes widened with fear. I was number 4. I was the next one. I was the one they were looking for now.
Of course, I already knew that. But the fear that they know where we were was creeping the heck out of me. So anyways, all three of us shared glances. They didn't know which one of us was number 4. Thank heavens they don't. We could use that advantage.
I hear Sam's voice call out, "You're looking for number 4 aren't you?" For a heartbeat, I was scared. I couldn't believe he was going to rat me out. Not when he knew the stakes on our survival. He can't. He couldn't. He wouldn't do this!
"Guess you're lucky then! You see, Four's here."
My heart beats faster.
"And I am he."
"NO!!!!!!" My brain yells. I mean, I don't want him to say I was Four. But I didn't expect him to say that. I look up at the leading Mog. Obviously he doesn't believe it but I still tried to make it look convincing.
"You sniveling human!" he spat. "Don't think for one moment that you're Lorien. 'Cause you're not. I can tell by the way you fight."
Sam winced.
The Mog landed right in front of Sam. He put his face so close to Sam, I'm sure he smelt the guy's breath. "Probably smells nasty," I thought.
I looked at Six. She looked as if she was about to die. "Stop!" She put the dagger she was carrying in front of her. "I'm number 4. I'm the one you're hunting. Just don't hurt Sam!"
I sensed something more than just acting. Maybe she likes Sam....? Maybe.
"So shall it be!" he hissed and jumped down. He pulled out his dagger and walked closer to Six. I drew in a breath. If the spell was still bound, he couldn't kill Six. He would be killed instead. But there was a chance that the spell could've broken when we joined. The spell was made so that the numbers can be far away from each other and protect their chances of surviving.
I clenched my dagger tightly in my fist, ready to throw at a moment's notice. My mind weighed heavily on the thought. Even though it was seconds, it felt like minutes. Hours. Days.
I looked over at Sam. He was pale faced and looked like he was about to faint. It made sense since, after all, he did like Six.
I looked over at Six. As always, she was trying to look brave and act as if she knew what would happen.
I looked over at the Mog. He was grinning. Why was he taking so long? I grew frustrated that I couldn't take it any longer. I threw the dagger. I felt it slip out of my hand and head straight towards the Mog.
At that exact same moment the Mog turned around. He swiped the dagger away and snarled.
"Well, well, well," he snarled. "Looks like you also want to join in as being the hero."
"So what?" I yelled back. "They're my friends. I will never let you kill them!"
"So brave, yet so young," he hissed back. Suddenly he threw his knife at me. I tried to dodge. Instantly time slowed down. Seconds, minutes, hours; they meant nothing to me. I saw the knife inch closer and closer to me. Towards my face. Then towards my neck. Shoulder. And just before I can turn my arm away from the knife, it hit.
Pain exploded. I grabbed by arm. My entire arm was shaking and when my eyes could finally focus on what was happening, I was fresh blood on my hand.
All of a sudden, I heard the most bloodcurdling scream from where Six was. I looked up in alarm. For a moment I thought it was Six but it wasn't. I saw a explosion of ashes from where Six was. After a couple moments, he area cleared up and the Mog was gone. Six was covered in the Mog's ashes.
"Gross!" Six said, disgusted. She tried to wipe off as much ashes as she could. Sam ran over to her and helped her get rid of it.
"Sure guys, just worry about Mog dust rather than your best friend over here that was knifed and is dying here," I said sarcastically. Sam looked a bit hurt and Six looked a bit irritated, but she's always like that.
Six ran over to me. "Turn away, I'm going to take out the knife. Don't move, or I could make the wound bigger."
I turned away. I felt her hand rest on the knife before trying to pull it out. I hissed. The pain was unbearable.
"There, I got it out," Six said. I sighed with relief. "Now for the bandaging part." She grabbed a shirt and wrapped it around my arm.
I hissed in pain again. "I know I'm not a professional at this but this is the best we got until we hit another town."
"It's fine," I said. "Why did you guys say you were the Fourth one?"
"'Cause we didn't want you dead dummy," Six retorted.
"But you risked your life on the line!" I argued back..
"That's what friends do." Sam said calmly.
"John, there's a whole list we can make on why we said that we were 4, okay? Let's at least have this discussion on the road or something. Is the car alright?" Six said. Leave it to her to make a plan.
I winced with pain. Every single time I moved my arm, even if it was just an inch, pain burned all over. I didn't even bother to get my knife lying on the floor. I could always go buy a new one. The sun was setting and I watched it go down. "Another day survived for the Numbers," I thought before I went into the truck. The three of us switched seats. I sat in the back, resting, while Sam drove and Six rested in the passenger seat. I closed my eyes and made sure my arm wouldn't be a pain during my sleep. After a couple moments, I fell into a world, a perfect world, where I would be with Henri again and the Numbers could finally go back to our home. Planet Lorien.
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"Move, move, move!" a girl's voice yelled as she was running into the shabby looking shack that we call home. "Hurry up and get into the car now!"
"Why?" your best friend asked while grabbing his things. "Is it the police?!?"
"No, it's them! John hurry up, they're coming after you!"
I hurriedly grabbed my chest. It held the most valuable objects that I could ever own. I carefully throw it into the back of the car and jumped in. "Six, are they near?" I asked her.
"Yes, they tried to corner me when I went out to get some food for us. I turned invisible as soon as I went into an alley and ran back. Who knows if they're still searching, they might be anywhere near here!" Six said, driving the car out towards the country.
Sam, my best friend, was in the back, constantly looking outside to see if there were any close by.
Okay, I guess you want to know who's chasing us. It's something you won't know and something you probably won't believe. I'm also guessing that you want to know why we call Six, well Six. But first, let me introduce myself first. My name is John. Well that's my Earth name. My real name is Four. Yup, Four, a great name don't you think? You see, Six and I, aren't what you would call a human. Sure, we look the same, but inside, we're not......
Did you guess we were aliens? Yeah we are, and before you ask me, no we aren't taking over your planet. The aliens chasing us are. You see there were nine of us, just like Six and I. Nine children taken to the spaceship and shipped off to Earth because our home planet was in war. Each of us was named after a number as well as a mentor to guide us. Mine was Henri, he died protecting me in Paradise, Ohio when the Mogs attacked my school.
Who are Mogs? Mogs are short for Mogadoriens. They're our aliens. They are also the ones who've been chasing the nine of us all over the Earth for the past decade. They've already killed three of us. It was numbers one, two, and three. You see we have to killed in order or else whoever tries to kill one of us who isn't next, dies.
Then where does Sam fit in? Hmmmmm, he doesn't. He's not an alien like us, he's a human. Why he stays? He believes that his dad was captured by aliens. He also has to follow along because everyone thinks he's a terrorist like me. I don't know why we were called terrorists, I mean, it wasn't us who destroyed the school, it was the Mogs. Six also saved us when the Mogs were attacking the school. Normally, all nine of us had to spread us to make it harder but Six wanted to find the remaining six of us. I was the first one she found.
So now we're on the road, driving in Sam's dad's car. Not sure which state we're in, but I know that if we keep moving, the Mogs will have a harder time following us.
You might also be wondering what's so special about what's in my chest. Let me explain. There is alien objects in there. Special stones and objects that was brought with us from our home planet, Lorien. I don't know what most of the stuff can do but so far, it's pretty cool. There's also a scale of the small solar system in there. It lists all the planets as well as ours. I wonder if we can also track Mogs and the rest of the numbers on there......'Cause if we can, it would make--
Screech!!!!!
"What was that for Six!" I yelled.
"I'm sorry, but in case you haven't noticed there are police cars right in front of us!!!!!" Six yelled back at me.
"Guys! Stop arguing!" Sam said, cutting both of us from continual arguing. "We should probably get out and you two can carry around your knifes and daggers somewhere in case the Mogs catch up to us."
"Good thinking," I quickly said. I slipped my chest into the space below my seat. I quickly hid a dagger I found into the slip of my jacket and walked out.
"Put your hands up!" one of the policemen called out. I shrugged and put my hands up. I looked at Six. She seemed a bit nervous and kept looking around. "Mogs?" I mouth.
"Do you know why we're here?" another policeman said. Without waiting for a response, he said, "You're the kids who blew up that school in Paradise, Ohio aren't you?"
Deciding to say the truth, I say, "no."
"What do you mean no? Your faces are all over the media. You can't hide anywhere," he said.
I look around, obviously this guy won't believe us. I mean, we technically didn't blew up that school. It was the Mogs you see. Then I saw a flash. Then another flash. I looked at Sam and Six. They both noticed those flashes. I wondered for a second what they were until I remembered that the Mogs were chasing us. They dropped down from the trees and came from the trees. They knocked out a couple policemen who noticed them attacking.
I gave a quick look at Sam and Six. Just to make sure they're okay before I go off and killing the Mogs off.
"Good, they're okay," I thought. I pulled out my dagger and lunged at the nearest Mog. After destroying that Mog, I went to the next one. One and one, I destroyed the ones around me. When I looked up, all the policemen were knocked out.
"I know one of you three is 4!" a booming voice yelled out. I looked up, I saw a Mog. Probably more higher up than the rest of the other ones we've been fighting. Inside, my eyes widened with fear. I was number 4. I was the next one. I was the one they were looking for now.
Of course, I already knew that. But the fear that they know where we were was creeping the heck out of me. So anyways, all three of us shared glances. They didn't know which one of us was number 4. Thank heavens they don't. We could use that advantage.
I hear Sam's voice call out, "You're looking for number 4 aren't you?" For a heartbeat, I was scared. I couldn't believe he was going to rat me out. Not when he knew the stakes on our survival. He can't. He couldn't. He wouldn't do this!
"Guess you're lucky then! You see, Four's here."
My heart beats faster.
"And I am he."
"NO!!!!!!" My brain yells. I mean, I don't want him to say I was Four. But I didn't expect him to say that. I look up at the leading Mog. Obviously he doesn't believe it but I still tried to make it look convincing.
"You sniveling human!" he spat. "Don't think for one moment that you're Lorien. 'Cause you're not. I can tell by the way you fight."
Sam winced.
The Mog landed right in front of Sam. He put his face so close to Sam, I'm sure he smelt the guy's breath. "Probably smells nasty," I thought.
I looked at Six. She looked as if she was about to die. "Stop!" She put the dagger she was carrying in front of her. "I'm number 4. I'm the one you're hunting. Just don't hurt Sam!"
I sensed something more than just acting. Maybe she likes Sam....? Maybe.
"So shall it be!" he hissed and jumped down. He pulled out his dagger and walked closer to Six. I drew in a breath. If the spell was still bound, he couldn't kill Six. He would be killed instead. But there was a chance that the spell could've broken when we joined. The spell was made so that the numbers can be far away from each other and protect their chances of surviving.
I clenched my dagger tightly in my fist, ready to throw at a moment's notice. My mind weighed heavily on the thought. Even though it was seconds, it felt like minutes. Hours. Days.
I looked over at Sam. He was pale faced and looked like he was about to faint. It made sense since, after all, he did like Six.
I looked over at Six. As always, she was trying to look brave and act as if she knew what would happen.
I looked over at the Mog. He was grinning. Why was he taking so long? I grew frustrated that I couldn't take it any longer. I threw the dagger. I felt it slip out of my hand and head straight towards the Mog.
At that exact same moment the Mog turned around. He swiped the dagger away and snarled.
"Well, well, well," he snarled. "Looks like you also want to join in as being the hero."
"So what?" I yelled back. "They're my friends. I will never let you kill them!"
"So brave, yet so young," he hissed back. Suddenly he threw his knife at me. I tried to dodge. Instantly time slowed down. Seconds, minutes, hours; they meant nothing to me. I saw the knife inch closer and closer to me. Towards my face. Then towards my neck. Shoulder. And just before I can turn my arm away from the knife, it hit.
Pain exploded. I grabbed by arm. My entire arm was shaking and when my eyes could finally focus on what was happening, I was fresh blood on my hand.
All of a sudden, I heard the most bloodcurdling scream from where Six was. I looked up in alarm. For a moment I thought it was Six but it wasn't. I saw a explosion of ashes from where Six was. After a couple moments, he area cleared up and the Mog was gone. Six was covered in the Mog's ashes.
"Gross!" Six said, disgusted. She tried to wipe off as much ashes as she could. Sam ran over to her and helped her get rid of it.
"Sure guys, just worry about Mog dust rather than your best friend over here that was knifed and is dying here," I said sarcastically. Sam looked a bit hurt and Six looked a bit irritated, but she's always like that.
Six ran over to me. "Turn away, I'm going to take out the knife. Don't move, or I could make the wound bigger."
I turned away. I felt her hand rest on the knife before trying to pull it out. I hissed. The pain was unbearable.
"There, I got it out," Six said. I sighed with relief. "Now for the bandaging part." She grabbed a shirt and wrapped it around my arm.
I hissed in pain again. "I know I'm not a professional at this but this is the best we got until we hit another town."
"It's fine," I said. "Why did you guys say you were the Fourth one?"
"'Cause we didn't want you dead dummy," Six retorted.
"But you risked your life on the line!" I argued back..
"That's what friends do." Sam said calmly.
"John, there's a whole list we can make on why we said that we were 4, okay? Let's at least have this discussion on the road or something. Is the car alright?" Six said. Leave it to her to make a plan.
I winced with pain. Every single time I moved my arm, even if it was just an inch, pain burned all over. I didn't even bother to get my knife lying on the floor. I could always go buy a new one. The sun was setting and I watched it go down. "Another day survived for the Numbers," I thought before I went into the truck. The three of us switched seats. I sat in the back, resting, while Sam drove and Six rested in the passenger seat. I closed my eyes and made sure my arm wouldn't be a pain during my sleep. After a couple moments, I fell into a world, a perfect world, where I would be with Henri again and the Numbers could finally go back to our home. Planet Lorien.
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