Six's pov
I kick my long tanned legs, swinging them away from the seat, up a few inches, and back down. I tab on my knee the beat to the song blaring through my red headphones. Trying to zone out from my reality. If only I could forget my reality.
"We'll be stopping for the night if you want to turn off your music to pay attention," his deep voice tells me.
I turn off my phone and turn my head to look at him
"You need to know more than just need to learn more about your home," He says, tensely grabbing the dark colored steering wheel with his wrinkled tan hands.
"I would rather talk about where we are moving" I retorte, disliking the mention of my past.
"Fine," He grumbles, "we're moving to Granbury, Texas"
I flop my head to the side and groan "So what's our lie this time on where we're from and why did we move?"
"Your choice kiddo," he jokes
"Ha okay, we moved from Lorien, because a bunch of aliens want me dead" I joke
"Wow, that'll keep us under the radar," He giggles, "I'm thinking we moved from Las Vegas because I'm writing a book about a small town, and need to experience it first hand"
"Real original Jan," I laugh.
"I'm going to homeschool you there, I don't want another incident" He announced
"But Jan it wasn't my …" I pleaded
"Six, I know you think you're stronger then them, but I can't lose you kiddo," He starts to tear up, "after that one tried to attack you, I can't take the risk"
"Dad," I pause, "Jan, I already cut off all connections with everyone there, even…" my voice cuts off
"Kiddo I know, but we have to be safe, and this way you can learn about the important things and train" He response
"Alright," I grumble. Jan takes his right arm off the steering wheel and places it around my shoulder, give me a tight one handed hug.
"You ready to stop for the night? I think there's a motel off the exit a few miles ahead," he says.
"Sure thing," I agreed. I pull out my notebook as he place his hand back on the steering wheel.
I quickly right down a quick part of my story, if I'm going to die due to these folks, I need at least something to remember me bye.
If you want to know my name, you can't. You can have all my fake names, but my true name, I don't even know can have my number, six. I have no family, but Jan. Jan isn't my dad, although he looks a lot like me, enough to fool people. My parents, twin brother, and little sister are dead. They were taken from me. The mogs attacked my home planet. I will retake my home from them.
Our red jeep pulls into a dingy parking lot. I nervously tap my fingers on the black window frame, knowing I'll have to do the room check. Quickly I shuffle the notebook into my bag and start gathering my stuff.
"We should really cut your hair and dye it in the morning. Maybe switch your colored contacts," Jan says tiredly.
I already know the drill. Honestly I want to take out my hazel contacts and just have my natural eye color show but, the colors aren't human enough.
Jan swings open the car door and walks around the it. He checks all tiny little spots, incase of any trackers. Any piece of dirt, he smashes just to be safe. Nothing worrying.
He gives me a thumbs up and I grab the small dark grey pistol hidden under my seat. He walks quickly into the front office, and I watch as he slides one of our credit cards to the desk worker. He walks out a few seconds later with a smirk on his face as he holds up two room keys. I lightly jog over to him and snatch up the key to room 17.
I walk by myself to the room and slip the card into the slot. My finger is on the trigger. I twist the knob and step into the the poorly lit kitchen. I walk around the kitchen and see no camera, no mic ,and no mog. I carefully walk into Jan's room.
I hear a creaking noise and steady my hands. My cepán would never walk in well I was inspecting the hotel room. I see nothing in his room so I know it's most likely in mine. Unless the mog is looking at it's ugly face in the mirror. I sneak into my room. My fingers are tightly wrapped around the gun. I stand outside the door and, listen. The wood creaks again. I bust open the door, and see two eyes staring back at me...