How to Save the World
Chapter 1
POV; Four
It had been three hours and 30 minutes since our little trio; Sam, Six, and I, had left behind Paradise, Ohio. And along with Paradise, Sara. My beautiful girlfriend, her wavy blond hair, the way she smelled, her soft lips. She was perfect, but I had to leave her behind. Because I had more important things to do, like save my planet.
I looked over at Six, weaving throughout traffic and honking her horn perhaps a couple more times than necessary. Her pale-skinned face still had a long scar on the side, and probably still would forever. Her dark lips were puckered into a frown as she used very colorful language to try to get the other drivers to use the highest speed they had. Because of a slightly cracked window, her straight raven hair below sideways. I could smell the pineapple shampoo she used. Six was beautiful, truly beautiful. Her strong arms and posture on the battlefield were enviable.
Sam suddenly called out; breaking my observation of Six. "There's a roadside motel six hours from here."
"Still on this highway?" Six asked, her voice strong and demanding. Wherever we were going, she wanted to get there fast.
"Yeah. We'll have dinner when we get there, I guess."
"Sounds like a plan." I replied. I picked up my Chest and stroked it. Six glanced over at me and smiled weakly.
"You don't have to open yet. I know it's painful."
"Yeah." I said, glancing over at her. I ran Sarah's image through my mind. Blond hair, camera in hand, smiling at me. Pink lips, and beautiful blue eyes. I kept Sarah's image in my mind as I fell asleep again. I didn't realize how exhausted all my nerves and sorrow had made me.
POV; Six
Sooner or later, after about three hours, I decided to wake Four. I nudged his shoulder and he woke up with a small smile. Probably thinking about his girlfriend, Sarah. She was human. Human. We're Lorien; we aren't supposed to get attached to humans, and yet Four did anyway.
He called in himself John in his last "life". That's what Sarah calls him. I want to make a distinction from this "Sarah." She's a meek, lovestruck human, and I never want to hear her name again.
Partly because I'm jealous. Yes, me, Six, is jealous. I'm jealous of what I called a meek, lovestruck human. I've always been kind of jealous of them in the first place. They don't have to lie to survive, they can live one life, and their mortal existence doesn't depend on every word they say. They have it so easy. That's why I scoff at human TV shows. They're always about how the protagonist has so much problems and how they solve them, and they always complain. They shouldn't.
But why I'm jealous of this "Sarah" is because she captured Four's heart. It's so plain to see they're in love I want to rip my heart of my chest. I KNOW they're in love, and I still can't refrain myself from looking at him. His bond hair sticks up in an attractive way. His arms are muscular and so defined, and his smile makes my heart flutter. His way of thinking is so heartfelt that I can't help but mentally swoon over him.
I'm in love with him while he's having his perfect little love story with Sarah. I want to punch a wall. He is the one and only person I think I'll love, because, well, he's the first person I've adored. I know for a fact that no one else will be able to touch my heart like he has.
What a cruel, twisted fate we Loriens have on Earth.
POV; Four
I ask Sam how far we are from the Motel.
"We have about three hours 'til we get to the Motel. I've booked us a room."
"How many beds?" Six asks.
"Uh, two."
"I'll sleep on the floor." I volunteer. I don't want Six sleeping on the floor. I have no idea why. I know she can take care of herself, but… I don't know. Don't ask me how my mind works.
I look over at Six. She has this angry look on her face, staring out at the the passing cars. She's drove for a long time now, but I think she doesn't want to be bothered. I turn and look out at the cars. Sarah would know how to turn this situation positive. I picture her smile, and her eyes. She's so perfect. She's so… sweet and kind.
The car stays silent for a while. It's not awkward, but Six is giving off tension.
"So this is real." Sam says.
"Yup." Six says. "Always has been, for me… and Four anyways."
I paused and thought about how she included me. I suddenly realized Six probably had a complicated Cêpan died when she was fourteen, and had to develop her legacies on her own. She probably thought about the other numbers a lot. I couldn't understand how she could have gone through all of that. I couldn't have survived that. I made a mental note to myself to ask her about that.
TIME SKIP: THREE HOURS
POV; Six
Three silent hours later, we arrived at the hotel. I was not in a good mood after driving such a long way that when we checked in I snapped at the concierge, if you could call them that. This place was so run-down I could hardly stand it. This place could turn into a tinderbox or death trap for the Mogs if we weren't careful.
We walked the halls until we found our room number; B4. This place was so low income and left to die that they actually had keys. It's not really a good thing. The Mogs could easily pick that lock, but, I mean, we're only staying one night, what's the harm?
Our room had two rooms and a small table with four chairs. It had a little snack bar and fridge that reminded me of a college dorm.
I set down my purse (satchel, whatever) on the table and rolled into bed. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.