After having burned my symbol into the crop circle, I wait until nightfall. If they've gathered together, which I believe they have, then it won't be long until they show up to pick me up. As of right now though, I'm in the bathroom of this monster mart thing where I told them I'd be at. I look into the mirror, staring into the face that has seen so much blood shed and not enough peace. Being 17, I remember Lorien; I remember how many of us there were.
Now, we are so few. I lost my Cepan last week. Cassidy didn't deserve to die the way he did. Already an aging man whenever we arrived on Earth a little over a decade ago, his health deteriorated as the years went by. We took the risk of going to a doctor and thankfully our biological structure was no more different than that of a human. That was a little over a month ago. The doctor said he still had a few more years left to live.
Cassidy died with a sword through his chest, not peacefully in his sleep like he should have gone. I saved the Mog that killed him for last though. And oh, did I take my time with him. I was always told that my race, the Loric, were peaceful beings that used their powers for the good of all things, that we believed in the continuity of tranquility. It's amazing how all of that peacefulness goes out the window the moment you see your best friend and closest thing to a father die right before your eyes at the hand of your sworn enemy.
I ignored his cries for mercy, for me to kill him. I didn't even ask him anything. That Mog would know pain and agony to his core, and he would not be given the simple gift of a merciful death. I left him alive to be found by his comrades, whenever they would come. I wonder what they thought of when they came across that.
Before Cassidy was killed, Emma was killed a month before that. Other than Cassidy, she was my world. And just like they killed my home planet, the Mogs killed the only other thing that I had come to love. What made things even worse was the fact that she was carrying my unborn son. Yes, we had made love to each other the night that I told her who I really was. She accepted me for who I was, telling me that we would make it together. I watched her die before my eyes in a car bomb that was meant to kill myself and Cassidy; it was at this moment I realized the Mogs were backed by the US government, seeing as how they would've planned a more brutal and isolated death for us.
I won't go into any more detail. It's useless to think about the good things that there are when those good things are taken from you. So I vowed to kill every last Mogadorian I would come across. I vowed to avenge my son and his mother, my love. And now I've vowed to avenge Cassidy's death. I've vowed to avenge every single Loric that was killed.
They killed Number One in Malaysia.
They murdered Number Two in England.
And they hunted down Number Three in Kenya.
I am Number Five, one of six still alive.
They will know the true meaning of perdition.
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