A Daniel X Fanfiction
by Sakura Martinez

Author's Notes:

It's been a while since I last wrote anything for and right now, I'm addicted to one of the many books that I have been reading. It is, of course, Daniel X, written by James Patterson. I decided to write this fanfic to pass time while waiting for the release of the fourth book in the series, Daniel X: Game Over, from where the title of this fanfic was based. I tried to write it in a way that James Patterson usually writes his Maximum Ride and Daniel X novels. I have to note that Daniel is a little bit different here than before but I am trying to keep his character in-tact.

This is my first time to write a Daniel X fanfiction, and one that is in the first person POV. I hope you would find this to your liking. This is, of course, a Daniel-Dana fanfic.

Disclaimer:

I do not own Daniel X, or the characters in that story. James Patterson own the rights for them. What I do own is the idea of this fanfic.

Summary:

Daniel has long accepted what has happened to his friends Dana, Willy, Emma and Joe. But when he is suddenly ambushed by Number 2's second-in-command, Number 13, the young Alien Hunter finds a big surprise waiting for him.

Daniel X: Game Over

Chapter One

There are only a few things in this world that could really, really surprise me. Most of them are Alien Hunter stuff like an Alien suddenly jumping at me from out of nowhere (I'll get to that later) or me getting some kind of new power (more on that later, too). Of course, there are instances when normal humans-ordinary earthlings-have surprised me, too. Like when they step up to the plate and put the fate of their town (or their planet) in their own hands. I've met a girl like that while I was fighting against a freaky catfish-slash-electronics Alien, Number 5 on the List, back in Holliswood. Of course, the surprise that I had felt when I saw Judy(see above description) running with an Alien-technology weapon ready to bust Alien butts (and heads) was nothing like the surprise that I was feeling now. When that particular surprise is a kind of pleasant surprise (emphasis on 'a kind of'), this surprise was more on the you-have-got-to-be-freaking-kidding-me kind. No, scratch that. Maybe this was more like a horrifying you-have-got-to-be-kidding-me kind (emphasis on 'horrifying'). After all, there's nothing more horrifying (for me, at least) than to be strapped in a cold, metallic chair with wires connected to my body and my powers completely drained and useless. Granted, I have been captured a number of times and have almost died a couple of times, but this was the first time in my short life that I was placed in such a predicament. I mean, give me a prison cell without any windows any day. I would rather have that than this.

I'm getting ahead of myself. You're probably wondering who I am and what the heck I'm talking about. Well then, let's first start off with an introduction.

My name is Daniel. Most people (and I'm talking about 'people' who do not want me dead) call me Daniel, or Danny. Aliens (those 'people' who do want me dead) know me as the Alien Hunter, Daniel X. Yes, you read that right. I'm a sixteen-year-old Alien Hunter—as in someone who hunts and eradicates evil creatures from outer space who are living in Earth causing all sorts of mayhem and problems. Yep, that kind of Alien Hunter. Those Aliens are on what I like to call "The List" and are ranked based on how dangerous they are. I don't know how long the List is. I've never actually tried scrolling down to the very bottom of it. But the toughest and most dangerous Alien of all is ranked Number 1-and he is the Alien I am itching to get my hands on, and not just because I want to make your world, Earth, a peaceful place (although that is one of the reasons, being one of your planet's Guardian and all that) but also because I want to have my revenge on Number One—The Prayer, who killed my father and mother, and my sister, Brenda (affectionally known as 'Pork Chop') when I was just three-years-old. You can imagine how much damaged that did to my poor, young-self.

Some people may think that it's cool being an Alien Hunter and all that. It is cool, if you don't think much of the dangers involved with my job. Of course, that's not the all. I'm an Alien too. An Alien with incredible powers of creating things from my imagination (though it requires me to concentrate and I can only create them in a limited amount of time) and time travelling (although I haven't actually mastered it yet and I'm not exactly looking forward to time travelling all that much), not to mention that I also have incredible strength, speed, and stamina. So, if I'm an Alien, why am I helping your planet out? Well, not all Aliens are bad (though at my stay here on your planet, I have only met a couple of them who aren't bad-which, of course, includes me). I'm an Alien from the Planet Alpar Nok where people grow up to be Protectors of various worlds (yes, you're planet isn't the only planet in the entire universe that houses life forms)...or maybe I should say the planet where people used to be trained to become Protectors.

Yep, used to, as in, not anymore. You see, a couple of years ago this Alien, Number Six (aka Ergent Seth) decided to colonize, pulverize, and completely eradicate me and my kind. They didn't get everyone of the inhabitants of Alpak Nor, though, but they did manage to destroy my beautiful home planet—a place that I've only been to once in my life (and that was when I was captured by Ergent Seth). Many people died when Ergent Seth attacked our planet, and that included my drang—my friends, who were then only little kids. Now, I'm the only Alien Hunter from Alpak Nor (that I know of anyways).

So, that's me in a nutshell. Whether you believe me or not, well, that's entirely your choice.

Anyways, this particular story starts a couple of days ago when I was with my friends: Emma, our self-proclaimed environmentalist, extreme animal-lover, and vegetarian; Willy, the combat-slash-weapons-slash-machine expert; Joe, the most talkative and the heaviest eater in our small group; and, of course, Dana, the most beautiful, kindest, and overall perfect, girl of my dreams. They're part of my drang. Yes, the same drang that got killed during Ergent Seth's rampage on Alpak Nor. They're with me because, well, I need them and because I can (like I've told you before) recreate them from my memory. Don't get me wrong, they're not like those shadowy things that are intangible, believe me when I say that you'd be having a hard time believing they were dead the way they were acting and how they can touch and grab onto stuff. They can also talk and think for themselves so, sometimes, even I forget that they're just a part of me—a part of my imagination and my memory.

We were cruising through the streets of Shinjuku (yes, we are in Japan) on our black, Honda Fit (courtesy of yours truly). Emma and Willy were arguing like brother and sister (which they are, by the way) over whether or not Shinjuku's a cool place to live (Emma's arguing about how polluted it is while Willy was stating how the stores were cool and interesting), Joe-Joe was, as usual, stuffing his mouth with tempura and sushi-all three of them were at the back of the car while Dana sat shotgun reading Japan's Travel Guide. As for me? Well, I was stuck with driving through the crowded streets of the world's busiest train station, and apart from Dana sitting beside me, there was nothing I liked about it. It was noisy, crowded, and polluted.

So, what were we doing here in Japan? Well, I recently found out that this is where Number Two was hiding. Well, not exactly here in Shinjuku but somewhere in Japan. So, me and my friends have been trying to find where in Japan exactly this second most notorious Alien on the List is. You'd think that after a week of going from one district to another we would have found clues to Number Two's whereabouts. Unfortunately, that was not the case.

"This is getting frustrating." I groaned as we were once again caught in another traffic jam, I was barely keeping myself from banging my head on the steering wheel. Why, may I ask, is there so many cars here if this is supposed to be the busiest train station in the world? Shouldn't these people be boarding on and off trains instead of cars? Geez!

Dana took her eyes off of the Travel Guide for a while to look at me, her eyes—blue ones—were glinting and her mouth curved into a smile. Her blond hair, which had grown longer over time, was tied in a loose ponytail. "We can always walk."

You can imagine how that idea had been shot down as soon as it was conceived, as everyone (including me) all yelled, "No!"

She frowned at that, "Why not? We can go sight-see while we're here." She then held up the Travel Guide and dangled it in front of me, "Look, they have all these wonderful places we can visit: The Meiji Shrine, the Shinjuku Central Park, the National Museum of Nature and Science, plus there's a whole lot of places to eat—even Joe-Joe would be happy."

What she said...well, that got the gang thinking. I could almost see the gears in their head turning (figuratively, of course. I may have a couple of special skills, powers and talents up my sleeves but x-ray vision is, sadly, not one of them) as they weigh their options. And let me tell you, they were leaning on Dana's little suggestion.

I gave Dana one of my blank stares and my 'you've got to be kidding me' look. Don't get me wrong. I like Dana. I adore her. Like I've said she's my dream girl-everything I want in a girl, well, Dana's it. Back when I didn't know that my four friends have actually existed, I have thought that Dana was just another fragment of my imagination and that the feelings I had for her were pretty much one-sided. When I learned that she actually existed, and that she really was real but had died, well, that pretty much bummed me so much. If you think about it, falling for a pigment of your imagination—even if said pigment was as beautiful and had been real as Dana was-it's still pretty weird. Yep, even for an Alien Hunter and an Alien like me. But lately, things have been different between us. So much different. Thinking back I guess it must have really changed back when I had kissed her when Beta was trying to roast us alive inside a car (I won't go into details with that).

The memory of the kiss made my cheeks burn, and let me tell you Daniel X rarely (and I do mean that) blushes! I quickly turn my head and faced the road, just in time to accelerate the car forward as the traffic seem to have untangled itself a bit. A little bit. But it was still a welcoming distraction.

"Alright, I'm all for it." Emma was the one who caved in to Dana's suggestion. "I always wanted to go to a museum. We've never been in one before, right?"

"Me too. Well, not on the museum part." Joe said as he tossed an empty can of soda (not outside the car, mind you, we are not a fan of pollution). "I want to eat all of the different kinds of food that the Japanese people have to offer."

"Oh, come on, Joe!" I said shaking my head and staring at him through the rear-view mirror. "You just ate!"

"So?" Joe raised an eyebrow at me. It was as if that answer was enough...well, okay. Since this was Joe we're talking about, that answer is kind of enough. But still...

"Why are you so against this, Daniel?" Dana asked, she sounded irritated and when I looked at her, she looks irritated as well.

"Because we're here on a mission. To find Number Two." I answered a-matter-of-factly. True, I usually am one of the easy-going members of the group but I know I have to focus. We've already made too many mistakes in the past and have just about experienced a whole lot of near-death…err…experiences. "The sooner we get to Number Two, the sooner we can find clues about the Prayer, and the sooner that we get to the Prayer, the sooner I get to dish out some massive payback."

"But we are searching for Number Two, Danny." Emma said, "We're just going to go through a bunch of really cool, really interesting, and highly educational tourist spots while we're at it."

I saw Dana and Joe nod at that little speech of hers. I could have clapped them out of existence if I could (which, I usually could) but lately, that little trick seems to have been slipping from me. I could no longer control when they appear and disappear. It was like they've...evolved. They appear whenever they want and disappear in just about the same manner. Thankfully, my mom, dad and Pork Chop haven't seem to have gotten a 'level up', otherwise, it would be pandemonium.

Don't get me wrong, I love my family. But when it comes to high-level, single-digit ranked Aliens on the List, well...mom and dad aren't exactly ecstatic about me jumping in and eradicating evil Aliens for the benefit of mankind. As for Pork Chop, well, she's my little sister and she can just be so damn annoying.

I took a look at Willy who, up until then, hadn't said a word regarding Dana's suggestion. When he saw me looking at him, he shrugged and gave a little smile. "Sorry, man. I'm with them on this one."

And that was how we ended up walking around Shinjuku's National Museum of Nature and Science with Emma practically beaming at everything and anything in sight. Her smile was actually blinding and being such a nature-loving, earth-loving Alien, I guess I understand why museums like this would actually make her feel like she was in heaven. Me? Well, I was pretty much frowning. I'm usually a pretty easy-going guy but, there was just something in the air, some nagging feeling in the back of my head and in my gut, that was telling me that this was a bad idea.

"Relax." I heard Dana whisper to me as Emma dragged Willy and Joe off to another part of the museum. She was acting like a little kid at a toy store and not like the sixteen-year-old Alien from Alpak Nor that she was.

"I am perfectly relaxed." I told Dana, although I did look from left to right taking in everything in sight as I did.

"Yeah, and I'm a perfectly normal human girl." She snorted and I saw her even rolling her eyes at me. I looked at her frowning but I wasn't able to say anything since she went on and said, "I know you, Danny. And this...right now? This is you not being relaxed...at all."

I sighed. I wasn't sure any more if Dana was just acting out what I imagined or if this was part of her "leveling up"—thinking for herself, acting for herself, being entirely herself with no help from me (other than my powers basically bringing them into the real world with them being dead and all). Which was why I didn't know if commenting on how well she knows me would be a good thing to say.

"So, what is this really about, Danny?" She pressed on.

I veered off into a different direction, walking towards one of the wooden benches that were currently unoccupied. Dana followed me silently and as soon as we were there, I plopped down on the bench and motioned for her to join me.

"So?" She asked, once we were seated, the sun's rays from the open roof beaming on us making her blond hair glow and making them look like a halo around her head.

"Something's not...right." I told her, not really sure what I'm supposed to say after that. I didn't know how I was going to explain it to her. I've never felt as wired and jumpy as I do now and it freaked me out more than anything. "I don't know what it is, but I do know that something's amiss."

"Maybe you're just stressed." She ventured. "It's only been, what? A couple of months since the fight with Beta?"

"2 months, 4 days and 12 hours." I told her and grinned when I got an expression of disbelief out of her. "I guess you're right...but still..."

Just then, Dana placed her hand on top of my own and I felt my hand tingle. Like an electric current suddenly passed through it. I tried to ignore it. After all, this wasn't the first time that Dana had touched my hand, or my arm. "Just relax. Nothing bad's going to happen. I doubt Number Two would know that we're here in Japan anyway."

Oh, boy... How wrong Dana was about that one for just as those words escaped her mouth did the sights and sound of people screaming and running for their lives filled the air.

We both stood up and looked around, searching for what was causing all that commotion as well as for the rest of our friends. It didn't take long for me to spot Emma, Willy and Joe running towards us. In a couple of seconds, we were all together again.

"What's going on?" I asked just as I heard the sound of explosion and of glass breaking.

"We don't know. We just heard the screaming and then the panicking." Emma told me.

"I think it's safe to assume that the baddies had come out to play." Joe added. I nodded at that assumption. It was always like that. They could find us—at least the high-level ones. How were they doing that? More importantly, what the heck's attacking the museum?

It was then that I heard them—the thoughts of the people who had emerged from the eastern side of the museum, their faces were painted with horror, not to mention caked in white powder that could only have come from falling debris.

They were all thinking in Japanese, of course, but thanks to my special abilities, I was able to understand them as if they were talking in plain English.

"Hurry!"

"Run for your lives!"

"Robots are attacking! Ahhh!"

Either I was hearing it wrong, or should I say translating it wrong, but that last thought…Did that guy just mention robots attacking?

Before I could try to read more of the other people's minds, I heard a loud crashing noise behind me. I whirled around, and so did my friends and we all gasped in a mixture of surprise. There, standing behind the large, gaping hole on the wall were a dozen or so large-muscled, stone-faced human-looking things that looked as if they came straight out of the Terminator movies.

From behind us, where the first explosions occurred, I heard more of these things march in. I tried reading their thoughts—something that always pays off when you're confronted with things that want to kill you. Unfortunately, I couldn't read any of their thoughts. No matter how hard I tried, their minds were blank.

As soon as they saw us, they began chanting. Their voices were like grinding metal and it made us all cringed. They were all saying one thing, though.

"Daniel X. Destroy Daniel X." Go figure.

"Willy, I got a question for you." I whispered, not taking my eyes from the looming threat. I saw Willy nod from my peripheral vision, and so I went on to ask despite knowing what the answer was going to be, "How do you deal with crazed robots who seem to be out to get you?"

"Short them?" Willy answered. "Machines don't do well with water."

I nodded and grinned. "Well then guys, time to get wet and wild!"

And that was all I have to say for Willy, Emma, Joe and Dana to go into battle mode. Five against a dozen of Terminator-look-alikes is pretty bad. But hey, we're Aliens and we're also Alien Hunters, plus I have a few tricks up my sleeves.

The thing about having the ultimate power—the power to create—is that you can create things. But, like I've said, I need to be concentrating. That was why I was letting my friends do all of the fighting for now while I try to envision and create a fire hydrant. A huge fire hydrant with unlimited water supply.

You would have thought that that was enough. But no matter how powerful Willy, Emma, Joe and Dana's attacks were against these droids, nothing happened. None of the droids buckled. There weren't even a dent on their human-skin-like appearance. And let me tell you, my drang packs a super-human mean punch.

"What are these things made of?" Groaned Joe-Joe as he jumped a few feet away from one of the Terminator-dudes after giving it an uppercut that would have knocked the bejeezus out of Mike Tyson.

"Not any metal from earth, that's for sure." Willy shouted as he landed near Joe-Joe. I saw him fish something out of his pocket before he went on to shout, "Everyone that's not made of metal, duck!"

Willy then threw something up in the upcoming group of robots, who seem to have been programmed to not care about anything other than, well, killing me. Dana and Emma followed Willy's instructions and backed as far away from the robots as they could. A second later, a small explosion occurred. Did I mention that Willy's our weapon's expert? A bomb, counts as a weapon, doesn't it?

Of course, that explosion caused me to lose concentration as a robot arm whacked me at the back of my head.

"Hey! Watch it!" I shouted, rubbing the back of my head and searching for any lumps or blood.

"Danny, forget the creating thing." Willy shouted over at me as he threw another bomb into a group of robots. "They're not so tough once you use an XP312 Bomb on them!"

XP3-what? I was about to ask but decided to go against it. I may be smart but there are a couple of things—particularly things that Willy had invented, like that bomb—that I know of.

Another explosion rocked our world. But it seems that no matter how many of these dudes we—or should I say Willy's bomb—managed to destroy, more kept on coming. What? Is there some kind of robo-factory underneath this museum?

"Fight or flight?" I heard Dana ask me while my mind was wondering if these were Number Two's goons.

I looked over at her and saw that, like everyone, she was covered in soot as well. Not only that but I could hear the sound of sirens not far off in the distance. We can't, under any circumstance, be caught by the authorities. And so, in the end, it was really a no-brainer.

"Flight." I told my drang.

We were almost out of the museum through one of the large holes on the wall courtesy of the robot troupes when the worst thing that could happen to me happened.

I was shot. And it only took a couple of seconds for me to lose my consciousness. The last thing I heard was Dana's voice shouting my name, and the last thing I saw was the horror-struck look on her face.

And that is how I found myself in this predicament: chained to a metallic chair in a room filled with alien computers and technology with wires attached to my body and a metallic headband wrapped around my head where more tubes and wires were connected.

I tried wriggling free, no good. I tried conjuring my friends, no good. I tried to shape shift into a small animal—a tick, an insect, anything (I can do that, you know)—no good.

I was stuck here, wherever 'here' was, without any means of escape and without my powers. Does it suck? Yeah, big time.

Of course, I should have expected that there was a lot more in-store for me, because if I had expected that, I would have at least been prepared for what happens next.

Post Author's Notes:

And that is all for the first chapter of my first Daniel X, First POV fanfic.

What do you guys think? I know, I know...most of the characters are acting a little bit different from their book-selves. I guess this is somewhat of an AU then? Meh, I don't know. But I do hope you enjoyed reading the first chapter. I was so bummed when I saw that there aren't that many Daniel X fanfics and fanfics that were featuring Daniel and Dana, so I decided to write one. It's what they say, if you can't find something that you want to read, then write it (can't recall who actually said that, though).

Anyways, I'm going to need someone to beta-read the future chapters, so if anyone's interested. Just tell me.

That's about all for this chapter. Don't forget to review and I'll try to answer your reviews as best that I could (that's my FFN resolution, XD).

Peace out!

~ Sakura Martinez