Prologue
"The clock is running. Make the most of today. Time waits for no man. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it is called the present."
~Alice Morse Earle
We're stronger.
We're faster.
We're beyond humans.
But…
They are beyond us.
There's too many.
One-to-one, any of us can easily win, me, Sam, Six, or Bernie.
Fifty-to-one.
Now...
That's a different story.
What we've been through makes us look older. The fact we've been shot at, stabbed, chased, hunted, and been in danger during every second after we set foot on Earth has taken its toll, on both of us. Sam's eyes are starting to grow faster than his body, his eyes now darker, more secretive. Even he's beginning to change.
I have dozens of scars now. So does Six, but we call her Ethelia now, either that, Six, or Ethel. I have a grid of white scars from a torture machine the Mogadorians had. Two weeks before Six, Sam, and Bernie could track me down. Two weeks of scars, screams, and torture.
Why they didn't kill me?
I don't know.
But I learned a few of their names, and I have them engraved in my mind to make sure they die slowly.
Reth. Junea. Ulic. Heryn. They will die at my hands.
But we're all alive, us four. We're still searching for the others. The charms have been broken, any of us can be killed now.
But through it all, we're alright. Somewhat.
It's a miracle we're sane.
I've changed, though. A lot.
A year's a long time to go without a father-like Cêpan to tell me what to do.
John Smith died with Henri.
After I opened the chest my father of a Cêpan, everything changed. But some secrets remain secrets for a reason.
I am Number Four.
My name is not John Smith. Not anymore.
It's Sethil La'Cael.
And I am the leader of the Garde Reborn.
ok, trust me, the next chapter is gonna be a heck of a lot longer o.o;;
and yeah, i made up the names. XD seth and ethel are nice names though, dont you think?