This Fic is a variation of a song Fic but instead of writing to a certain song I'm going to put a link to a song in with each chapter. While reading, put the music on repeat in the background. The name of thechapter will also likely be the name of the song. This story begins at chapter twelve of the fall of five, otherwise known as when Four, Six and Sarah get to Arkansas to find Five. Enjoy.
Song: watch?v=VP9I8ZUwKpc Warriors by Imagine Dragons
Night had fallen by the time we cross the Arkansas state line. Luckily we know exactly where we're going. The billboards started popping up about twenty miles back, the huge hairy face of the Boggy Creek Monster Mart. We're close now, and the tree lined highway is pretty desolate, so I break my own rule and really start gunning it. Sarah peers out her window, craning her neck at one of the faded Monster Mart signs.
"Just a couple more miles." She says quietly.
"Are you ready?" I ask, sensing some apprehension in her voice.
"I hope so." She says. I pull the car over just before the exit to Fouke. This isn't exactly a thriving tourist destination. More like the kind of dinky small town thing that bored traveling families will stop to snap a few pictures and get a bathroom break. We pile out of the car and into the dark woods that separate the highway from the town. I glance at Six and she pulls out her gun and dagger, beside me I can see Sarah stick her gun into her waistband. I snap on my braclet, the icy tingling instantly waking me up. BK shoots past us into the woods. His voice echoing in my head.
"BK says there's someone up there, no sign of trouble."
"Good," six says, "let's move." We pick our way through the trees, slowly at first but quickly speeding up as Bernie Kosar reappears beside us, urging us faster.
"There!" Sarah whispers excitedly. I see her too. There's a girl up ahead, leaning lazily against a tree. A backpack rests next to her, but no sign of a Loric Chest. It would've made it easier to identify her, then again, it would've made it easier for the Mogadorians too. I start to step forward but Six's hand shoots out in front of me, keeping me planted.
"What is it?" I whisper.
"I don't know," she replies quietly. "She's just out there all alone? It's seems too easy, like a trap."
"Only one way to find out." I say, pushing Six's arm away and walking towards the girl. I don't try and conceal my approach and she notices me the moment I step away from Six and Sarah. She picks up her backpack, swinging it into her shoulder. I stop a few yards away from her.
"Hey."
"Uh, hey." She replies. At this distance I can finally get a good look at our would-be Five. She's about 18. Although nowhere near as tall as Nine she has a few inches on Marina. Her hair is long and dark, curling around her shoulders in a nonexistent breeze. Her eyes take me off guard for a second. They're loralite blue, setting off her inky hair.
"Are you waiting for me?" I ask, not wanting to just come out and ask if she's Loric. She could just be some gorgeous girl standing I the forest at night all by herself, I guess.
"I don't know," she replies. "Let me see your leg." I hesitate for a moment, then reach down and lift up the leg of my pants. She smirks as she takes in my scars. Then, she reaches down and shows me her matching set.
"I'm Five." She says.
"Four," I reply. "My friends call me John."
"Good job staying alive." She says with a smile. We shake hands, her hand is cool but something tingles across my hand like sparks and she pulls her hand back. She looks away from me, scanning the area. "Is it just you? I hoped maybe you'd gotten together with some of the others." On cue, Six and Sarah materialize at my side. Five doesn't even seem fazed by Six's legacy. Six steps forward, offering her hand.
"I'm Six." She says as Five shakes her hand. Blunt as ever, she contiues. "John here forgot to mention that your crop-circle stunt probably could've gotten you killed. It was stupid. You're lucky we got here first." Five flashes a fake smile at Six.
"Sorry sweetheart, but we're not all as weak you." She turns to Sarah. "Which one are you?" She asks. Sarah shakes her head.
"I'm just Sarah." She says smiling, holding out her hand. Five doesn't take it but instead turns to me.
"We shouldn't just stand around here talking, Six is right, there could be Mogadorians anywhere in-" Five is cut off by the roars of wave of Mogs, sprinting through the forest, ready to attack. Five raises her sword, a smile splitting across her face.
"This'll be fun."