New story! Please don't yell at me if I spell Mogadorians wrong everyonce in awhile. It's a very annoying name to spell.
Prologue
Fear. That was the one thing I knew well. After all, when you've lived all your life running away from some bad ass evil aliens who would kill you without a second thought, it's one of the only things that comes normally to you. And it should have come easily now. But, looking into Sam's eyes, I felt nothing but warmth.
Which was weird seeing as one of said bad ass was holding a knife against my chest. My brain should be screaming at me right now. But knowing that I had given Sam at least a few more minutes made the sacrifice worth it. After we were captured, the Mogadorian had made me choose: Sam's life, or mine. And it was one of the easiest decisions I'd made in all my 17 years on the run. If it meant saving him, then the answer would always be me. Because when you're one of "us", love isn't just a casual thing that we can get over, it's forever.
I thought I had found my "one" years ago, in the small town of Carlsbad, California, but after I revealed my true self to him, everything changed. That event that happened after set in motion a plan that had already been laid out millions of years before my time. And as the Mogadorian's knife descended down to my chest, I closed my eyes, welcoming the warm glow that was surrounding me. He brought his knife down, severing a few pretty important arteries. He examined his handiwork, and inhaled deeply, the smell of my blood, staining the carpet and my dress a crimson red. He threw me to the side and I watched him advance on Sam.
"No", I managed to croak out, "not him, you promised you wouldn't hurt him". The evil son of a bitch smiled at me, mocking me. "So, I did. But do promises really matter to dead people? In a few minutes, when your life has spilled out on the carpet, I will have some fun with the boy. But while you are still alive, I promise I will not harm a hair on his head". The bastard laughed as he ran his filthy hands through Sam's hair, obviously pleased with himself for using an Earth saying correctly. Sam flinched away, staring at me in horror.
I could feel myself growing weaker and weaker every second, but I couldn't let Mogadorians hurt Sam, not after everything we'd been through. I tried to stand by grabbing on to the top of a rock. I quickly let go after feeling a pain similar to before.
The second Mogadorian, who I had completely over looked, had stabbed me in the back, right under the first wound. "What the hell", I swore. The leader looked at me with an amused expression on his face, "You are taking too long, and I wish to torture the boy soon".
As I was slowly fading out, and I used the last bit of strength I had to try and drag myself over to Sam. He understood and inched closer to me. I took my bloody hand and placed it on his cheek. He was crying. I tried to speak, but all that came out was a gagging sound and then I was falling. The last thing I heard before fading away was an explosion and then all I could see was white.
Let me explain a few things before I go any farther with this. All of this running, this fear for my life, it didn't just happen overnight. See, I'm not one of "you". I was raised on a planet far away from earth. I was just 2 years old when the Mogs came. They destroyed my planet and my people. But ten of us, with our guardians, escaped.
We were the ten that were chosen to protect our planet, when we had matured. But we never got to. We came to earth to hide, so one day we could slaughter the whole race of Mogadorians, just like they did to us and the one's we loved. The only problem? Once they start killing a race, they don't stop until every survivor is decimated. That means that they're coming for us next. They've already found the first three. After they find Number Four, I will be next. And I will not go down without a fight. Number Four has already told you his story, the events that lead up to the reunion of the Numbers. Now it's my turn. This is my story.
I am Number Five
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