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Chapter 1 Five

I've been called a lot of things over the years. Sofia, Amy, Gwen, Kat. But my favourite name is Five, it's who I am. The fifth in a race of aliens who have been driven from their planet by another race of Aliens who want to kill us and rule Earth. I haven't stopped moving since I got to earth with my cepan. It's his idea that you can't catch what doesn't stop moving, shame it didn't work for the rest of the Garde.

My first scar came when I was ten years old when I was playing jump rope with some other girls in Peru. They started screaming when my sock started smoking and I knew what was happening. Number one was dead. After that we got on our plane and went someplace else, I don't remember.

My second scar happened two years later in Alaska after Keagan taught me how to ride a bike. When the Scar burnt into my skin it melted the bike away and set fire to my trousers. We ditched the bike and ran to the nearest airstrip and bought a plane on the spot and moved.

When my legacies started to come that was when the third scar hit. I didn't tell Keagan until it was too late and we stayed in Argentina until recently. An earthquake hit and an old man was trapped below 10 tonnes of cement. I couldn't leave him and lifted it up, he thanked me and called me an "Angel" but it was too late. Keagan had seen me lift it which meant others had and by others I mean the Mogadorians. We fled from Argentina and came across my first Mogadorian. He was small by their standards and I didn't regret killing him, he wouldn't have regretted killing me.

Now we're in Jamaica, staying here until Keagan fixes our plane. Then who knows where we go next, all I know is that now I'm stuck in school for the next week so it doesn't look "suspicious".

"Miss Lopez, am I boring you?" The teacher asks. It takes me a moment to realise it's my own name and stop myself looking outside the window.

"What?" I reply. The teacher just sighs and carries on teaching the class about World War 1 and how it started. I'm not concerned about how it started, I just want to know the strategy's behind it and the war stories.

"Hey Emma." I hear someone whisper behind me. I turn around and see it's the school bully. A girl named Trish, she gives me the finger and flaunts her new brand name schoolbag. I ignore it until she starts drawing on my back.

"What is your problem?" I whisper to her.

She smiles showing her crooked yellow teeth and says "You." Before I can react the bell rings telling me I can go home. I start walking home and remind myself of Keagan's rules to survive. Number One: Don't do something stupid. I start to calm down and tell myself I'll be gone in a couple of days. I daydream about what place we'll go next and if we'll find the Garde. Suddenly I see a large shadow loom over the alley.

"Hey Emma." I hear a menacing voice say. I look up and see it's Trish blocking the alley way I take every day so I can get home.

"What is your problem with me?" I ask.

"You're a freak. You never talk to anyone and you wear weird clothes." I look down my body and see my Camo jeans and trainers. One downside to the scars is that whenever it's hot I can't put shorts on in case of someone noticing me. Trish walks up to me and starts to push me back, I let her and just try to walk past her and keep the anger down.

Suddenly I see her bag fly through the air and realise that she's taken a swing at me. I dodge back and grab her arm and slam it on the wall, Trish's chubby body goes along with it.

"Ow! Let me go!" She shouts. I put my hand to her hand and feel the familiar tingle in my fingers. The ice flows from my hand and covers her hand and bag to the wall.

"You are a Freak! Help! He-" I cut her off and put my hand to her lips and they freeze shut. It's not as bad as I could hurt her, it's more of a scare tactic and by the look on her face I can see she's scared. And cold.

"Tell nobody. It should be an hour before you thaw." I whisper into her ear. I run home and think at least now I have an excuse to leave early. I arrive in our rented garage where Keagan and our plane are and hear the sounds of Elvis Presley throughout the garage. I walk to the speakers and turn them off. Keagan moves with surprising speed from under the plane and looks ready to fight with a spanner. The image would be complete if only he wasn't shirtless.

"Relax, it's just me." I say and chuck him a T-shirt.

"I knew that, I just really like Elvis." He catches the shirt and rubs his face and grabs a bottle of water.

He suddenly spits out the water. "Would you mind?"

I grab the water and freeze it solid and throw it back to him.

"You know I usually prefer my water cold, not a popsicle." As he says this he shakes the water trying to get a few drops out into his mouth.

"We need to go, like now." I say worrying Trish might talk.

"You broke rule one didn't you?" he says looking disappointed.

"I froze this bully to the wall. But what would you suggest I do?"

"How about slap the bitch and run?" he sees my guilty face and starts to laugh.

"How badly did you freeze her?" I shrug and he laughs even more. I don't think I could ever see him as a father figure, more like an older brother. Suddenly his phone beeps and he stops laughing.

"Get to the computer now." He says firmly. The beeping means he's caught something from a Mog base using his hacking software. We jog to the computer and he opens four black and white video files.

"Something must be happening for a Mog server to let me in." He says clicking on each of the video files. He stops at one and just stares at it for a moment.

"Looks like the infamous John Smith makes another appearance." I see him from the monitor and a girl clutching desperately to him. Suddenly I see more Mogs surround blonde girl but not before they are blasted to dust by a lightning bolt.

We jump back at this. "Bloody hell! Well looks like he's found the Garde. I guess he wasn't a dead end then." Keagan says. I remember me and him arguing a couple months ago when I was insisting he was one of us. I decide to ignore this fact and keep watching the video in awe.

"Wait rewind that." I say suddenly. Keagan does so and I see the ground shaking and rocks fall down. All of a sudden Keagans opening other Video files and finding the source of the shaking until he stops at one. I see two Mogs standing off and the smaller one shakes the ground causing the bigger one to be killed and then he collapses under the falling rock. Suddenly the video goes static.

"Was that a Mog shaking the ground?" already fearing the answer.

"Yes. If a Mog has that power it could spell doo-"

"Where was this taken?" I ask still looking at the static video.

"Dulce, New Mexico. Five listen we can find the Garde or take out the Mog" I think about this carefully, I might not have all my legacies yet but now taking out a Mog is easy for me, even if it's a Mog with powers and how if Mogs now have more than their strength it would spell disaster for the remaining Garde. But the Garde might need me I think. I also think of Keagan, he would love to see the other cepan again. It takes me a minute to finish thinking.

"If the Garde want me, they'll find me. We take out the Mog ASAP."


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