This Fan Fiction is dedicated to the author IwishIcouldbeNumberFive for all the fantastic advice given to me as well as inspiring me to start writing. I hope my fellow fans enjoy my take on this awesome series and will appreciate all feedback. Please make sure to review.
Prologue
The Planet Mogadore
Darkness comes quickly to the planet of Mogadore. Whatever sunlight reaches the planet though the hazy atmosphere of smoke and ash is only visible for a few hours each day. The pungent reek of iron and sulfur is everywhere. But for some inexplicable reason the streets of every city on the planet are filled with Mogadorians. Young, old, Trueborn, and Vat Born they all stand together with their eyes on screens that have been raised upon nearly every building in sight. Slowly each screen simultaneously turns on to reveal the face of Setrakus Ra. "Citizens of Mogadore" he says, "The next stage of the Great Expansion is upon us!" The crowd roars its approval. "The humans have welcomed me with open arms and Earth is ripe for the taking. Although we have suffered, your efforts have not been in vain. Soon we shall take the Earth and achieve our destiny as the universe's true masters. But first we must crush the remaining Loric that have feebly attempted to stop us. So come to me my people and take what is rightfully ours. TO WAR!" The crowd then erupts in frenzy as thousands of Mogadorians march slowly to their ships.
Millions of miles away from Mogadore on Earth, Setrakus Ra allows himself a small smile. "There will be no future for humans"
Four
"Fire in the hole!" screams Nine as he tosses a grenade at a group of Mogadorians which instantly turns them into five piles of ash. Bernie Kosar has transformed into a full grown black bear is ripping the heads off every Mog in his sight. Eight is teleporting across the room striking down Mogs everywhere he goes while Seven, Ella, and Sarah fire canons at the Mogs from behind cover. Six and I have been tasked with interrogating Agent Walker. "I swear to the Loric Elders if you don't tell us where our ship is I will use you as a human shield for bullets those Mogs are firing at us" says Six I can't help but think how hot Six looks when she gets mad. Good God. I think to myself, I've been spending too much time with Nine. Wait a minute what am I thinking? I just got Sarah back and now I'm drooling over Six! I have to get control over my emotions. But you never kissed Sarah the way you kissed Six a small part of me says. I decide to ignore it for now.
"John would you be so kind as to lend me some of your fire?" Six says. Wordless I light my hand on fire and put it on her hand. Within seconds, Six has a column of fire rising from her right hand. "Well Agent Walker seeing how my friends and I are running out of time I will give you to the count of ten to tell me something relevant before I roast you from the inside out" Six says. Walker has gone pale with terror and she quickly sputters "Please have mercy! The Mogadorians have your ship. The government found it eight years ago in Seattle near the border of Canada. We could never get it to work but the Mogadorians said they could. I don't know where they took it but I can tell you where a Chest is." Suddenly Six grabs Walker by the throat and slams her against the wall. "Were was it found?" Six practically yells. I am seriously considering stepping until Walker says "It was recovered by the Mogardorians in Arkansas. I don't know who it belongs to but nothing would open it. We tried everything, bombs, fire, even acid. The box wasn't even scratched. " "Where is it?" Six growls with her teeth clenched as she tightens her grip. "We…keep it….in the….Pentagon…in a vault… in the…basement" Walker finally wheezes.
After that Six loosens her grip around Walker's throat and says "Thank you Agent Walker you've been most helpful" before she shoves Walker's head into the wall with great force. At that moment Nine decides to walk in. He takes one look at Walker lying on the floor than gives Six and I a long hard look. "Did you two kill her ?" Nine finally asks. "No" we say in unison. "Too bad. Listen guys we've taken out the Mogs but reinforcements are coming any minute. We have to leave NOW" Nine says. "But what about Sam?" I ask "He could be in one of the cells. We have to look for him." Nine gives me a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry Johnny but there's no time. If we stay any longer we'll never get out. I promise we will find him but we can't help him if we're all dead." Realizing the futility of the situation I grab my chest and dagger preparing for the upcoming fight. Of course Nine picks that moment to say "Besides, this girl and I need to spend some quality time together". Six and I look at each other and roll our eyes
Adam
Agony. That is the only word I can use to describe my situation. Every breath I take only reminds me of my crushed ribcage and multiple fractures throughout my body. I can't move a single part of me and have absolute no sensation in my legs and lower back. I fear the damage might be permanent. I'm sorry I didn't put up a better fight One. I think. But at least Sam and Malcolm made it out. Here I am Adamus, the scourge of Mogadorian race dying because a giant piece of concrete decided to fall on me. Well at least things won't get any worse than this.
Then I feel a massive explosion rip through the door that guarded that entrance to the cell block. Oh God they've come to finish me off I think. At least they will put me out of my misery. Nearly fiftymen enter the cell block armed to the teeth with full riot gear, gas masks, and nearly every conceivable firearm. Then to my horror Sam and Malcolm are brought forward by one of the men and forced to stand over me. I feel my heart breaking and blink back tears. Not like this! I want to scream Not after everything we've been through. Please don't let it end like this. Then to my utter shock, one of the men removes his mask to reveal the face of one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen. She is rather tall, has long, dark brown hair that comes to her shoulders, and green eyes the color of emeralds.
"Who the hell are you suppose to be?" I ask as she bends down to put her hands under the slap of concrete on top of me. With practically no effort, she lifts the slab that must weigh over two tons over her head and throws it into a nearby wall. "The names Talia, and my friends call me Five. But today I'm your guardian angel" she says with a smile. The magnitude of this surprise and my severe pain are finally to0 much to bear and I black out into unconsciousness.