THE CAR WASN'T WRECKED. Good, because if it was, that would have ultimately sucked. I still wasn't exactly sure as to what kind of stupid stunt the Mogs tried to perform, because me and Harry kicked their booty pretty quickly. If the car did get wrecked, I would have given that particular Mogadorian an extra-hard kick to the face, ninja-style.

Whoa, get a hold of yourself, I thought. I must have been watching too much Young Justice. I wasn't exactly as ninja-like as Robin, Batman's sidekick.

Harry had been driving at a dangerous speed, going way over the speed limit. I was not fond of being a complete rebel, so this slightly ticked me off.

"Umm, Harry, you can slow down," I assured him. "Seriously. Slow down."

The car's speed gradually decreased to an appropriate one. We were at least four miles away from the site of the not-so-awesome fight with the Mogadorians. It wasn't a particularly hard fight, but Harry was almost killed, and if I had waited a second longer, he would have been dead. In other words, not cool.

With nothing else to do, I rummaged through my backpack for some form of entertainment. Luckily, Harry had packed my Nintendo DS, so I wouldn't be so bored. He had packed two books inside, too. I guessed he didn't want me to be too hooked up to my handheld game console. I fished out Nintendo DS and started playing Mario Kart, something I was never got bored of. Ever. Anything Mario related was somehow entertaining to me.

I stared at the screen, my fingers working themselves on the buttons as the digital, quirky dude in red ran across the screen. As I played, Mario's catchphrase kept ringing in my head: "Mama Mia!". (A/N: I apologize to any Mario fans if I got that wrong, 'cuz I don't play Mario..)

I must have been playing longer than I thought, because Harry then told me to get out of the car. I turned my Nintendo DS off and shoved it into my backpack, pushing the door open to leave.

"We're stopping here? In the middle of the road?" I asked, cocking on eyebrow.

"Yes. But not for long. Look, there's probably trackers on this car, somewhere. Keep your eyes open and find them," Harry instructed.

I did as I was told. I slid underneath the car, running my hands over the bottom to feel for any tracker. Before I found any, Harry announced that he had found one. I continued my search and soon found another - very small circular object, placed on the licence plate of our car. We continued our search, but found no other trackers.

"What are we going to do with those now?" I asked. "Destroy them?"

"No," Harry replied. "We destroy one of them - and then put the other somewhere else."

Harry passed the tracker to me, and told me to hurl it as far as I could - which was probably very far, considering my enhanced abilities. I sent the tracker sailing into the air, and I used telekinesis to give it an extra push. With that, we hopped back into the car and drove off again.

"WE'RE STOPPING HERE," HARRY TOLD ME. He had parked the car outside a fast-food restaurant, and was now slinging his backpack over his shoulder and carrying his briefcase, which probably contains all sorts of documents and whatever else he would need to make our fake documents.

Over the years, Harry had taught me how to make my own documents, just in case he died (which I hope would never happen). I've never tried it on my own, though. I just thought that it would be too risky if I did it by myself. I probably would not know how to cover my tracks.

I looked up from my book - which I had buried my nose into for a few long hours - and closed it, taking note of the page I had stopped at. I shoved it into my backpack and slung it over my shoulder and grabbed my Chest. I was pretty sure it wasn't normal for a teenage boy to be carrying around a chest, but I couldn't stuff that thing into my backpack, now could I?

Harry and I walked into the small fast-food restaurant, which only has a few other customers. I slid into a seat once we had found a table. I looked around, scanning my surroundings. Everything seemed perfectly normal - and it was, to them, at least. These people around me, they had no idea that I was an alien with superpowers from a planet they haven't even heard of, who was now on the run, hiding from other evil aliens. They had no idea that I, someone who looked like your average teenager, had just escaped being imprisoned by Mogadorians.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't notice when a girl came up to me.

"Hey," she said, dragging the word, so that it sounded like there were multiple 'y's in it. She batted her eyelashes, and winked.

Okay, I just switched identities, burnt down my house, fought aliens and came out alive, and now this girl is flirting with me. Flirting. I didn't know how to react - I mean, how did you expect me to? I cocked an eyebrow. I wasn't really good with girls. I never was, to be honest.

".. Hi," was my short, brief and simple reply, which I said in a monotone voice, hinting that I didn't want to elaborate.

Of course, she didn't get the hint.

Don't get me wrong, it's not like I don't like her, but it's just that I wasn't, well, in the mood for flirting. This girl was really pretty - with her long, curly dark brown hair and stormy grey eyes. On normal circumstances, I would be much more friendly and social, and probably excited that a girl like her was talking to me. But right now? Not the right time, dude.

"I'm Annabelle," she introduces herself. From the corner of my eye, I could see two other girls sitting at a table not far form ours, giggling at me and Annabelle. They were probably her friends.

"I'm.." I paused for just a second, glancing at Harry. He shook his head. I took this as a signal to use neither the name Jack nor Brandon. ".. Nick," I finished.

Nick was a super common name, and so I went with it.

"Well, Nick, what's a cute guy like you doing carrying around a chest?" Annabelle asked playfully.

"There's just my personal stuff in it. I don't like to talk about them," I replied, in a tone almost challenging her to ask more questions.

And then it hit me - did she just call me cute? I was sort of taken aback by that. It never really came to me that I was maybe handsome.

Annabelle scowled and bit down on her lower lip. She could tell that I didn't want to chat. She rolled her eyes and went back to her table, muttering something about 'decent guys'. A large grin was plastered on Harry's face.

"Whoa, you're so smooth!" Harry teased.

"Oh, shut up."

The time passes, with me eating pizza, and Harry typing away on his laptop. After a while, he tells me that it's time to go. We leave the restaurant and head towards the car - but that's when I see them.

We both see them - the men in trench coats and shades, standing by our car.

They're here. The Mogs are here.

OKAY, SO THIS CHAPTER IS WAY OVERDUE.

So this is so not 7th October 2013. In fact, this is more than three weeks late! .. Procrastination took the better of me.

But yeah! I got it done! Lazy me is lazy! I'm so sorry, seriously. I planned on making this way longer, in fact, I was expanding it, but I decided to end it because it was so late. I needed to get it up to show that I wasn't dead.

But uh, yeah. Hope you enjoyed. Cliff-hangers keep you reading. Not sure if I'm a total troll of an author for doing that.

Well, see you in the next update!

Byeeeee

~AD