A/N: I missed two weeks of updates so here it is! BIG BIG TWIST here guys. To my previous guest reviewer: this will finally answer your question.

Previously: Sam sees light out of John's hands...

Chapter 11: Two

I am silent on the way home but for a reason: my head is about to explode.

Information.

Connections.

Electricity.

I don't know why but it was as if John's enlightenment triggered something in me; something related to Henri's exclamation of Lorien and Legacy. Did I really just hear that word - again? Are they related to Two? But nothing registered in my brain after that because of the pain; thus, I clutch my head when I get off the truck and puke. Henri doesn't say anything either, and instead ushers John and I into the house.

"Sam, go to your room."

I follow, not even caring that he had just ordered me around, and then collapse on my bead, "No swearing, no more swearing, never swearing. Ahh! Sweet mother of pies!" And then, numb. I feel numb. I see myself in my all too familiar library - my sweet haven. Too early, but it is always welcome. It looks even more disheveled that it already is, but above them all, one object stands out: another letter on the table. I approach it slowly and find a familiar handwriting:

With this letter, I offer my soul to you, becoming one. Kiss me.

What is it with words of Lorien, Legacy and soul today? Wait, let's backtrack. Here's a letter. From Two. Does this mean I will see her again? Does she look different? Has she grown? I readily comply and kiss the letter and gets sucked in. Wicked. Instead of standing still in the previous letter, she is pacing this time and, is looking the same as ever. Those same reddish brown hair and glasses - she's till that twelve-year-old girl with cute freckles. My beautiful best friend! She stops and talks:

"How are you Sam. If you find this, it means that you must have found them, or they found you. And you must have noticed," she winces, "that they are different. I don't know who you met first Sam but I am very proud of you for being able to convince them to keep you alive. You are alive, are you not? You're seeing me after all. Anyway, back to the point. Have you ever wondered why my library is positioned the way it is? The shelves, they are branches Sam, like neurons. We've got no time for complexities so I'll make it quick and simple. It's a brain Sam, more specifically, my - your brain - now. Nothing will be the same ever again after this. The library will disappear; you have no need for it anymore after all. You'll just, simply know. Please say you won't hate me after this. I want to help the rest of us, and well, see it as fulfilling a dying wish of mine. None of this makes sense, I know; believe me when I say I didn't even know I could do this - make it an act of desperate measure. I chose you Sam, will you accept?"

I cannot speak - how could I? The only thing that makes sense to me is that if I agree to this plan of hers, the library will disappear. She will disappear; but I also cannot refuse her. I love her, my best friend! And she is gone. Yet she will live, through me, if I accept, right? So how could I not? I half kneel so I can look at her eye to eye. She must have known that I cannot refuse her, so why is she looking at me like that? Pleadingly with eyebrows knitted towards the centre. "It's been so long you know that?" I say even though I won't get a reply since it's not the answer she's looking for. I just want to make this as long as possible. "I miss you. I miss our conversations, chatters, and plays. I miss talking about books. I miss your questions. I miss...you." I get teary, "Come on, this is unfair! Are you just going to say what you want to say? You can do this but you can't...you can't -" she can't what Sam? "I will do as you say do you hear me?" I will help them - by becoming one, with you. Nothing happens. A tear escapes my eye; then flow another, and another. "I'm going to fulfill your wish!" Still nothing. Why? And then, that one word - I now know what to say. "Yes," I whisper, and she walks towards me then falls. I catch her without feeling anything.

"Thank you," she murmurs, and then dissolves into a piece of glowing silvery white thread.

Blackness.

Floating.

Hell?

Couldn't be.

Darkness.

Purgatory?

No.

Floating.

"Sam?"

Who's that?

Heaven?

"Sam?"

Nope.

"Sam!"

A stinging slap: Earth. Just Earth. Henri.

"Did anyone see?"

Feeling disoriented is an understatement. It's as if I've been pulled out of my body, modified and then pushed back in. A Piccaso's art - magnifico. I stare at Henri, who's eyes matches John's bloodshot eyes, dumbfounded. They are both staring down at me.

I sit up, "What? Oh." And ouch! I feel as if I've been rolled over by a truck! Comprehension dawns on me. Light sifts through the open crevices of the shutters. "Has it been a day?" They both nod tiredly. I wince, "Um, I don't think so. Did the news say anything?"

Henri searches me again. Hopefully, he finds whatever he's looking for this time. I can't even explain it myself.

It is John who answers, "None about Paradise." I sigh in relief - good.

Henri is still looking. "When?" he murmurs. Does he know? Can he explain all this to me? He's a Cepan right - wait, how do I even know this?

No point in trying to hide it then, "Just last night."

Henri furrows his eyebrows, "But you're not - "

"I'm not," I finish for him. I'm not her, cannot be her, and never going to be her. She's irreplaceable.

"How?"

I shrug and look away for a second to glance at John; he looks understandably confused.

"Who?" Back to Henri.

"Two."

John looks at me in surprise, "You're T -"

I'm about to say no right away, to tell him that she's dead but it is Henri who does so, confirming my suspicions further. "You know he's not John. Two's gone. Sam's merely, a host."

"A host," Both John and I repeat. This one's new information, and fact that I know the process but not knowing what it actually is mind-blowing.

Henri nods and looks even more tired. "Yes. It's a very ancient tradition, only open to those able to perform the actual Legacy itself. It's a permanent transfer of a piece of oneself to another; usually the soul."

I think back to the letter and ... Oh god, she had - Two had - given me her soul!

"The last Host died a millennium ago and no one came after him; until now. No one really knows much about it - we didn't bother looking more into the subject as there wasn't anymore Garde who was able to perform the act. Thus, it is forgotten. It seems we found out what Two is capable of I guess. Welcome to the club Sam - you're the lucky one."

"The lucky one?" I disagree Henri. Two is dead, and I'm alive. Now I live the life she's supposed to live.

John looks at me as if punched in the gut, "They don't know you exist. They won't track you like they track us."

"The Mogadorians." It was a fact. Those ugly creatures who killed...I will get them. For her, I'll avenge her death.

"How do you know?" asks John.

"I -" I wanted to say she also gave me her knowledge, but is it just really? Or is it a Legacy? "From books." Even I won't believe this after hearing it. "When we met before, there was a book, called Lorien - she made it I think - and now, I just know."

"You just know?" asks Henri as he plops himself on the bed by my foot, smiling. John stays standing, "Is he Two then?"

No I'm not - never.

Henri nonchalantly says, "More or less. He's got a piece of her soul Four, and who knows, maybe even develop her legacies." Bingo! Wait, what? Four?

I point to John, "You are - you're Number Four? So that means - " Two, what do you want me to do? What am I going to do?

Whatever's left inside my stomach forces it's way up as John reveals three scars on his right ankle, "I am next."

A/N: I wonder what new reviews I will receive for this chapter. Anyway, I don't know if I can add anything more in this chapter as it just unfolded itself on its own...Until this Monday again my readers!