A/N: Must have pretty shocked you from the previous chapter huh? Don't know if that's good or bad but now we've got a reason for Sam Goode to be, more or less, a Garde. Presenting...

Chapter 12: Different

Previously...

"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."

We skipped one day of school and today, we are going back. Henri will be driving and picking us up. I found out that Four's new Legacy is called Lumen, and that soon, he will be resistant to fire and heat. I stay quiet about mine as there is nothing - I think - physically related to super intelligence anyway; thus, it is safe to assume that super intelligence is nothing special. In fact, call this a thorough intuition, more or less.

In the meantime, Henri supposedly will have some errands at the bank while we are at school: "Need to make some money transfer," he said. I told him to do it to my account and that he should close his since it would be less suspicious that way. He agreed. From now on, I'll be their tangible connection to the human world - whatever they have to get, they will through me. Hopefully, my identity stays in tact.

Before leaving, Henri hands Four a pair of gloves, "With you at all times." It was a warning. A good one which he probably won't follow. Four nods anyway. He then looks at me and points to his forehead with a big smile, which meant that he is taking my situation well. I nod back.

"The shows on boys, good luck." Henri leaves.

As Four and I walk towards the school I decide that if I was going to apologize, I better do it now. "Look, John, I'm sorry man."

He stares straight ahead with a smile. He was most likely trying to find Sarah. "What for?"

I rub my hand together; it's a bit cold at this time of the year. Better do some clothes shopping later. "Oh you know, for being like this" I emphasize on this "without, the burdens to carry."

Four scoffs, "Yeah, well there's really nothing to do now right? I can be jealous or I can be ecstatic. I think it's better to feel the latter."

I am about to protest but stay quiet instead. How can he be happy about me not having a death sentence on my head when he does? Oh well Sam, just be glad that your new friend does not hate you to the core.

Four sighs, "Look. You give me - us - hope Sam. Whatever you are, they don't know and right now, I feel as if we have an advantage. Because for the first time ever, we have something they don't. You are our chance to beat you know who. So it's cool man"

Easier heard than be believed. But relieved, I put an arm over his shoulder, "Thanks man."

"No problem."

We separate before the entrance - I had to go my locker. As always, there is a picture of a pickle, signed by yours truly my butt, Mark James. I erase it, then go to the bathroom. I check myself in the mirror. I've grown and looked as if I've experienced a growth spurt overnight. I guess what happened is somewhat similar to that. I try to fix my hair as there is one that sticks out. No use - I have no gel.

Suddenly, the door slams open; Four walks in, breathing hard, "Mark." He grabs the gloves from his back pocket and I help him put it onto his shaking and glowing hands. He slumps against one of the stall's door. He must hate his legacies. I don't blame him: you can't really be discrete with light shining out of your palms. If it was invincibility, now that is something else! It will definitely be easier to seek revenge against Mark James that for sure. I'm so itching to spook the bejeebers out of him!

"Look," I say. "Don't worry about this. If there was something I'm flawless at, it would be at making excuses. Just leave it up to me bro. I got this." Before we exit the bathroom, I say one last time, "People will talk, make fun of us even. They don't know ... we do." He nods, now calm.

We go out and the muttering starts.

"Hey look at the new guy - what's with the gloves?"

Whispers, they're very clear to me; even those from the guys at the end of the hallway. Enhanced hearing: so cool.

"Look at the freak - ew."

I roll my eyes. That lot - judgers - I hate them.

I get my act ready, "Look John," I say in my nerdiest voice. This is after all what you are Sam. "This will definitely work. I invented them to glow sometimes. Maybe I can finally have the extraterrestrials notice me. I keep observing them you know? With my telescope."

Four looks as if given too much information and I can't blame him. He then immediately catches up; unlike my high pitched excited voice though, he talks normally, "Yeah, me too." Oh sweet quiet Four.

And then, a new set of whispers: "They're both freaks. Best to ignore them both; wouldn't want to get freakified." Laughter.

"It's working," whispers Four. "Thanks."

I force a smile, "You're welcome." Why can't they just leave us alone?

We get into class and immediately, Mrs. Burton hands me a pile of papers to grade on. I do them all in five minutes, beating my fastest time of ten. I look at Four's hands - they aren't glowing anymore. We don't see each other after that class. At Ms. Gold's chemistry class, I contemplate on the things I really know: Two's knowledge are shared with me now, not her experiences or her life - those three are very different things; also, apparently, because she has given a piece of her soul to me, I've gained benefits, such as Legacies. I am practically a Garde - without the scars and the burden that comes along with it. Wicked.

The bells signals lunch time, but Sarah interjects me from entering the cafeteria and warns me that Mark is planning something. I decide to catch whatever's gonna happen in camera, and minutes later we find all ourselves in Mr. Harris's office.

"What is the meaning of this?"

I don't let Mark or Four talk; instead I show Mr. Harris the video. "Mark - stay. Sam and John, you are dismissed."

We go straight to economics after, my favorite class, besides astronomy. I find out we are baking pancakes and I roll my eyes - piece of cake. Paired off in threes, Four, Sarah and I all head straight to the kitchen. As soon as we are left alone, Sarah and Four commence their sweet talk. Frustrated that we are going super slow, I take the bowl from them and crack the eggs myself, making sure Mrs. Benshoff is unaware of what I'm doing. They are so getting a good grade on this. Oh well, I don't mind especially when I get to do things that I love.

Satisfied with my masterpiece, I hand it to them with a cherry on top. Before one of them can take it however, I fix them a glare. They have the audacity to blush. Though it's a little childish, I stick my tongue out at them before taking the cherry myself. Mrs. Benshoff suddenly comes in and I pop the cherry into my mouth swallowing it all in one piece. I choke and Sarah practically throws the glass of water into my hands. Mrs. Benshoff looks at me with worry while I drink the whole glass.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." She then hands me a blue slip. "What's this?" A student name is written on it. Oh, this meant I have a student to catch. I leave Sarah and Four to handle Mrs. Benshoff on their own. I grin at them. Sorry guys, duty calls.

Once outside, I run like the wind. Every sense of mine all seems enhanced and I know in my heart that everything good happening to me right now is all thanks to Two. Gah, I miss her.

I pass by the principal's office, barely seeing him fall off his chair. Awesome. When I'm finally close to my destination, I slow down. I also hear footsteps and Mr. Harris's mumbling, so I abruptly slip into the classroom, unseen. I take my time in there, first giving the slip to the teacher and then asking him if he requires any assistance. Mr. Harris pass by us. Take that principal - you've been bested by me - twice!

By the time I meet up with Four again by his locker at the end of school, I see him talking with Sarah and roll my eyes. Typical. Sarah then hand Four a cellphone? His? Did he lose it? He catches my stare as Sarah leaves, "Mark."

I sigh - of course. "Got it!" and we get out of the building, thankfully, unscathed.

A/N: So umm, how much trouble am I in? (ducks) I'm what 4 or 5 chapters behind now? Don't worry, got them all ready for you... just unedited - haha. Anyway, I'm supposed to be studying for my midterms but I decided to this so I could catch up - hopefully soon! Not even going to say "Until Next Monday" cause I'm so behind. So... Until I edit the next chapter!