Thanks for all the reviews! Sorry to those who did ship Nine and Two :( But there are always twists in stories (like Eight dying...still, WHY!?) And there will be some Nix... just not yet. (Sorry, will be short)

I'm also going to wait until next chapter to say weither Nine dies or not... maybe the only Nix you will get is Six finding Nine before he dies and shit...

Number Two

A lie. That's what it really was. We all live lies though. Mine was just a lie to everyone and myself. I am Number Two. The real number Two. I bet you want to know the truth and not some lie. So I will tell you the truth of what really happened.

A stupid blog post. That's what got me killed. I'm a weak Garde, that's why I did it. I wanted someone to tell that they were there. Because my Cepan no loger was there for me. He was gone. If he wasn't dead then, death would have been approaching soon. Death in the form of Mogadorians.

After I posted the simplest sentence that only the Lorics would understand, I regretted it. I knew the mistake I had made was big enough to get me killed. Because they were looking for me. Number Two. I was next to be killed. There was a slight knock on the door. My Cepan would have knocked like that, but the Mogs would just barge in. So I decided to ask who it was. But it wasn't anyone I knew. When they told me I could trust them, I decided that I would have a look, and if they seemed like they were going to kill me, I would kill first.

With the gun in my shaky hand, I slowly opened the door. There was a teenage boy standing in front of me. He was tall and pale, and so skinny I think I could see his ribs. His name was Adam, and he claimed to be one of us. When I asked him his Number, he didn't answer. Then he thought that some characters from a book were Garde too. Then I knew he was a Mogadorian.

I pointed the gun at him, but he seemed so defenseless and weak. Just like me. Adam told me he was going to help me, and when an army more of Mogs busted through the door, I thought it was a lie. He was just keeping me there until more Mogs came. One slammed me to the ground and put his foot on my face to hold me down. When I looked back up, Adam looked terrified, One of the Mogs asking if he wanted to killed me. And then I knew, he really was trying to help me. But he never did. And instead, a blade pierced my chest. And I was dead.

It seemed only a short while before I awoke again. But I could tell a couple of years had passed. There were Mogadorians all peering down at me when my eyes shot open. They probed me and then after a struggle with my restraints, they injected me with a strange green liquid. My body went limp and I no longer had control of myself. I could still see what was going on, still knew everything that happened, but I couldn't do what I wanted. It was like I couldn't even live.

The new me, the one I had no control over, the one who had control over me, she was like a machine. All she did was work. Training hard all the time and my legacies even developed early. I had never felt power like that before. but it wasn't really me. It never was.

Every once in awhile though, I would come back. Me, the real Number Two, would resurface and take over myself again. It didn't happen often, but when it did, I tried to run. To leave the Mogs. Maybe if I left, I could find the other Garde and they could help me. But I never made it. The other Two would always take control before I could ever escape.

I did awful things. Things that I wish I could have prevented, because it was me who did them. Me as in the other Two. I killed Number Three. I killed a member of the Garde.

After that, the charm worked it's magic and Three's symbol burned itself on my ankle. And something changed. I was me again. But then the Mogs found out. They found out about all of it. Of me still being me at times. And so they started me on a weekly injection of the green liquid. And I never became me again.

Until many months later. We were headed to the Everglades, where Number Five was taking on four other Garde. The ship had just landed and I, the other me, was starting towards the battle. And then it happened. Another scar. It brought me down to the ground in unforgettable pain. It meant another Garde died. One less person to help save Lorien. But it triggered something. It triggered me again. And killing Three gave me the strength to do what I must, and fight the other Two long enough to save the dead Number Eight.

But it was a mistake. When I lost control again, Two used Eight to the Mogadorian advantage. And she became allies with the Number Eight, who was dumb enough not to even question how Two was still alive, or why she was only now becoming a part of this. Eight took us to the other Garde and we came to Nevada. And that is how I am here now, standing above a dying Nine, knife in hand.

What have I done?

Number Two

Sad. I feel sad. My programming has always taught me to never have emotion. But yet I feel sad. Why is that?

I stand above Nine, who is slowing bleeding out due to my knife wound.

Did I... actually like this pathetic Loric scum? I suppose that was it. A simple crush. But why do I feel like breaking down and crying?

It's her. It's Number Two. She's breaking through again. I must try to stop her. I must finish what I started. I must kill every last Garde. One down, four to go.

I stare down at Nine, who is beginning to stir, trying to pick himself off the floor but failing. I kick him hard in the stomach and he winces but doesn't make a sound. Perfect. I can kill him without the other Garde coming to wonder "What was that noise?"

I circle him and then kick again. Kneeling down beside him, I can tell death is nearing for him. His breathing is shallow and he hardly moves. I lean closer and whisper in his ear. "Five told me you were the most powerful Garde. Look how easily I took you down. Imagine how quickly I will be able to kill the rest of you."

I laugh, quietly, and stand up again. Speaking a little louder, but not loud enough for someone to hear me, I say to Nine, " 'I feel strangely attracted to you' " I mimic, then laugh again. "That was called mind control, Nine. You Garde really are pathetic. And to think, I might have actually had a crush on you! Ha!"

I kneel down again and draw Nine's symbol in his own blood. "Oh well. Crush or no crush, you're a dead man." I pull back my fist and punch him right in the face. If he isn't dead now, he is at least unconscious and will be dead soon enough. I stand up.

I hear the doorknob beginning to turn and I spin around to face the person who is about to enter.

My next victim.

Was I too cruel to Nine?

Also, yes I do know that it was actually Adam's father who killed Number Three. I just tweaked the story a bit so that it fits.

Please review! Tell me who should be at the door! Six?