A Daniel X Fanfiction

By Sakura Martinez

Author's Notes:

Sorry about not being able to update yesterday. Think of it as me giving the other readers some breathing room since I have been updating very, very frequently. Anyways, my whole day yesterday had revolved around me listening Lauren Alaina's debut album "Wildflower", so, yeah...I couldn't write a chapter (albeit I had written this chapter beforehand). You guys should check that album out, especially if you're a Carrie Underwood or Taylor Swift fan. And most definitely if you're a country music fan like me.

Not only that but something came up and I couldn't really think straight (couldn't do that still today but it wasn't as bad as yesterday). So...yeah...

Anyways, enjoy this chapter and thanks to those who had reviewed.

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Disclaimer:

I do not own Daniel X, or the characters in that story. James Patterson own the rights for them. What I do own is the idea of this fanfic.

Summary:

Daniel has long accepted what has happened to his friends Dana, Willy, Emma and Joe. But when he is suddenly ambushed by Number 2's second-in-command, Number 13, the young Alien Hunter finds a big surprise waiting for him.

Daniel X: Game Over

Chapter Nineteen

The light from the sun that seeped through my open window momentarily blinded me as I slowly opened my eyes and squinted them close again. The sound of static still ringing in my ears even though the supposed words that accompanied it had long gone and I could no longer remember.

I groaned as I shook the foreboding thoughts from my head. I was thinking too much again.

It's just a dream. There's nothing more to it than that.

I took a moment to compose myself, wondering if I would—should—tell Dana about it. Or maybe my parents. I wasn't sure if those dreams were stressed-induced or something caused by some sort of anxiety. Though I doubt that was the case. I wasn't anxious about anything, nor was I stressed about anything as well. My life was perfect.

"Don't you think it's too perfect?" A voice-one that I felt I should recognize suddenly spoke.

What the heck? It caught me off guard that I almost fell out from my bed.

I looked around. I was the only one in my room. I tried listening again, keeping my eyes peeled.

I was about to give it up and chuck it up at still being groggy when it spoke again, "What's the matter with you?"

"Willy? Joe?" I asked, as I cautiously made my way to the window. "Is this some kind of prank?"

But, when I peered outside, ready to give both of them a good whack at the head, they weren't there. No one was.

This is not funny.

"I sure hope not, but you really look like you're having a time of your life."

I frowned, making my way downstairs thinking that maybe whoever was talking was somewhere inside the house. But, after looking at every single room (hey, we do have pretty good hearing), I came to realize that no one was in the house. I was the only one there. A note on the fridge told me that my parents had gone to the market taking Brenda along. Dana was with Emma as I vaguely recalled her telling me that they would be going to the mall themselves for some "girl time".

I shook my head, all the while thinking if I was starting to lose it. Maybe I, myself, had gotten hit in the head one too many times.

"Alright, who's there?" I asked the question aloud, looking around while I stood in the middle of the living room. "Show yourself!"

No answer. Just...the sound of static again.

That made me frown even more. What the heck's going on?

"You look like you hadn't had much sleep lately," Willy stated. We were in the cafeteria. It was lunch time.

I didn't bother to answer him with actual words. I just grunted.

"Bet you he couldn't sleep because he's worried about Dana," Joe said before stuffing his mouth with a big, blob of who-knows-what cafeteria food. How he could eat the stuff was beyond me. Sure, we may be aliens but even we—well, most of us—have tastes. Some even more sophisticated than others.

I frowned. I hadn't seen Dana for two days now. Mom and dad seem to know where she went but they wouldn't tell me. It bothered me. I mean, why would they hide Dana's whereabouts from me? So, yeah. I was also in a bad mood because of that and that is also one of the reason why I haven't had much sleep lately. The other one, of course, was my dream. My recurring dream.

The dream was strange, even for me. I didn't really see anything just the lines of static and there's just the voice of someone speaking through a faulty communication line. Over and over that dream would occur and then I would wake up and think that someone was actually talking to me. Trouble was, with Brenda with Blaleen and my parents always out on hunts, I was always home alone...especially since two days ago.

"They still haven't told you where she is?" Emma asked. I could hear the worry in her voice. She doesn't like not knowing about it as well.

"No," I grunted the answer again as I played with my food. "Mom told me Dana will be back soon."

"I wonder what's so top secret that she didn't even bother to tell us about it," Joe said in-between mouthfuls. "We're her drang, for crying out loud!"

"Well, we can bet it's not some sort of 'secret mission', we're not allowed to go solo." Willy stated the obvious, "Maybe it's some sort of family problem?"

"From who? Her long, lost cousin's aunt's brother's third cousin twice removed?" I couldn't help the sarcasm that was laced with those words. It was no 'family problem'. Dana doesn't have any family left. That was the whole reason why she was staying with my family. Her parents had died on one of their group hunts. Her grandparents are long gone, too. She didn't have any brothers, uncles, or aunts. There was no reason why she would be gone so long. And there was no reason why she would hide her reasons from me.

"Daniel has a point," Emma interjected. "Still, there's nothing we can do. Thinking about where Dana is and what she's doing isn't going to change the fact that she's not here. We can only hope that she's safe."

I nodded. Trust Emma to say something like that.

It was burning. The smoke was suffocating. I felt so small. Literally small. I was holding on to something. The ground beneath my feet was wobbly. It jostled me.

Then I noticed that I wasn't really walking. I was just standing still. But I was moving. Farther and farther away from the burning building.

My eyes stung.

The wind blew.

I lost my hold on whatever it was that I was holding on to and I came crashing down to the ground. It didn't hurt too much. But I felt numb. My heart was beating wildly in my chest.

There was a sound of footstep, and crunching gravel and leaves. I looked up. The owner of those footsteps seemed familiar but I didn't know who he was. What I did know was that I hated that person. And, I was afraid of him.

My heart clenched in my chest. A pain that can't be cured.

My heart continued its pounding. Thathump-thathump-thathump!

I was worried that he would hear me. That he would turn around and that he would find me. I didn't know why, but I knew that I was in danger. I knew that he couldn't—mustn't—see me. And so, I lay low. Waiting, and waiting, until he was finally gone.

When my eyes can no longer see him, it was drawn to the burning building. The fires totally consuming the place. Sparks were flying and the foundations were crumbling.

And then realization sets in.

It wasn't just any burning building. It was a burning house. Our house.

"No..." I groaned, quickly shuffling to my feet. Then I noticed, the reason why I felt so small and everything seems larger than they should.

I wasn't myself. I was a tick. But, before I could panic about why I was a tick, I shifted back to myself. A much younger me.

Tears were streaming down my eyes as the house burned down. Then a memory flashed. Two people lying on the blood-soaked ground. Two familiar people.

My mom and dad.

"No...No. NO!"

"NO!" I shouted. My heart was pounding more so than before. Sweat trickled down my forehead, my neck, and my back, soaking my shirt more. The sheets were a mess, my pillows were no longer at the head of my bed but was littered on the ground.

I looked wildly around.

I was alone. There was no fire.

Just a dream. I kept chanting, It was just a dream.

But, even as I thought that, my body felt like it didn't agree. It shook and I felt cold—like I was doused with water straight from the north pole, or somewhere colder.

My mind raced to the retreating figure that I had seen in that dream. The Prayer. I couldn't be mistaken. I knew it was the alien that my parents had been trying so hard to conquer. I looked at my hands, chucking the thought that perhaps I had the power to glimpse into the future and that that dream was a warning of what might happen. Because it can't be a warning. Not when the me that was in that dream was younger than the me now. Not when the house looked newer, not like the way the house was now.

But then...what?

I closed my eyes. I wouldn't find the answers panicking. I had to relax, to clear my head. The vision, or dream, or nightmare, or whatever you want to call it, swam in my head. It kept playing back, over and over again like a broken video recording. I closed my eyes tighter, gritted my teeth, my hands raking my head, pulling my hair. My breathing became labored but I couldn't shake the dream free. It was there. It was...

"ot...eam...!" I opened my eyes, the staticky voice was back. "ot...ream...!"

I stood up. It was somehow getting clearer.

"What?" I whispered, my voice shaky. "Who's there?"

"niel...ake..up!" It was getting louder, too. "n't..eal...ick...have...ke...up..or..an't..ie!"

"I don't understand what you're saying!" I shouted, whirling around in my room. Everything was quiet except for the noises I was making and the noises that seem to be coming from inside my head. "I...I don't!"

There was a sound like an opus 50/50 being charged. My knees buckled and my field of vision dimmed and swayed. I felt nauseous. I felt like I was going to throw up. Then the pain in my stomach began to intensify. It was like I was knifed and gutted and it hurt. So. Much.

And then the voice came, slightly muffled at first but clearer. So much clearer that I understood the words.

"Daniel, wake up!" It said, surprising me. "It isn't real! It's a trick! You have to wake up or you'll die! You can't die!"

To be continued...

Post Author's Notes:

And that's the nineteenth chapter of the story. What do you guys think? What would happen next? An Interlude chapter would be coming out after the next chapter so you can expect more revelations along the way. One of the things that the Interlude chapter would tell is what power does Dana have exactly. You would have to wait after the next chapter to find out.

Please review if you have time. Tell me what you think. Okay?

Thanks.

So, until the next time! Peace out!

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