Unexpected pt. 1
Six
(Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or alien races in this story but it would be so cool if I did. They belong to Pittacus Lore or James Frey and Jobie Hughes)
I held on to John's hand tightly as we walked down the cold streets of Cleveland looking for signs of the Garde.
"Are you sure that one of the Garde is here?" I asked John.
"Yes. I saw a dot here on the globe. That means one of us has to be here." He said. I sighed.
"John, what if they moved on?" I asked him.
"If, after three days, we don't find any signs we can go over to Europe and search there for them like you wanted. You want something warm to drink?" he said to me.
"What?" I replied looking at him skeptically. He shook his head towards a small coffee shop.
"Oh, um… no I'm good." I told him. He shrugged and we kept walking. We walked for a few more blocks before I stopped and sat down on an icy bench. John sat down beside me.
"It's hopeless John. We're never going to find one of us here. The city is too big." I say.
"We might…"
"We have no chance of finding them here. Everyone can blend in in big cities. That's why Henri and Katarina kept us in small towns. It's impossible for us to go unnoticed but…" I started
"It's impossible for them to go unnoticed as well." John finished.
"I think we should go back to the car. Sam probably needs us." I said. John nodded and stood up. As he did a jogger who was coming our way crashed into him causing them to go flying on the ground. John got up and offered the jogger his hand. She ignored and stood up.
"Watch it." She said and started jogging away. John looked at me and gave me one of his million dollar smiles and said "That was a pleasant lady." I sniggered and stood up.
"Good job cowboy." I said to him. We started back towards the truck. On the way back we saw a tall man I a long black trench coat.
When we got back to Sam's truck he wasn't there.
"Why do boys always run off at the most inconvenient times?" I asked myself.
"Because it annoys the girls and we find that fun." John replied jokingly. I walked around to the driver's side of the truck and saw a note taped to the side of the door. I pulled it off and read it. It said
John I'm going to a small store on 2nd street to get food. Bernie Kosar is with me. I should be back in an hour. The time is 5:00
I showed it to John and he looked down at his watch.
"It's 5:10. We should still be able to catch him." John said. I nodded and we both started to run towards 2nd street. We ran at a slightly faster than normal human speed and we had been running for about three minutes when I saw Sam.
"Sam!" I shouted. He turned around and looked at me in shock.
"Hey. I left a note for you and…"
"We need to go. There are Mogs here." I said. John nodded to prove my point.
"Let's go then." He said. We turned around and walked as fast as we could back to the truck. With Sam and BK we took ten minutes to get there instead of two or three.
When we reached the truck all of us jumped in and Sam started it. We drove out of the city as fast as we could. Only when we were safely out of Ohio did any of us say a thing.
"That was close." John said.
"Too close. Now we head to Europe." I said.
"Europe? Wait…why?" Sam asked.
"Six thinks that there is a Garde in Europe so we have to go there." John said.
"Well, not right away but soon." I interject.
"We should rest for a few days and then start to search again." John said. I nodded slightly in agreement. I pointed out that there was a motel coming soon so Sam took the next exit and pulled up to a small motel.
"I'll get the room." I said.
"I'll come with you." John said but I shook my head.
"I am not a wanted terrorist. You, however, are and Sam is supposed to be your fugitive, so I think I'll go." I said with a knowing look towards John. He sighed and hung his head in defeat.
"Fine, I guess I'll stay. I made all of us some fake ID's though. Sam, your new name is Greg Christensen. Six you're Kate Christensen. The two of you are siblings and I am Peter Arrington. I'll be your cousin." He said and handed us passports, licenses and ID cards.
"Or you could be my sister's boyfriend." Sam said with a snigger. I ignored him and went inside.
"One room for the night please." I told the lady at the desk and handed her a wad of cash. She gave me a key and started to read a magazine. I walked back outside, grabbed my bags and led Sam and John to our room.
We entered and looked around. There was one bed and a small bathroom.
"Sa-Greg you and Peter will get to sleep on the floor." I said. Sam groaned in protest.
"Why do you get the bed?" he asked. I smiled.
"Because I'm a girl and girls always get the bed." I told him.
"Doesn't Pete get to share a bed with you?" he asked with a devilish grin.
"We are not dating!" John and I yelled at the same time.
"All I good time my friends." He said and then walked into the bathroom.
"What the hell does he mean by all in good time?" John asked.
"I mean that one day you and Six are going to get together." Sam yelled from the bathroom. John and I stood there in silence. Sure, I liked John a lot as a friend but having Sam say that one day we would get together made me realize that I liked John as more than a friend. But he had Sarah. I would only ever be his friend.
A knock on the door broke the awkward silence that had settled in the room.
"I'll get it." I said. I opened that door and said "What do you want?!" rather harshly.
"I want to talk to you Kate." I heard a familiar voice say. I looked up into the emerald green eyes of my ex-boyfriend, Bradley Gordon.
A/N: I am unbelievably sorry for such a long time taken to update. First I had no ideas, then my laptop broke, and then I got a short term replacement without Word, and I just got Word now. I know that it is no excuse but I hope that you can forgive me. I hope you enjoyed it. I know it is short but I wanted it to end on a cliff-hanger and it came around quicker than I expected. ~Despedida