Another couple of weeks went by it was now October in San Francisco. I was more than happy to be there in the high, even though I knew I had a target on my back with Rachel aiming. She hated me, giving me the stare as I walked past her to my class, but I didn't mind. I was used to people hating me, not understanding me or knowing who I was. In fact, neither Emily or Trevor knew who I was. They knew the lie I was feeding them, but not the truth. It had to be that way though, in order to keep myself, Nico, and the both of them alive. I hated the lie.
But I needed the lie.
There was no sign of number four being hurt or killed, since i had no new tattoo. And because of that, Nico told me we could stay longer if I wanted it, which I agreed. As long as I was still keeping my head down and not showing any sign of weirdness, then all was well. But something did go wrong during one night when I was having a nightmare. It would usually happen to me, since I could scarcely remember my home planet. But I do remember seeing a Mogadorian and when I did, a nightmare would ensue.
This nightmare, however, made me scream. it wasn't abnormal for me to scream when I would have a fit, but this time I screamed and heard glass shattering around me. My eyes were still closed and I was still thrashing in my bed when Nico ran in and grabbed my arms, shaking me awake and I opened my eyes, still frantic and sweating up a storm in my bed,
"You were having a nightmare." He said to me in a rushed tone and I looked around to see where I was. But I then looked over to my window and then my mirror, seeing the both of them shattered. I then looked to the picture frame on my dresser, shattered. I say up in a jolt and covered my mouth. Did I do that from a scream? HOw could that be? I saw Nico nod his head. He told me once that I would get Legacies when I was old enough, extra powers that I inherited since I am one of the nine Garde children. When I was old enough, the Legacies would appear, but I didn't think they would appear then from a nightmare.
"Your first Legacy: I didn't think you would get it this soon." Nico said in a grunt as he got up from my bed and walked over to the window to inspect that now open square that went into the sky now. I uncovered my mouth and touched my throat.
"I have a sonic scream?" I asked aloud in a croak. It sounded like something I would get as a superhero like Batman or Superman.
"Apparently, and that's only your first Legacy." Nico said aloud as he walked over to the mirror.
"My first one? How many am I going to get?" I asked in a shocked tone.
"We don't know, but typically you might get two or three." Nico replied back to me, going back to my bed and sitting on the side, "NOw that we know you can scream at a high rate, let's not have this go public shall we?"
I nodded my head and then felt the need to ask him something else. I've only heard him say this once or twice when I was a young girl, but I knew I had to be sure and get the right answers now that I was older and a bit wiser.
"Nico, I have a question about...romance." I said in a cautious tone. He raised a eyebrow at me, thinking I was confused or high on something.
"Didn't already have the...you know...the talk?" He asked, trying to sound like he did not want to talk about, well not again. But I shook my head in a fast rate.
"No, not that." I said in a huff and he sighed in relief, "I meant...well...is love different from a Lorien's point of view? I mean, do we feel love differently than humans?"
Nico paused for a moment or two, thinking about it to himself as I felt the cool breeze coming through the now broken window. It was always a thought in my mind, If I were going to experience love differently than the normal human being would.
"Well it is different, it's more meaningful. In our past, there was a moment where a Lorien and a human were together. Our love as Lorien's is more intimate and emotional, as if once we have feelings for another, everything else doesn't matter to them." Nico explained to me, having me nod my head and instantly think of Trevor. I was always safe around him, feeling secure and normal when we would laugh and talk. But the more I thought about him, the more I wanted to be closer to him, to hold him longer when he would hug hellos or goodbyes, when we would briefly touch hands passing the halls. Was it romantic? Or was I going insane?
"Why do you ask anyways?" He asked me in a curious tone. His tone of voice made me snap back to reality and I shook my head, shrugging it off.
"Just wondering. I know you mentioned it once or twice in the past, but I was justing wondering is all." I replied back to him, acting causal. Nico nodded his head and got up from my bed.
"Now, about your Legacy. It's a new thing for you to handle and understand, so be very careful when you're with your friends, and try not to scream, got it?" he asked me, back to his typical guardian self again. I sighed and nodded my head. He smiled and walked out of the room, having me fall back into my bed and pull the covers over my shoulders to block the cold. My mind was back to Trevor again, seeing his face in my head and how warm his voice was whenever we would talk about photography or the weather. I felt safe with him, I felt happy with him.
I felt love when I was with him. It must of been crazy, way too crazy to call it this soon in the friendship we had. We've only known each other for weeks now, but we were rather close. Going off to parks together after school to take pictures, eating lunch with Emily at school and going to the music store. The three of us could rule the world if we wanted to, but something about being with Trevor alone made my heart skip a beat or flutter lighter and ever. I must of been insane.
But I must of fond my other being in Trevor.
I was screwed big time.
The next night was Emily's Showcase in one of the downtown galleries. I went early to take pictures with my own camera and also to help Emily set up her showcase. The whole gallery was filled after the doors opened, plenty of people walking around and seeing her painted work on the walls. Her showcase's them was mostly of the rainbow, each painting was a main color but then altered. There was one of her friends who played guitat playing in the corner as I went from picture to picture, seeing the dark blue and how it gave a cooling sensation, then moving to the dark red picture. That picture somehow, reminded my of my nightmare, but all I saw in my nightmare was red and hearing the pitching screams of someone in the far distance.
"You like this one?" I heard next to me, and I looked over to see it was Trevor, his camera around his neck and a small smile on his lips. HIs hands were in his font jacket pockets and his head tilted to the side slightly when he looked over at me. I smiled back at him, feeling the warm feeling all over again going off in my lower stomach and chest.
"I prefer the blue one." I replied back to him in a casual tone. He smiled and nodded his head. I love the small conversations we would have, not needing to say anything but mentally knowing the other's thoughts and feelings. Yeah, we were that close after a short period of time. But I was glad and happy with that, I think we both were.
"I like this one." He said, turning around and having me following him to the bright yellow painting on the opposite wall. I looked at it from my spot and smiled, seeing how the many shades of yellow were morphing together in the middle and spreading out, almost like the sun. I liked that one too, it was reminding me of power and of energy.
"It's so bright, yet warm" Trevor explained to me as I looked over at him, seeing him looking at the yellow painting, "It reminds me of the sun, how we rely on it's energy and it's power to order to survive. And...it reminds me of you."
When he said that to me, his sounded so serious yet so light and warm about it. I looked at him with some shock on my face as he looked at me. I was a bit shocked when he said that to me, wondering why I reminded him of the painting.
"You're bright, yet warm. You have a lot of energy to give, and your photography is rather powerful in my opinion, and I think you're unique, like this picture." He explained to me, making my insides feel not only wamr but scorching. No one has ever told me that before in my life, well no one complimented me in that manner before. It was straight forward, yet it was cautious. LIke he wanted to tell me for the longest time, but he didn't want to look like a fool in front of people. I smiled, the only thing I thought of doing and saw him smile back.
"No one was ever compared me to a painting before." I said in a grin, seeing him smile widely and laugh in his spot. He looked down sheepishly and I nudged him, having him look up at me. I pulled out my hand from my jacket pocket, placing it next to me and kept my eyes on him.
"Thank you." I replied to him in a softer tone. He smiled, pulling out his hand and placing it next to mine. I felt him hesitate for a moment, but then he grasped my hand and I felt how soft his hand was compared to him, how warm it was.
How loving it was.
"You're quite welcome." He replied back to me. I felt everything in the chest and stomach burst. With him saying those three simple words, I knew I was in love with him. It was rather horrible to be honest, I've only known him for three weeks, and he already had me under his spell in a instant.
I was in love with Trevor, with a human, going behind Nico's word and back. So I was dead meat when I got home.
That night I walked home all by myself since I didn't live far from the gallery. It was rather late and I knew Nico was waiting up for me to call him or let him know I was coming home. But I forgot to, since I was still thinking about Trevor and what he said to me, Trevor holding my hand in his and just seeing him next to me. My mind was in a haze then, thinking nothing but of him when I felt someone grab my arm and shove me up against a wall.
"Give me your money." He growled at my, his voice was low and dark, and I could smell alcohol on him in a instantly. But I wasn't thinking and I punched him on the mouth, hearing him cry out and release me as I ran from him down the street. I could hear him running after me, trying to keep up with me as I ran from him. It was probably a bad idea to run from a mugger, especially one who was bigger than me and stronger than me. But I was a alien, I could handle him, right?
Right?
But I felt his hand on my shoulder and he whirled me around to be slammed against a brick wall, making me slam my head and scream out. BUt my scream was different, way different. As soon as I opened my mouth, my scream sounded like a loud screech of or bird, or maybe a sonic sound and the man instantly let go of me, falling to his knees and covering his ears. I couldn't help but scream, since my shoulder was out of my socket from the impact of my body hitting the brick wall. My scream least for a couple of seconds, but I stopped myself and saw the man hunched over on the floor. I covered my mouth with my good hand and saw him getting up slowly.
"You're gonna pay for that." He said in a low tone, and I could see in his hand he had a small knife aiming at me. I was afraid then, knowing I was about to be stabbed in the alleyway of San Francisco, and it wasn't even my time to die just yet. Number Four was going to have a rude awakening in a few moment as I braced myself for death, thinking of Nico and how he kept me safe this far. I thought of Emily, how I was glad to have known her for such a small amount of time.
And I thought of Trevor, and how I loved him.
But before he could do anything, I saw a bright flash to our right and we both looked. Suddenly the ground shook and I saw a flash of light coming through the alleyway, hearing the man scream and what looked like a beam of light hitting him in the side, making him fly out of the alleyway in a thrust and then nothing else.
Nothing but darkness.
Author's Note: Hey guys, let me know if you want Trevor as one of the nine! I'm really thinking of doing it but I want your feedback. Also leave me a review and let me know how I'm doing please! you guys rock!
