"Where did you come from?" I asked them both of them as we walked out of the apartment and towards the fire escape at the end of the hallway. We saw people walking over to my old apartment and the cops coming our way since our apartment was now in ruins. Number Four and Six wanted us to get under cover and not be seen since the four of us now were being hunted. The male, Number Four, threw open the window and peered down, alter climbing out as well as Trevor. Trevor took my hand and helped me out the window and onto the fire escape, seeing that we were in the alleyway below us and there was a pick up truck down at the bottom, the engine on and someone sitting inside. Behind the truck there was a nice looking motorcycle, parked as well with two helmets sitting on the seat as we climbed down.

"Our last search for the both of us was in Canada, but we found you here from picking up your scent and the trail you left from Alaska." Number Four explained aloud to me as I heard Number Six behind me. He landed on the floor with ease, the same with Trevor. Trevor helped me down and we both walked hand in hand to the pick up truck.

"As soon as we heard Number Eight was here with you we decided to get the two of us and leave as fast as we could." Number Six explained in her accent as I peered into the truck and seeing a younger man at the wheel, looking at the both of us as I rearranged the backpack I was wearing. He had short brown hair, smooth skin and dark eyes, but there was a smile on his face and he waved slightly at the two of us. I couldn't help but wave back at him and then I felt Number Four place his hand on my shoulder, aiming me towards the motorcycle

Both Trevor and Number Four hopped into the bed of the truck as Number Six got on the motorcycle. She gave me the spare helmet and I hopped on the back of the cycle, not even thinking. Sure I should of ran away from this, not knowing who these two were or if I could trust them both. But giving the circumstances they were like Trevor and I, on the run and trying to stay alive. And I felt worse for Number Four.

He was next to die.

Number Six had her motorcycle come to life, roaring with sound as the truck and cycle took off out of the alleyway and down the street. I could see Trevor and Number Four ducking whilst we saw the police and fire trucks coming to the apartment complex. I looked away as well, not wanting to see the damage that I inflicted. I knew I was at some fault from the damage since they were after me and wanted me dead. I felt ashamed,

We sped through the busier streets and headed towards the Golden Gate Bridge and at a normal rate, trying to seem normal and unsuspicious. I looked back once more, thinking that I wish I could of stayed there a bit more. My favorite city, but I was now leaving it. Thinking back on what I did there, making a friend with Emily, being happy for a mere period of my life, and then meeting Trevor. Oh Trevor.

I was beyond happy that I met him when we did, finding that we were both Lorien children, and that we were meant to be together. But beyond that, I was forever grateful that I fell in love with him, and he with me. I had no idea what was going to happen to be in the future, if I was going to live or die.

Don't think that I heard in my head and I knew it was Trevor, poking me head around and seeing him sitting in the bed of the truck, his back against the truck and his eyes on me. He looked very serious and very determined as the truck drove in front of us. I stared at him from my spot on the cycle, looking through my helmet and feeling grateful that we could even talk with our minds, and the two of us alone.

Will I see Nico again? I asked him in my head and I saw him tilt his head to the side, still staring at me. I saw the scenery rush by us and the night covering the two vehicles like a blanket, hiding from the rest of the world. It was a childish thing to ask him, and I knew he must not know the outcome either. Nico not being anywhere near me was a scary thought to process, and if anything were to happen to him because he was trying to protect me that made my emotions even worse.

Before he could answer, I felt Number Six shift the cycle to the side in a dramatic fashion, making me clutch her even harder. I looked behind us, seeing nothing at first, but as I turned to looked back at Trevor and Number Four, they both were looking at something above both myself and Number Six with wide eyes. I looked up and I saw something flash above, a dark shade of something going over us like a bird. But before I could see what it was, we heard something right behind us and I looked, seeing two cycles right behind us and I knew:

Modadorian

Number Six swerved to the right and into the woods as the trucks kept onto the road, freaking me out that we were splitting up with the boys. But somehow I trusted her as we sped through the roads on a dirt path. At first I wondered what we were doing, going to outrun them? There were two after us, and I saw three them go after the truck.

One of the Modadorians on the cycle shot something out at us, something glowing and blue almost like a energy ball. Number Six dodged it with the cycle and I barely felt the shot go by me. I looked back once more and saw him aim at us once more. He shot again and Number Six drove down the road, seeing the cycle drive us next to us.

The Modadorian was snarling at us, and I could tell he was aiming for the both of us. I had to think of something since Number Six was driving the cycle. I did something I knew was going to get me yelled at later. I threw off my helmet and felt my hair flying behind me. The Modadorian smiled widely as he was aiming right for my head, but I took in a deep breath and opened my mouth, letting out the scream I knew I had. I wanted to hurt him, wanted him to leave us alone and let us live.

My scream was loud, very loud and it slammed into the Modadorian like a eave from the ocean. He squinted in pain, immediately swerving to the left and running into the nearest tree, seeing it go up in flames and I closed my mouth, having the scream leave me and I saw another one coming our way. I didn't know what else to do in this situation, but I saw Number Six only use one hand to drive the cycle and the other went into the side compartment and took out something. It was curved, and it looked like the dagger than was in my backpack that Nico gave me. She wrapped a chord around her wrist in a second or two, then holding the handle her hand. For a split second I had no idea what she was going to do.

She threw out the handle and I saw it flying towards the Modadorian, there was a chain on the end of the handle and the other end was attached to her wrist on the holster. The dagger ran into the Modadorian's chest, and he instantly died on the cycle. Number Six threw the chain back and the dagger came out of his chest, flying back into her hand and she placed it back in the compartment. She was quick, agile, and I smiled. Number Six knew what she was doing,

We sped through the forest and found ourselves near the Golden Gate Bridge in a small part of the forest. Number Six parked the cycle near the edge of the forest and we found ourselves in a small clearing near the entry of the bridge. At first we were the only ones there, and that got me a bit concerned as to where the boys went, where Trevor was.

But then a few seconds we saw the truck coming over with the lights off and the truck parking behind the trees and away from sight. Number Four, Trevor and the other boy came through the trees from the truck and I sighed in relief. Trevor walked over to me in a fast pace and I did to him, the both of us meeting in the middle and hugging each other fiercely. I was glad he was fine and safe as he pulled away from me slightly and looked at me, checking to see if anything was damaged on my face. I did the same, but he looked perfect to me, but only with some dirt on his face and some sweat as well.

"You okay?" he asked me with concern, looking around on my body to see if I was hurt.

"I'm fine." I said in a breathless tone, hugging him close once more and feeling his arms go around me in almost a protective manner. We pulled away from each other and saw Number Six and Number Four staring at us, walking over in our direction.

"We'll stay here for the night and leave in the morning. I checked on the news and the bridge is supposed to me closed to construction." Number Four said aloud to us and I saw the other boy who was driving the truck come out, walking over in a fast pace.

"How will we cross?" Trevor asked aloud as Number Six smiled.

"I have a plan in mind." She replied, seeing the other boy walk up to us and he gave me a nervous smile. She rolled her eyes and went back to her cycle as the boy waved at us.

"This is Sam, he's a friend of mine who's traveling with us." Number Four said in a polite tone, making both Trevor and I give him a confused look.

"I'm looking for someone, and he might be where these guys are going." Sam explained aloud to us and I merely smiled at him, seeing him smile back at me. It was odd to see someone who wasn't a Lorein child, but then again it was refreshing. Then Emily popped into my head, and I felt a wave of sadness coming over me as we made camp for the night.

I couldn't sleep the night, still having what just happened do though my brain and still having the fear of Nico being dead evident in my mind. His face was in my mind, and so was Emily's. I missed them terribly as I saw on the top of the truck, indian style and was wrapped up in the sweatshirt that was in my backpack. I had my backpack near me, having me think of Nico and in a sense replace him since he wasn't there with me.

The air was so chilled and still, I could see the fog coming through from the sea and over the bridge slightly as I saw the blue shine down, making everything a tint of gray and blue as I looked up at the sky. Everything was still for a moment, a mere moment of peace and quiet in the chaos of my life. I peered down into the front window of the truck and saw Trevor sleeping. His head was propped up against the window and he looked so peaceful asleep, seeing his dark curly hair touch the window and his breathing was even. I smiled, thinking of how much I was in love with him. I knew he wasn't going to let anything happen to me, and I to him.

"You couldn't sleep?" I heard next to me as I looked up and saw NUmber Four, sitting with me on the top of the truck with a small smile on his face. I smiled back and shrugged.

"Not really, too many things on my mind." I replied back to him and seeing him nod his head, I could see the blond in his hair even in the darkness.

"Same here, but I have only one on my mind." He replied, seeing his smile go a bit bigger and I knew he was thinking about it. I kept staring at him, wondering how he found us really or where he came from.

"I never really thought I would be on the run like this." I said to him in a honest tone, seeing him tilt his head slightly at me as I continued, "I mean, I knew I was a Lorein child, and that I was a Number. But for something like this to happen, it's scares me."

"You're not the only one." He replied back to me, "I was trying to have a normal life in Ohio, and everything else just went out of control. Number Six showed up to find me, and then we were almost killed. To make it worse, I left someone behind back there, and I miss her."

When he said this, I looked over at him and I could tell it was hurting him just talking about this girl, the one he left behind. It was like if I met Trevor and I had to leave him: beyond painful. That in return reminded me of what Nico said about the unique love we had since we were Lorein children. I smiled slightly at him.

"What was her name?" I asked him aloud, seeing his smile widen slightly and he looked at me directly.

"Sarah." He replied aloud and I smiled, seeing how wonderful she must of been from the evident smile on his face.

"Do you have a name, if I may ask? Or are you just Number Four?" I asked him in curiosity and he smiled, holding out his hand for me to shake. I shook it before he told me his name.

"John." He replied, his voice was low but warm as I nodded my head.

"I'm Mary."