Hey guys! I don't have anything to say today except… Here is chapter 13! This will be bad. Because it's unlucky and all. Oh wow. This will not be my chapter. I hope my luck is with me.
FIVE:
My head smashed the window, Audrey smashed a few other cars on the road, the mogs smashed my life. The window has a centre point where my head must have hit it first and it spreads out from there. It reassembles a spider web. My head hurts.
"Five you have ten seconds until you need to jump out of the car. I need you to take your chest and backpack with you and run into the forest, hide in there. We'll meet up again, I promise. For you to lose the mogs you need to run. You have five seconds." Audrey says and my head pounds. Talk about a head ache. I can't believe she's doing this to me. The right side of my head feels hot and sticky because of the blood. My head split open when it connected with that stupid, stupid window. "I love you. Three seconds, two, one." "Audrey…" I say as I grab my chest and backpack from the back of the car putting the backpack over my left shoulder and tucking the chest under my right arm. My head hurts.
"Jump Five, for lore's sake jump!" She screams at me. She never does that unless she's dead serious. I open the door and lean out slightly trying to make it an easy fall but as soon as the wind catches me I fly out screaming hanging on to my two belongings. Unfortunately for me I land on my right side with the chest smashing into my hip and ribs like a baseball bat being swung by seven supermen's at a time and then – just to add to the fun – my head hits the ground harder than I would like it to – a lot harder than I would like it to. I sit up ignoring the searing pain rushing through every limb on my right side. God I hate life. I think. I stand and sprint forward. Stupidly I look back making sure the mogs aren't following me and run into a tree! Wow I'm having a great day! I think bitterly in my head. My head hurts.
I run for what feels like hours. My legs are sore and scratched from every damned tree branch that I walked within three feet of and my arms are killing from carrying the only two things I took. I want ever so badly to lie down on the floor and give up but I have to find Audrey.
'She would want you to rest.' A female voice says in my head that isn't my own.
'The forest floor isn't safe so I'll have to climb up a tree.' I say in my head.
'Have fun!' it teases.
"Oh, shut up." I whisper to myself. I've gone mad. I say to myself I'm making someone up so I can talk to them. I slowly climb up a tree with low branches breaking them off as soon as I am on a higher level. I climb seven stories high and decide that it will have to do. I lay the chest on my lap wanting ever so badly to open it and try to find something to give me warmth but as long as Audrey is still alive it won't open without her so I open my backpack to see what I have. Memories box, shorts, t-shirt, money, phone, unperishable foods, water and A JUMPER! I pull the jumper over my head and snuggle into it. My head still hurts.
What a horrible day.
…
One and a half years later
I scream in pain as the razor cuts through my skin once more.
"TELL ME WHERE THEY ARE!" the crazy lunatic they call 'The breaker' screams at me in furry.
"I told you I don't know! Please. I haven't seen another garde since I was four!" I plead sobbing not being able to truly focus on his face for three reasons. 1. His face is too ugly 2. He punched my eye 3. The tears are making my vision blurry. He walks up to me his fancy shoes making a click clack sound across the marble floor. "Do you know why this floor is made out of marble?" He asks. I do but I get the feeling he want me to say no so I shake my head. "It's so that we can clean the blood off it when the person finally cracks and tells us the information we want to know. Now we've had some real spirited people before and they can take days. But they always crack, just like I'm going to make you do if it takes me until Christmas time." He says bitter-sweetly then roughly places a hand on my cheek. "It'll be such a shame to waist such a pretty face. We didn't find many like you on Lorien. Most were ugly little…" I spat on his face before he was able to finish his foul, disgusting and untruthful sentence. He recoils and brings his hand back to slap me but before it makes contact with my face it get the time to think on sentence: How I wish the bloody charm was still on. A sharp pain strikes through my left jaw bone making a vibration course through my body. I stop myself from screaming but only just. I'm about to break out and kill 'the breaker' when a tall Mog walks in. "Ah. You must be Number Five. What a pleasure… for you. How do you like your stay so far?"
"The hospitality here is horrible." I say all 'high and mighty'. "And I'm always seeing the ugliest creatures. Actually you could be related to them… twins or something."
"You amuse me Number Five. Tell me… do the others find you entertaining?" He asks.
"I wouldn't know. I haven't seen them since I was four. I imagine they would find me funny, much like they would find you funny-looking." I spit politely (if there is such a thing).
"So you haven't met the Ninth number then? Or the Fourth? Or Samuel Goode?" He asks standing over me.
"Who?"
"THE THREE PEOPLE WHO ARE ESCAPING RIGHT NOW! HAVE YOU MET THEM?" 'the breaker' screams at me. It takes me a lot of self-control not to scream in delight.
"Again I'm going to ask: Who?"
"Number Nine, Number Four and Samuel Goode are making a poor attempt to escape this prison. They are fighting in the prisoner wing right now. A few halls down actually. When we catch them we'll bring them in." The tall man says.
"You won't catch them. Your race is too stupid, WAY too ugly, too useless…" I start but am interrupted but my head connecting with the stone wall behind me and then all I can see is black and all I hear is white noise.
…
I wake up sobbing and in Nine's arms. He's trying to comfort me but that will take hours, I know from experience. I start coughing and it hurts my throat and rattles my body, it makes me curl my body inwards.
"Hey, Hey. Shhhh. It's ok. You're fine." He says quietly.
I'm having trouble breathing in between the sobs and the coughing. He hugs me tighter and I ball parts of his shirt in both of my hands pulling him closer. This is useless! I've been doing this for two years now and it can go for HOURS! He nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck sending his deep breaths down my back. Strangely this makes me feel calmer and I start breathing normally and stop coughing but I'm still sobbing.
NINE:
Please let her be ok. I think in my head. In the last five minutes she's gotten better… slightly. Her sobbing becomes less and less frequent until only silent tears run down her face. I hug her tighter to my chest probably tighter then I should and I hear a small sound escape from her mouth "Ouch."
"Sorry, gorgeous. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"No just crush me. Which - by the way - you are still doing." She said with a small, weak laugh. While I let my grip loosen slightly.
"Not planning on letting me go then?" She asks.
"Never. Not in a million years."
"We mightn't live that long. What if I need to go to the bathroom? Or if I'm hungry?" She says teasingly.
"You're Loric you can ignore it." I joke bending my head slightly to look in her dark brown eyes and resting my forehead on hers.
"No, I'm serious. I really do have to go, can you please let me go and I'll come right back. Promise." She says crossing her middle and pointer finger over each other and putting it up for me to see showing her promise.
"You can't promise me that. You can't say I'll still be here tomorrow. You can't promise you'll still be here next week. And I can't promise you any of that myself, no matter how much I would like to. I really would like to promise that I'll always be here for you that you won't have to be alone or sad as long as you live, but I could die tomorrow." I say looking away from her.
"Don't say that. You and I both know that you're not going to die. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. Understand? I might not be able to promise that I'll ways be here but I can promise I'll fight like hell to stay." She grabs my face between her hands and makes me look at her. "Nine, I've barely known you a week and you're the only person that has been able to calm me down like that ever."
"Glad to be of use to you." I say smirking.
"Don't let it go to your head. That's about all you can do." She teased.
I faked hurt and rolled over to pin her down. "Take it back or I'll tickle you." She shook her head. "You asked for it." I say moving her left hand closer to her right and holding both of her tiny wrists with just one of my hands. With my free hand I start tickling her she squirms trying to get out of my grip but is very unsuccessful. Her legs kick manically so I end up having to straddle her not wanting a repeat of a few nights ago. He squeals and giggles while I tickle her.
"Please stop! I can't breathe!" She says between laughs.
"Oh, I get it. She can dish it but she can't get tickled." I say making a lame attempt at a joke but she laughs anyway.
"I thought of one more thing that you're useful for."
"What's that?" I ask.
"This." She say sitting up slightly and wrapping her arms around my neck and she kisses me. Oh, lore. What does this girl do to me? I think. Somehow we end up like this… Me: Leaning against the backboard of the bed with my arms wrapped around her waist. Her: sitting on my lap straddling me with her arms around my neck.
FIVE:
For the third time I wake up. Every time it's different. The first time I was balling my eyes out, second was me in Nine's arms and the third was at five in the morning because I heard footsteps outside the door. I pry Nine's arms off of me and he buries his face in the pillow I was using just then. I walk over to the door and look out of the peephole to see Four walking aimlessly around all of our rooms. I open the door and turns with his fists up ready for a fight.
"Wow. Calm down buddy. It's just me." I say putting my hands up.
"Oh. Sorry. Did I wake you up?"
"Nah." I lie. "Hey, I had an idea. 'cause we're both up do you want to take Bonnie and Bernie Kosar for a walk?"
"Yeah sure. But we should get changed first."
"Oh yeah. See you in 10."
I walk back into the room and Nine sits up groggily.
"Hey Baby. Are you alright?" He asks rubbing his eyes. Bless him. "Yeah fine. I'm going for a walk with Four. Get some sleep ok?" I say walking over and sitting beside him. He pulls me to him and hugs me tight against his chest while mumbling something into my hair. "Pardon?"
"I said 'I'll try. Be careful.'"
OK! THE END! Of the chapter. This is Four pages in word (I usually only do two and a half/three) so this one is longer than the others. Ok question of the week…
'What is one thing that annoys you about the opposite gender?'
F.R.F.R! Be lucky!
See ya's all next week…
Lucky Number 9