I Am Number Four (Lorien Legacies)
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Nine of us came here.
We look like you.
We talk like you.
We live among you—but
We are not you.
We have powers you dream of having.
We are the superheroes you worship in movies and comic books—
But we are real.
They caught Number One in Malaysia. Number Two in England. And Number Three in Kenya.
They killed them all.
I am Number Four. I am next.
shrugs. “I was happy to help.” “You saved my life, Mark.” He looks me in the eye. “I think every one of us saved somebody at some point last night. Hell, Six saved me on three separate occasions. And you saved my two dogs on Saturday. I say we’re even.” I somehow manage to smile. “Fair enough,” I say. “I’m just happy to find out you’re not the dick I thought you were.” He half grins. “Let’s just say that had I known you were an alien and could kick my ass at will, I might have been a little
anybody about this, you understand me?” I say, my voice so low that only Mark can hear me. “Everything that has happened tonight, it dies here. I swear, if I hear one word about it in school next week this is nothing compared to what will happen to you. Do you understand me? Not a single word.” “Do you really think I would say anything?” he asks. “You make sure you tell your friends the same. If they tell a single soul it will be you that I come for.” “We won’t say anything,” he says. I let
that’s where they got my address.” I scan the cover. There’s no website listed anywhere on it, and I didn’t expect there to be, considering that Henri has already searched the internet high and low. I read the headline of the top story: IS YOUR NEIGHBOR AN ALIEN? TEN FAILSAFE WAYS TO TELL! In the middle of the article there’s a picture of a man holding a bag of trash in one hand and the lid to the trash can in the other. He is standing at the end of the driveway and we’re to assume he’s
business suit and is holding a clipboard and folder; a BlackBerry is clipped to the waist of her skirt. She smiles. “Mr. Smith?” “Yes,” says Henri. “I’m Annie Hart, the agent from Paradise Realty. We spoke on the phone. I tried calling you earlier but your phone seemed to be turned off.” “Yes, of course. The battery unfortunately died on the way here.” “Ah, I just hate when that happens,” she says, and walks towards us and shakes Henri’s hand. She asks me my name and I tell her, though I am
have to find Sam.” And then we hear him. “John. You down there?” CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE EVERYTHING SLOWS. I SEE A SECOND PERSON at the top of the stairs. Sam yelps in surprise and I turn to him, silence filling my ears with the discordant hum that comes with slow motion. The man behind him gives him a hard shove that causes his feet to leave the ground, and, when he hits, it will be at the bottom of the stairs, where the concrete floor awaits. I watch him sail through the air, flailing his