Authors note: A lot of this is based off of the book, so if you haven't read it, it probably won't make sense to you. Shame on you though if you haven't read the book. However, there are a couple of things I'm using from the movie. Firstly the black marks on four's chest and six's neck, and secondly the idea of the rock telling them where to go. If I use anything else from the movie I'll be sure to tell you.

I'm late. There was absolutely no way to get around it. School starts in fifteen minutes, I missed the bus, no one is home to drive me, and it takes twenty minutes to walk. Maybe fifteen if a normal person sprinted.

Key word, normal. Normal was defiantly not me.

I got dressed quickly and picked up my backpack and went out to my backyard. Luckily there's a shortcut there. Luckily no one else looked back there.

So I break out into a sprint, a full on hardcore, the-world-is-gonna-end-if-I-don't sprint.

I'm at school in about three minutes. That's because I'm most defiantly NOT normal. Not next to normal, not close to normal, not anywhere near normal. In fact I'm probably the least normal person in the entire world. Maybe the universe.

First of all, I'm fourteen and I'm in tenth grade. I should be in 8th, but I skipped two grades. Secondly, I have strange markings on my body. I have these black triangle patterns that start on my back and run all the way up to my neck. They've started appearing when I was about eight. In addition, I have three scorch marks on my right ankle. They develop by themselves and when they do they burn like nothing I've felt before. Lastly, I'm insanely fast and strong. It sounds crazy, but it's true.

Everything in my life is a lie or a secret. But it's only because I know how this world works. I know that if I show my true colors I'll be put under a microscope or into some circus freak show act.

I'm secret for my own safety.

And I'm all alone.

Dear Four,

I hoped this day would never come. Because I know if you are reading this, I am dead. I want you to know that no matter what happens to you or the others are Lorien from now on, I am proud of you. So proud.

I know it isn't fair for you to have had to grow up like this. I know it wasn't easy to lie and keep secrets and move constantly, but you got through it. Better then I would have.

Now, you may open your box by yourself. Inside you will find a piece of a rock. Every time that it is put with another piece, it will lead you to another number. It will go from nine all the way down.

Hopefully by now Six will have found you. We planned to meet here years ago, back on the ship here. We decided when we knew you were next that you would need back-up, so we decided to meet here when it happened.

Now I want to talk to you about Sarah. You know I think she's a wonderful girl and all, but I'm telling you, she wont be the one. You will wind up loving a Lorien girl more then any one. Couples from Lorien share special bonds that words can't describe. I hope you find that love like I did, and I hope it wont hurt Sarah when you meet her.

Time is of the essence, and although there are a million more things I'd like to say to you but you need to focus. Assemble the rest of you together. You will be strongest in numbers.

You have one helpful of a fight ahead of you. Be smart. Be brave. Be strong. Now, it's do or die. Helpful, it's worse then that. It's do or the entire universe dies except the Mog's. I know that there will be many surprises to come and I wish I could be there to help you, but I know you can handle yourself.

I love you like a son, don't you ever forget that. Now go avenge Lorien and its people.

Love,

Henry.

I reread the letter for the billionth time. It still brought tears to my eyes. Henry was really dead.

"John, you gotta stop reading that letter." Sam says. We're in the back seat of our new truck, Six is in the front seat, and Bernie Kosar was sleeping in the passenger's seat.

We weren't in Sam's dad's truck any more; we had switched it earlier at a car dealership, just in case anyone was following us or looking for Sam. We couldn't let them know what car we were driving. We needed more space anyway.

I saw a pang of sadness in Sam's face when we sold it. He missed his father. I didn't blame him. At least there's a chance that he's still alive. Even if it was a small one, it was still hope. He didn't watch him die.

"Sam, are you sure you want to do this with us?" I ask.

"Even if he doesn't there's no way were turning around."

"She's right. I'm staying right here."

I sighed. We had been driving for two days now, and we had driven through the night yesterday. You could see why we were all a little agitated with each other.

"It won't be long now." Six says.

"I know, I can feel it."

"So what are we doing in the way of housing?" Sam asks.

"We'll find something when we get there." I say.

"Well what's our story? Three kids don't just move into a house together."

"Then I'll be the twenty-three year old big sister who is taking you two away from our abusive parents so you can have a normal high school life."

"Well where is our money coming from?"

"Our wealthy grandma just died and left us all the family money. We're pretty much set for life."

"Why are they rich?" Sam pressed on.

"They were investors in Microsoft and bought shares."

"And what if people come looking for me and John? What if we get classified as runaways?"

"Your from Paradise, Ohio! It would be more of a crime not to run away!" Mental note: Don't ask Six many questions at once.

"Enough! Sam, just leave the lying thing to us. Oh, and Six maybe our parents should have died and left us money. Quicker story. And if we say there abusive we'll look like runaways.

"Well-" Sam started.

"Your right. Story straight?"

"Well what did they die of?"

"SAM!" Six and I yell at the same time. He takes the hint and shuts up.

"Tragic car crash." I whisper.

Six sighs audibly and rolls her eyes. We are silent for the next couple hours. Over played songs by Lady Gaga and Miley Cyrus hummed softly on the radio.

"We're really close. I'd say the next exit." Six says.

"Yeah, defiantly." I tell her. I have to pay close attention to my instincts now, we have to find the place.

After a series of "Left", "Yes that way" and "Yeah, I feel that too", there was a finally a…

"This is it. This is the place!" Six said excitedly. We passed a sign that said "Goodhue, Colorado".

"What kind of name is Goodhue?" Sam says.

"A small town name." I tell him. Small towns didn't bother me at all seeing I had only lived in them before. "Is it time to pick identities?"

"Yeah, I guess." Six replies. I take out the packet of identities Henry had given me.

"I'll be tenth-grader Bennet Reid. I wanna use the younger ones while I still can."

"I like the way Henry thinks in the terms of last names. I have one with the last name Reid, too. Summer Reid, age twenty-four."

"And me?" Sam asks.

"We'll make you one," I tell him.

"Well no one is going to believe I'm your brother. Maybe I'm adopted?"

"Nah, to weird." I say.

"Your parents are our aunt and uncle left you to stay with our family when you were little and never came back." Six suggests.

"Good. We can't use the dead card twice." I tell her.

"Well now we just gotta find a home and we're set to find number nine." Six says.

It was no Paradise, but it would surely do.