Scrap Metal [I Am Number Four]

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Falice's body felt a change that morning. She felt it when she first woke up. She felt it when Michael told her that she would be going to school. She felt it when she saw Sam. She felt it when she met John Smith. It was as if her subconscious was preparing her for something big.

     Whatever it was, Falice knew that it had something to do with her attending public school for the first time in fifteen years. She knew it definitely had something to do with Michael saying "the time is finally nearing." If it was time to find the others then that meant that the Mogs were near. The problem with that is that Falice is number ten. The Mogadorians shouldn't be anywhere near her.

       Falice was deep in thought when Sam fell right next to her. She looked up to see Mark and his posse laughing at him.

        "Heads up! UFO brother! Oh, mommy's coming."

       Falice watched John Smith quickly descend the hill and help Sam with his things. This guy should consider putting everything in his bag or his locker. At least dick heads like Mark wouldn't knock his things to the floor anymore. Falice turned to glare at them. If she wasn't in terrible danger she would've used her favorite legacy to send them running.

      "Hey assholes," she shouted. "How about you come over here and choke on a huge bag of dicks? A little tbag action! You'd like that, huh? Get a life!"

     The people around her erupted into laughter. Sam stood up next to her and laughed. "Geez, Falice. That was vulgar."

      Falice shrugged nonchalantly. "I've said worse. Had worse said to me."

    Sam scoffed and looked down to his shoes.

      "Yo new dude! A little help?"

John picked up the football and threw it to them forcefully. So forcefully, in fact, that it sent on of the boys flying into the ground. Falice's eyes went wide. A surprised laugh escaped her throat. Sam let his mouth hang open for a moment before quickly snapping it shut.

     "That's quite the arm you've got there," Falice said in disbelief.

          "Yeah," He whispered. "Who knew?"

Falice looked around and spotted a pretty blonde girl staring at John with a soft smile. She scoffed. I'm way hotter than her, she thought to herself. She looked back at John her was staring at his own hands in wonder. It was as if he didn't even know what he was capable of. There was something off about him, and Falice had a gut feeling about what it was.

      Falice sat at the dinner table with Michael. She lightly chewed on her lower lip in frustration. Michael was currently devouring his meatloaf and mashed potatoes, completely ignoring his peas and carrots. He was a man child really, but he was good at doing his job. Protecting.

     Falice rolled her eyes at him. "Eat your vegetables, Michael."

         Michael scoffed at her. "I'm a grown man. I'll eat what I want to eat."

  "But don't you want to grow up and be a big strong man?" Falice asked mockingly.

Michael ignored her and took a sip of his 'coffee.' He grumbled to himself about being the man of the house and not taking shit from a teenage girl. He looked up at her and saw the concentrated look on her face.  "How was your first day of school? You made any friends?"

       Falice laughed lightly. "Sam gets bullied, everyone around here are small town dick's, and there was another new kid today. I wasn't completely the center of attention." She pouted a bit at the last part.

      "And I bet that was just so hard for you," Michael replied sarcastically. "Who was the other new kid?"

      Falice's eyebrows furrowed a bit at the thought of the new boy. "He was very strange, actually. His name is John Smith, and he had very obviously dyed blonde hair. He's like an all around American boy, but he was trying to act like a loner. The kid even wore his hoodie up most of the day. Such a fucking poser," she scoffed.

    Michael perked up a bit as he listened intently to what she was saying. "Anything else weird about him?"

     Falice shrugged. "He's, like, insanely strong I guess. He threw a football to some douchebag today and the poor guy ended up flat on the floor. It was super funny."

       Falice's eyes suddenly widened in realization. "You said things were changing. That is was to go find the other's."

       Michael nodded at her. "Maybe the decided to come find us."

An excited look came across Falice's face. "You think John could be one of us? What should I do?"

    Michael shrugged and downed the rest of his drink. "Befriend him, maybe? Keep him close. Find out more about him until we can know for sure. If he really is from Lorien then his guardian will be around here, and I'll recognize him right away. My guess is he might be number four."

       Falice nodded her head thoughtfully. "That makes sense. Number three just died. All of a sudden a new kid, who is super weird by the way, walks into town with a new hair don't and a lame ass generic Disney name? Not to mention his strength. He was running. He has to be Four."

     Michael groaned. "Don't  get too ahead of yourself. He could very well turn out to be a normal boy."

       "Normal my beautiful ass," Falice exclaimed with a roll of her eyes. "Dude is one of us, I'm calling it. And if I'm right I get to pick one of you weapons to keep." She suddenly got up and called for her pet. "Boujee," She yelled out. Boujee was an all white Pit Bull. She followed Falice home one day and has been part of the family ever since. The dog came running down the stairs and plopped down right in front of her bowl where Falice was pouring her food into. She was spoiled rotten.

       Michael rolled his eyes at her before getting serious. "If he really is Four then that means the Mogs will be here next. You're staying home tomorrow. It's been a while since we've trained, and you're out of practice. I want you to be ready for a fight. We've got to prepare to leave at any moment, and I've got to prepare you in case you ever have leave without me." 

      Falice gave him a grim look before nodding. Michael is a father to her, but she knew that if it ever came down to it he would easily sacrifice himself for her own life. It's just how things were done. "I'll see you in the morning, then." She turned and went upstairs to her room with Boujee following behind her.

      As she laid on her bed she clenched her fist watching her arm quickly transform into a shiny metal. Boujee laid her head on her stomach and whined. "Something big is going to happen, Bou," Falice whispered to the dog. "I know you feel it too."

              "It's happening, and it's happening soon."

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Hey. Sorry for the delayed update. From now on I'm going to try to update once a week.