The fourth book of the #1 New York Times bestselling I Am Number Four series! John Smith—Number Four—thought that things would change once he and Nine reunited with the others. After facing off with the Mogadorian ruler and almost being killed, the Garde realize they are. The Fall of Five is the heartstopping fourth installment in the Lorien Legacies series by The Fall of Five - Lorien Legacies Book 4 ebook by Pittacus Lore. The fourth book of the #1 New York Times bestselling I Am Number Four series! John Smith—Number Four—thought that things would change once he and Nine .
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Creators Narrator: Neil Kaplan Narrator: Marisol Ramirez Narrator: And then we met up with you and Nine, right before you led us into battle against the most evil Mogadorian in existence. They can handle themselves. Sarah swore that she saw him in New Mexico, but we never came across him at Dulce. So many decisions to make, not to mention the training we should be doing.
I wonder what Henri would think of that. As if on cue, Sarah wraps her arms around my waist from behind, nuzzling her face into the back of my neck. I turn around and give her a slow, sweet kiss. Sarah puts her face close to mine, whispering. How could it not be? Maybe he wants to share some fashion tips. Probably both.
Her legs are tucked underneath her on a plush white couch, a cup of coffee cradled in her hands.
Six looks up when I enter, her eyes half opened and drowsy. She looks as tired as I feel. I lower my voice. Before I can reply, Eight appears on the couch next to Six. She jumps, nearly spilling her coffee and immediately fixes Eight with a steely glare. Eight puts his hands up defensively. Eight is dressed in workout clothes, his curly hair shoved underneath a fuzzy sweatband.
He nods to me, then aims his most disarming smile at Six. Before giving chase, Six looks back at me. I glance up at the ceiling. This should come in handy when we make our assault on the place. Before we left for New Mexico, he was in Jamaica. His moving around is standard Loric on-the-run protocol. Finding him, even with the tablet to point us in the right direction, might not be easy. The more of us the better, right?
We should finish it off now. After the beating we took at Dulce? How close we all came. Six went off on her own too, Eight got wrecked, and everyone else was getting shot up. But you kept it together, man. You kept us together. Everyone knows it. The point is, I need you to tell me what to punch. From the look of it, he probably got right to work on these drawings as soon as we returned from New Mexico. Someone that could tell us what to do next.
This is his version of a pep talk and, embarrassing as it is, I sort of need to hear it. Somehow she looks smaller than usual, and I wonder if stress is causing her to revert back to a younger age. It comes all the way down to her knees. I guess this is a good opportunity to get to know her better, although I wish it was under better circumstances.
I try to sound confident. She stands up, kicking some loose gravel across the roof. Tentatively, I put my hand on her shoulder. I dunno what it is exactly, a broken piece of a sword maybe. When I touch it, it starts glowing in my hand. My big plan was to just chuck stuff at him until he stopped hitting Nine. I thought it was something you got from your Chest.
I pick up a handful of the loose stones from the roof and hold them out to her. I let the stones drop back to the roof. We can worry about that later. Finish telling me about the dreams. But, after a moment, she starts again.
Just like at the base. Smiles at me with those horrible teeth. Like, caresses it with the back of his hand. His touch is ice cold. And then he talks to me.
I only know how painful they can be. And when he tries to hold your hand, you punch him right in his ugly face. She charged up that projectile and, somehow, it hurt him, or at least distracted him enough that we Now I just need to convince her to try doing it again, and hopefully figure out exactly what this new Legacy can do. If it worked once, maybe it will work again. I remember when Henri used the warming stone on me to help me first gain control of my Lumen.
I wonder if something like that would help Ella. I flinch automatically, hunching down, my hands growing hot as my Lumen switches on. Even considering all that, my heart is still pounding and I feel ready for a fight. Instead, I find Sarah squeezing off the last round from a small handgun.
The bullet tears through the shoulder of a paper Mogadorian hanging at the far end of the room. Six uses her telekinesis to pull the paper Mog closer.
One, however, tore through right between his eyes. Sarah pokes her finger through that hole. Sarah unloads her spent cartridge and jams home a fresh one. I know I should come clean about that to Sarah. I clear my throat, trying to sound casual. Sarah smiles big and waves with the hand not holding the gun. Not that Sarah needs my permission to do anything. The whole situation has me feeling She clicks the safety on and holsters it. Sarah and I stand in silence for a moment, the lights of the Lecture Hall buzzing overhead.
I just never took you for the armed and dangerous type. And then, I mean, John, you pretty much brought me back to life. The Mogadorians or the government could be monitoring your house for phone calls. They could be tracking us. I want to stay here with you guys and fight. I want to practice shooting so I can be more than that.
I need you here with me. That whole saying about behind every great man there is a great woman? I can be that for you. I just want to be a great woman with excellent aim. She wraps her arms around my waist and we hug. Coming up with a battle plan to take down the Mogadorians? No problem. Eight teleports into the room with a puff of displaced air. With that cryptic message, Eight teleports away.
Nine is already there, his arms crossed as he watches the bank of television screens on the wall. Nine pauses the broadcast when we enter, freezing a still image of the gray-haired anchor. Except this popped up tonight. The prevailing theory is high-school prank, but others have suggested. It might look like a juvenile prank to the newscaster, but we recognize it immediately. Burned into those crops with jagged precision is the Loric symbol for Five.
Just a guess. Because if we noticed it, then the Mogadorians definitely did too. Nine has paused the newscast on the overhead shot of the Loric symbol while we figure out what to do next. I have the macrocosm from my Chest open, the holographic Loric solar system floating peacefully in the space over the table.
The newscast blips out of existence, replaced by a map of Earth.
Nine looks over at me. We watch as the blue dot crosses right through Nashville, never slowing down or changing directions. We need to get to Five before the Mogs do. I linger in the workshop after the others have gone. Any idea what that could mean? Too quickly. I pause, thinking back to when Henri was killed. Losing him was like having the world ripped out from under me. I was older than Ella when it happened, too. I sit down next to Marina, sighing. He gave it to me when he was dying. We were on the road for days before I could bring myself to read it.
She needs to grieve. But until then, we need to gather all the information we can and find anything that might work to our advantage. This is probably what she was expecting to hear from me this morning when she gently asked if I had a plan for us. You guys are close.
Maybe you could nudge her along?
Eight appears in the doorway of the workshop, holding two cups of tea. I notice a blush creeping up her cheeks. I, uh, only made the two cups. The others are already gathered in the workshop. Six sits in front of the computers, Marina next to her. Ella is sitting Indian style on his back, wrapped up in a blanket.
I arch an eyebrow at her. He hunches his shoulders, jostling Ella. She almost falls off his back, but laughs—a rare laugh—and hangs on. She slaps his back in annoyance. Then started up again. It now hovers around the eastern border of Arkansas.
Marina narrows her eyes at Nine. He or she is probably alone and scared. I stay focused on Six and the computer screen. She opens up a window and drags it over to where we can all see it on the big screen.
Anonymous writes: Five seeking 5. Are you out there? Need to meet. Will be with the monsters in Arkansas. Find me. He sets her down and cracks his knuckles. Hopefully, that gives us a head start on the Mogs. We need to be fast and we need to be sneaky.
Six and I will go to Arkansas. With her invisibility, we should be able to sneak Five out without tipping off the Mogadorians.
Ella gives me a small smile from her spot next to Marina. Sarah says nothing, looking away. I shake my head in disbelief. That stone. She can use it to copy her powers. Whatever dangers you have to face, I want to be by your side.
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