Four And X Novels & Stories

“Yeah, baby?” “Don’t disappear on me again.” A long exhale. “I won’t. I swear.” “Okay.” I close my eyes. “Then… goodnight.” “Goodnight, Aiden.” I don’t hang up right away. Neither does he. Eventually I whisper, “I love you.” I'm so quiet I’m not sure he hears. But he does. “I love you too,” he says back, his voice raw. “I always have.” I smile into the dark. And for the first time in four years, I sleep peacefully.

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I hate earth because earth has all the problems like people, and this punk is one of them. "Aww, that's mean Adharia! I was just messing around." He said and made an "X" with his fingers and pressed it in his lips. "X?" What's with X? "Yeah, X. X is a nosy alphabet who likes to meddle in maths just like our relatives." He joked. Oh my gosh, I am so done. My life is a scam. This is why I need a therapist. This is why society rejects you. Puke.

Lane has a lot to explain. "It's been ages since we met. What brings you to the Wastelands? You and I remembered when you said that when you would come back here, it would be for my help, and now you've come for my help, isn't that right?" He chuckled as he embraced Lane, who rested his head on Xander's shoulders. "Yes, you know me, Xander. It's been a while since we met, and now I've come for your help. There's something that—"

"If x plus y equals twelve and x minus y equals four, what is the value of x." I knew this. I knew this in eighth grade. Why did my brain feel like oatmeal. I wrote x equals eight. Checked the answer key. It was correct. One down. A million to go. --- My phone buzzed. Rick: "what are you doing" Me: "dying. you?" Rick: "playing games. want to come over" Me: "cannot. studying." Rick: "you never study." Me: "that is why I am failing."

I assured and he nodded. “ Okay guys, you have ten minutes to gear up” Major Mark said as he came in and I shot him an angry look. The four guards that came in with Austin got to work immediately, arming themselves with weapons and ammunitions they will need. They made it look as if they were preparing for war.

I woke up out of a nap hearing commotion outside of my room. I tugged at my handcuffs to help me sit up a bit more. I yawned as quietly as I could. Then I slowly started focusing on the commotion outside the room. I heard a woman's voice. It was commanding and harsh. She was talking to a group of men. She was talking about a test subject. Test subject 504F that happened to be my code or whatever you wanted to call it. I heard her discussing with the men that a decision has been made to terminate that test subject. The test subject's powers are beyond what they expected and her powers were surpassing the tools they had to control it. So the test subject had to be terminated before it was out

FOUR ALPHA THEO'S POV I watched them drag her away without saying a word. I turned to face Leo only to see that he was numb, he had his hands on his lap as he sat down in a corner, looking into space. I turned to look at Austin too, and he wasn't faring better. He looked like someone who had just gotten the worst revelation of his life, and he looked dumbfounded. I realized he wasn't in the mood to make any decisions either.

The walls are carved floor to ceiling with the same split-crescent symbol from the note, repeated hundreds of times, like a chant carved in stone, some fresh and sharp-edged, others worn soft and pale with age, as if generations of hands had traced the same symbol over centuries. In the center of the chamber, chained to an iron post, is Jax. "Jax!" I rush forward before anyone can stop me, and this time none of them try. His head lifts slowly at the sound of my voice, one eye swollen shut, blood dried dark along his jaw, but he's breathing. Alive. His shirt is torn at the collar, and there are raw red lines circling both wrists where the iron has bitten into skin. "April," he rasps. "You sho

I held the message out to Xavier without saying anything. He took it and read it. I watched his face move through the contents and stop at the last paragraph the same way I had. He was quiet for a moment. Then he looked at me. "Version four was the right call," he said. "It was always the right call,"