I M Number Four Novels & Stories

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We were now one step closer to our goal. We fell in line behind other people as we moved slowly to the front. It was a check point of sorts; they scanned your card and it would change colour according to your strengths and allocate you to the division you fell under. “Cards.” The man behind the table held out his hand and I handed him mine and Abby’s at the same time. “Rank?” “None.” My expression didn’t change as he looked up for the first time. “Lair?” “None,” I answered him.

“But take it from me, your good buddy. Money makes the world go round. What good is your academic prowess? If I hadn’t gotten married, then you wouldn’t even be allowed in this hotel! “Those girls you looked down on back then? You can’t even lick their boots now. This is where I’m better than you because I’m marrying a good wife, and I can walk sideways in Cirrus. “But hey, don’t get discouraged. When you see my wife later, I’ll get you a job as a security guard at Jefferson Corp.” I stared at him coldly. The higher he preened, the harder he’d crash. Just then, my phone rang. The funeral wreaths had arrived.

Single message from an outside number I didn't recognize. I opened it. Four words. “We need to talk.” The sender ID resolved after a three second delay. Elder Maren.

"Hmm." "Thank you," I said, my voice thick with everything I couldn’t quite say. "For dragging me up here. For the bag. For fucking the panic out of me, even if it was only for a little while. For just… being here with me when everything feels like it’s falling apart." He squeezed my hand once, firm and reassuring. "Number forty-eight," he said simply, voice low. I looked at him, something soft flickering through the chaos inside me. "Number forty-eight."

I almost smile. Almost. Because all I can think about now is Quincy wheeling past those gates, sunlight hitting his skin, freedom finally touching him… …and me hoping like hell he keeps that letter safe. Especially the number at the bottom. 143. His inmate code. And if his smart ass is able to encode that properly. I think it would spell out what I've never gotten the chance to tell him. One, for “I.” Four, for “Love.” Three, for “You.”

The car lurched to a stop. Before I could react, rough hands yanked the blindfold off with an abruptness that made me flinch. "Careful," I muttered, my voice unsteady despite my effort to sound indifferent. As my vision adjusted, I looked up and met the hollow, empty eyes of Number Four’s skull mask. “I’m already crippled—are you trying to make me blind too? That’d make me even less appealing to my wife.” Number Four let out a low chuckle, his amusement laced with something dark.

And the same clan who ruined my life. Cuatro is perched on a crate, legs swinging, eating dried mango, not even pretending to work. I let him because while he’s useless at things like this, he’s good at his field of expertise when I need it. Otherwise, I wouldn’t keep him around. Or any of them, if they don’t have any use to me. Siete quietly runs simulations. Tres is off in his corner with fingers speeding over his tablet as he maps encryption patterns. Only one person is missing.

I walked down the aisle avoiding eye contact with anyone, did I just see people with their tongues inside each other's mouth, in the middle of a walkway? I arrived in front of room 74, there was a large metal in front and I raised it using it to knock. I heard a sound and then a girl opened it, she eyed me. “Who the f**k are you?” She asked, her eyes were ice grey and piercing. “Your new roommate?” I asked and she stared at me again. Are you being serious?” She asked and I nodded before she groaned. “Phoebe, number three is here” she groaned and opened the door wide so I could come in.

“Sir. It’s late.” “I know what time it is.” I could hear the smile in his voice, the same one he had worn in the car when I told him not to let his ego get bigger than his head. “The door is locked,” he said. “The code is four-seven-one-nine. Don’t write it down.” I repeated it once in my head and felt foolish for how carefully I held it, as if the numbers were something private he had put in my hand. “Four-seven-one-nine.”