I Am Number Four Page #3

Find your place fast.

Catch the rest of this flick, OK?

Jesus, dude.

You are soaking wet.

John, get up.

Come on. We gotta go.

John.

- John.

- My hands. What...?

- Henri. My hands burn!

- John...

- Look at me and relax.

- What's happening to me?

They called them legacies back home.

You, the nine,

you're the only ones who have them.

- Legacies?

- That's right.

Your parents were members

of the Lorien Garde.

You've inherited their abilities. Gifts.

- Gifts?

- That's right.

My hands light up like road flares.

- And you call that a gift?

- Each legacy has its own function.

There's...

There's more coming?

As you breathe and focus,

you're gonna learn to control them.

- OK. OK.

- Just like you're doing, right now.

OK?

How do your hands feel?

- Better.

- Good.

So, what now?

Now?

We wait. You're gonna keep

growing stronger and faster.

I need you to be careful.

Right now, you have to focus

your mind. Get some control.

When you can do that,

you can get back to school.

I don't want to raise suspicion.

I still have business here.

In the meantime, your powers

will only draw attention.

You keep yourself in check,

you understand?

So I got all these powers,

but I'm not allowed to use them?

Exactly.

A little early for Thanksgiving.

Paper or plastic?

Whoa.

And you wind it here...

"Strangers in Paradise"?

I know. Arty, pretentious.

Uh... That's not actually

what I was gonna say.

I just needed a name for my website

and it was right there.

You know, they should've

called this town "Ironic."

Ironic, Ohio?

Has a ring to it.

What's up with you?

You look different, or something.

Sarah, come over!

I got a new bike!

OK, I will next week.

- Hold this for a second.

- All right.

Oh, they're so cute.

You know, uh... I mean it.

Uh... Your photographs...

My parents make me babysit

for film money,

and those are two of my victims.

You know, I'm, uh...

I'm actually trying to

pay you a compliment, but, uh...

...it's not going so well.

Oh.

Right. Um...

Thank you.

I don't know, I just, um,

see better through this thing.

It's like my own

personal BS detector.

Come on! Let's go!

Excuse me. Did you forget something?

You had two things to do, you know?

- Lock the door and turn off the lights!

- That's Sam's dad?

His stepdad.

Every night

it's the same thing with you!

This is it.

You live here?

Yeah, I grew up here.

- It's just a house.

- I know.

You hungry?

So, John, just moved

from Santa Fe a few weeks ago.

- The Smiths, right?

- Uh, yes, sir.

- And your father's a writer?

- Yes, he is.

Everybody really does know everything

in this town.

Oh, gossip spreads like Ebola.

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