This chapter is unedited.It was raining in the night when Styles woke up upon sensing movements in the room. He got off the bed and stared around, only to see his new pet, Sansa purring in her crib.The cat was unstable, not satisfied in her position and this had Styles wondering what was happening. The cat didn't behave that way, it was a strange to see her like that."What is it, Sansa?" Scott bent to stroke her white fur and the cat licked his hand instead. And relief cascaded through him for a second, but then the usual purring started once more.Styles wanted to think it was the cat making such noise earlier, but the sounds he had heard weren't like the ones Sansa would make.Something was up, but Styles decided to ignore it. He had been living in Bradley's apartment for three weeks and nothing had happened.Styles fed the cat some milk and then went back to bed. He freed his mind off any negative thoughts and covered himself with the sheet covers.He was about closing his eyes

Scott woke up the next morning in a motel, the place Harriet had taken him to, which was on the outskirts of Marion County. She had managed to remove the bullet wound from his body the previous night and had left, promising to return the next morning to help in treating his bullet wound.It was a rather hectic night for the both of them, Harriet kept driving to different places because her intuition told her that they were being followed by men who Noah had sent after them. She kept driving whilst he was in the back seat of the car, clenching his teeth from the pain he felt at that moment.Scott was hiding in the motel because he was certain Noah Allen would have men look for him because he succeeded in escaping after Harriet Calhoun had shot him.She had rescued him, Scott, or else Noah would have killed him without a second thought. He felt grateful that he didn't trust him to the extent she went to meet him with a gun. It was that gun which was meant for shooting him having been he

"About how your dad gains pleasure in making my mom unsettled," The fake November let the corners of his mouth curve upward. He had come to see if he could use Chase because he knew Chase nursed feelings for November and yet he was too chicken to admit this.So he arrived because as an alien, he had never had much fun in his life until he took over the form of November and tried to make everyone believe he was November.And Chase just shook his head, "I don't understand what you mean," truly he didn't. He wasn't even expecting November to show up that day, "if you can elaborate for me to understand because I've never seen my dad around your mom He has way too much on his plate to go after her."Maybe you don't, but tell him to stay away from my mom or I'll break his legs," the fake November threatened. Of course this was fun. Appearing in November's form and threatening Chase Adams.And Chase looked at him, wondering why November who had saved him a few days ago, wanted to be his enem

Styles woke up and found himself at the hospital, covered in bandages.For a moment he wondered why he was there, because it was confusing to him. The last thing he could recall before passing out was his doppleganger beating the shit out of him. He didn't know how he had gotten to the hospital. It could be that someone had come to his rescue after he had passed out from the beatings on the floor.It was real and it had happened in the dead of the night, as if he had caught the eye of an alien who was his enemy.Styles who barely left Bradley's house because he was frighened he would get caught by Doctor Hemmingway and killed.He couldn't open his mouth to speak because he already had a breathing tube in his mouth. His entire body ached from the pain he was feeling.It was way too much for him to handle at that moment. Like he would die or something if he stayed awake for too long. Even his chest was burning him, something which was caused by the foot collision from his doppleganger on

Prosecutor Adams puffed out a heavy breath of exasperation because he was thrown into a position that he had been avoiding for a long time now. Noah Allen had paid him a visit and wanted him to back him up regarding the case that had to with Abulterin. Not just that, Noah has asked him to help him find Scott. He wanted to kill his own brother, kidnap and torture November's mother. Something which would eventually call the attention of November. Prosecutor Adams paced back and forth because he didn't settle well with this. It was just too much to do, even if he had bern clearing up Noah's mess fo five good years. Prosecutor Adams was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that the Mysterious N was November Calhoun. No wonder the boy had dissapeared from the town hall like that. To think he had been under his nose this entire time and he didn't know. Even Doctor Hemmingway and Commander Rodney Brown had no idea of this. He mused, unbeknownst that Doctor Hemmingway in fact, kne