The Dangerous Days of Daniel X

The Dangerous Days of Daniel X by James Patterson, Michael Ledwidge

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sister’s face was drained of its color.
    “What do you mean? I feel perfectly fine. When did this happen?”
    “When I was three a killer came to our house. His name is The Prayer. Mom must have been pregnant with you. When she died, you died.”
    Pork Chop turned to my mom and dad. Tears beaded in her eyes. “He’s lying,” she said. “I don’t want to be dead. I don’t want you both to be dead.”
    I looked across the room, where my mother and father were hugging Pork Chop. Both of them were crying too.
    And then they were gone.
    Chapter 62
    I WAS SLUMPED over in my cell, feeling awful about what I’d said to Pork Chop, when I sensed wraithlike movement on the other side of my cell door. Then Seth entered with a contingent of formal-looking, uniformed alien guards. Now I felt even worse. If I was murdered, I’d never be able to tell Pork Chop how sorry I was.
    I was herded into a large, high-ceilinged chamber crowded with a couple dozen horse-heads in black smocks, working at computer consoles.
    Was this the execution chamber?
    My mind reeled, coming up with a couple dozen horrendous ways in which I would now be put to death. I gritted my teeth and erased all the bad images. I wasn’t going to give Seth the satisfaction of seeing me afraid.
    “Get it over with, Seth,” I said. “Do your worst. I can take it.”
    “You think so? Put his home up on the big screen,” Seth commanded.
    I turned as a soccer field–sized wall seemed to vaporize and a star-sprawled view of space appeared.
    Oh,
I thought. This wasn’t the execution chamber. It was the bridge of the spaceship. Whoops, I’d jumped to the wrong conclusion. I liked this one a whole lot better.
    The view on the screen seemed to pan to the left. I gasped! Filling the screen was Earth in all its massive, beautiful glory.
    “Why have we come back?” I asked. “And why is Terra Firma greenish at the edges? What have you done now, Seth?”
    “Come back? Did you hear this fool?” Seth called out to the other aliens. “Of course, we just went for a seventeen-light-year spin around the block. That’s not Earth, idiot. I said
you
were home. Welcome to Alpar Nok, your home world, jackass.”
    Alpar Nok?
I thought, staring at the green-tinged planet.
My home?
    The screen tilted suddenly, and the shining green planet on it got larger and larger as we approached in a hurry.
    My poker face crumbled as we blasted through clouds and an ocean appeared. An ocean, calm and limitless and filled with the purest, bluest water I’d ever seen.
    I felt it then, a kind of warming of my soul. I could hardly breathe. I couldn’t take my eyes away from this miracle.
    I was home.
    Chapter 63
    I WAS STILL DUMBFOUNDED as Seth and his security contingent of armed mutant killers escorted me through the bowels of the ship and toward the landing elevator.
    A million questions and feelings rushed through me at once.
What would my people look like? Would anyone know me? Did they all have powers like mine? Did I have actual family still living here?
    “You may wonder why I brought you home,” Seth prattled on with his fancy English accent. “I’m such a show-off. Love to rub it in. I wanted your race to see that their defeat was complete across the universe. All hail the returning conquered
loser!
That’s
you,
by the way.”
    Unfortunately Seth was right. My hands were shackled behind me, then I was shoved roughly into the elevator car.
    We plummeted, and almost instantly slammed to a sudden stop. The forward ramp automatically dropped down, kicking up dust. I squinted through it as I was pushed out and . . .
    Felt panic. Huge
Perfect Storm
waves of horror and dread and shock.
    No!
I thought.
This can’t be my home.
    For mile upon mile, as far as my eye could see, corkscrewed metal girders and wrecked vehicles poked out from mountainous piles of scorched rubble. The few buildings that were still standing were warped, shattered, windowless. The prevailing sound was the

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