I am Number Twelve

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'When?' I ask nonchalantly, screaming inside. 'Tomorrow morning.' She says, strutting out of my bedroom, her half burnt hair following, falling out in tufts. I smile. We're finally leaving. 

We're finally leaving! Yes, now, finally, she's thinking strait. I can't believe it. It's that time, we get to start moving around again, running about, frantically moving house as if our lives depend on it. Well, mine does. Lola, on the other hand, well, I wouldn't actually give a crap if she died.

I stand up and jump on my bed, smiling ear to ear. Until I stop. The chest. Now I need to find it.

I get off the bed and walk to my desk, I grab a piece of paper and a pen and sit down at the withered desk chair. I start to write what I know and what has to be done.

The Chest.

- In the heart.......???

- With the flame......??????

-Don't let Lola get it. Escape her icy clutches (not literally icy)

- Search again. TONIGHT.

It's almost as if Jack knew I would develop Pyrokinesis as a Legacy. I still need to train with it though. I'm just about as novice as you get. I need to train tonight. Even though I've been training everyday for the past 5 years of my life, I'm still at a great disadvantage. I may be strong, and I may know how to fight, but I don't have a Cepan, and I don't have my chest. I need to find it more than ever now. And I'm not screwing around.

As soon as I'm sure Lola is in bed, I turn off the bedroom light, and creep out into the hallway. I tip-toe down the hall and turn right into the kitchen. I open the front door and jog down the steps, just as I did this afternoon, just as I have done for the past 5 years. I jump over the fence and start running in the opposite direction to where I ran earlier. I start at a slow run, then I casually pick up the pace. I look up at the sky as I'm running, and I see it's a clear night, the moon is full and its easy to see.

I climb and climb in speed until I'm full out sprinting, and that's about 70-75 miles per hour. At least three times as fast as what an average human could run, about the speed of a cheetah, and I haven't had dinner tonight.

I sprint for about half an hour, a super unnatural feat for a human, something completely normal for an Aquillian Garde, or at least I think. I've never met any of them. I then slow it down to a jog, and then I pull down a side road, and cut across a paddock. Finally, I come to a familiar hill. I run up the increasingly steep slope until I get to the top.

Once at the top, I walk until I get to a large bush, the shape of a T. I reach my hand in and feel around. Wood. It's a wooden box I hid here when I was 12. Jack and I used to train here during the day, so we used it to store tools. Once Jack was dead and I started training at night, I put a bright torch in there. I reach in, and grab the torch. I don't think I'll need it after I get my flame going.

I turn on the torch and shine it towards the middle of the peak. I keep walking, and I get to a ledge. I walk down it. This hill used to be a volcano, so there is a massive crater in the middle. As I walk along the dew covered grass, I take in the events of the past four years, the past day.

There would be no need to change our names. We've stayed more than under the radar. I haven't talked to anyone but Lola and Jack in the past years. I realize how unpardonably lonely I am. I hope we move somewhere with a school, being home-schooled sucks. At least five hours of being taught by Lola a day is like torture. 

It's never crossed my mind. But it just did. Over all these years spent in the country-side, I could've killed Lola as easily as I can exhale. I could torture her, instead of the positions being flipped.