I was overwhelmed by my speed. I was racing to her. I was racing to get home. To see Jane. To be safe from them. But that will never be true. She's dead. They killed her. Tortured her for my location. How stupid of them to realize, that if they got information out of her, and let her free, they could never kill me. With her alive, I'm emuntful. No one can kill me. But now she's dead. They killed her, and fed her too there evil demon creatures. I have to avenge her to my best abilities, and truth is I will never be safe. They know where I am, they know who I am, and no matter what, I will be running. Running from them.

I run to the empty house I've seen for centuries. I'm stuck in this house for little then five minutes before I know I'm dead. I have to keep running. I have to find a safe spot. I need to find the others. I need to find them so we can all stay alive, and fight to keep this race going. Fight for my James. James. I need to find him. To say my last good bye's. To feel his hand intertwined with mine. To feel him kiss. Yes, I know I'm only 13, but then again, no ordinary human has powers like mine. I got my legacy's at a young age, and I know how to use them. I got them less than a year ago, and I've mastered each one. I can read minds from almost miles away, and I can hear through walls perfectly, and best of all I can control time. My telekinesis is not the best, but I'm still working on it.

I'm out the back door, and off to James's home. I'm running, and running to just know he's alright, and to know he's alive. As I inch towards the door I can feel his presence only there a difference in his mind. It seems like it's in pain. It seems like there's nothing he can do but sit and… die. I slam the door open, and rush next to him. He's laying on the ground, and a close to puddle sized pile of blood, streaming down from him leg.

"James! What happened" I said with tears streaming down my eyes.

"There here Emma, they came to kill you"

"I won't let them. Never"

"Run now. Run away, leave me I'll be fine, just go!"

"I'm not leaving without you"

Suddenly there was a loud crack at the door. I grabbed James, lifted him up over my shoulders, and raced out of the back door. No one was out there, most likely thinking James was dead, and that they were about to kill me there, and suddenly, there were flames, and explosions. We were about ten yards away when the house hit complete explosion, and flames went in every direction. Soon we were in the woods, running through trees, and every whatnot.

I took us five minutes to reach where I was going. I found out where a number was. Number two. They had come to Malaysia, and now I need their help. I run into the house, and see a boy about 14 sitting at a table with a man that looked 30, close to 40. They both stood up as I walked in.

"I need your help. I know your number two, and that's your guardian. My friend has been hurt by the mogidorians. He needs help now."

"How did you know?" asked the boy, presuming he's number two

"Because, I'm Number One"