"Another one." Thirteen stared down at the evo, trying to hide her annoyance. These things gave her headaches like crazy. She rubbed her forehead and closed her eyes. When she opened them again one of the evo's tentacles was flying directly at her. Thirteen dived out of the way, landing on the piece of roof as it fell. Thirteen fell on her butt and fell, the roof falling out from under her feet. Her fingers scratched at the wall but it was useless. She began her downfall before someone caught her. "Don't worry. Rex's got you." Thirteen glanced at him. He was cute. She smiled. "I can handle myself," she replied, leaping out of his grabbed hold of a streetlamp on her way down and swung around it twice before letting go. She flew toward the evo, pulling off one of her fingerless black gloves. "Sorry pal, today's not your lucky day!" she said, touching the evo with her bare hand. A ripple started, dragging the evo's skin along the body until it left a woman laying on the street. She groaned, coming to. "Did you…did you save me?" she asked. Thirteen turned to go, tucking her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket. "I didn't do it for you," she said, walking away.
"It wasn't me!" Rex insisted. Holiday crossed her arms. "Well if it wasn't you, who could it be?" she asked. Rex sighed and sat. "It was a girl!" he said. "Circe?" Bobo asked. Rex, Holiday and Six just looked at him. "Hey, I'm throwing out names, not answers." "What did she look like?" Six asked. "Black. Everything about her was black. She had black pants and a black jacket. Her hair was black." "And that's all you remember? There was nothing distinct about her? Maybe a smell or a mark?" Six pressed. "Her neck. There was a red collar and the charm was some roman numeral. And when she touched the evo, she said today wasn't its lucky day." Six tensed. "What? Do you know something?" Holiday asked, noticing Six. "Yes. Her name is Thirteen."
"Darlings! I'm home!" Thirteen as she walked into her apartment and flipped the light on. The rats immediately scattered. "That's what I thought," she laughed, stretching before flopping onto the couch. The couch smelled like mold and a spring was poking into her side. The light flickered before going out. "Well isn't this a party?" she mumbled. A knock on the door made her groan and she rolled off the couch. "Who is it?' she called. "Your landlord!" Thirteen rolled her eyes. "I'm outta here tomorrow and that's when I'll pay you!" she called. Not.
The apartment was empty in the morning. Thirteen made sure of that. And she was far from it, her hair already dyed and her contacts already switched. The black clothes she'd left behind in the apartment like before. Clean and the only proof that someone had ever been there. She stared at the red heels she now wore as they met sidewalk. Personally she liked the gothic look. It suited her far better than the red dress she wore. The pantyhose itched and the glasses sucked. Most of all, the blonde hair made her miserable considering the fact that it still smelled like the cheap dye she had bought. The only thing that had remained constant with her was the army green backpack she carried and the collar that One had given her, ironically, on her thirteenth birthday. The charm was her own personal touch. Though she was lost in her thoughts, she snapped out enough when she realized she was being followed. A virtual list of options popped into her head. Option one: confront her stalker. Option two: run. That one was too weak so no. Option three: make a trap. She nearly jumped out of her skin when a hand caught her wrist. "You still take too long to plan a move." She turned, face to face with Six. Rex was behind him. "That's not her," Rex declared. "It is. See, Thirteen is a master of disguises."
