Hey guys! This is my first time publishing a story. This isn't really my work, but my friend, who is a fantastic writer, doesn't have an account, so I'm posting it on mine. I might publish some stuff of my own, so it'll kind of be a joint account. Feel free to leave comments; we both love feedback. I edited this, so please feel free to tell me about any grammar mistakes or spelling errors I overlooked so I can change them.

I knew they were coming. Some might say differently, but they couldn't read my mind so they didn't know what I knew. They say I posted that out of stupidity or fear. Well, let them say what they want. They were coming to get me, and once they did they were going to have something else to talk about: Number Two of the nine Loric, dead. I wasn't going to let that happen though.

I darted to my book case, knowing my time was like drops of water. Each time I tried to catch one, it would slip from my grasp, leaving me. I needed to find the book. It was my only way to find her. Finally, I found it. It was a book with no words, nothing, nada. There has never been a more empty book. I checked my ID and allowed myself to smile. They thought my Cepan was dead; the Mogs even say they killed her. That was sort of true. She definitely wasn't here, that's for sure. I pushed the setting I was in away, letting my mind wander to a different place, at a different time, in a different universe. My Cepan would be there, we'd have the farm I always wanted, but it wouldn't be perfect, just good enough. The pages started filling, swirling flashes of colors along with splatters of letters put together. Somewhere in the distance I could hear someone yelling at me, but I was only part way there. I would soon be leaving Earth. Leaving this hide and seek game, this game of cat and mouse. I was going farther and farther away, but then I felt the pain.

My whole being froze. My thoughts stopped. My blood seemed to stop. It was like someone wanted to make this moment last forever just as it was. Only one thing moved, and, oh the agony it brought! It was taking over; I needed just one more moment. Then I would be too far from here for things to affect me. One more forceful thought. That was all I needed. Everything was draining from me, making me less than nothing. I was dying. The Mogs got me. It was too late. It was over. I was ready for it to be over. I was ready to just stop. I would have died right then and there, but one voice pierced through it all and reminded me of someone: my Cepan. I was not just going to leave her. That was when I left Earth. Or at least the planet that I knew it as. I was going to a planet that would be alien to me.

A great vast farmland looked at me. It was just beginning to blossom. It looked so beautiful. Peace seemed to radiate from it, and it felt too much like a dream. All I knew was running and hiding. I always had to be brave and change who I was so often, as if even a whisper of my old self could bring them to me. It was here though. A new place, a new home, a new life, and for once I was excited for it. I would actually get to start over. I fingered my ID. This was who I was going to become. No more "regular" life seen by everyone else and secret alien fighter in the stolen moments of when I didn't have to wear a mask of who I was. I could teleport all I wanted. I could practice my telekinesis. If anyone saw me, I could just alter their memories now. There wouldn't be any Mogs to stir up any suspicion and follow me. I was free of them. I never would have thought that I, Number Two, could ever escape that life. I was known as Scarlet Benoit.