Three months later

Just because I had to leave the Cahills doesn't mean I had to leave them behind. I thought as I entered grace's bank Henri and I were going to leave Switzerland tomorrow. We were going to leave today, but I asked Henri if we could stay for a little bit. Meaning a day more I needed to do something.

I walked in the bank. I was dressed in a black cashmere sweater and jeans.

I walked up to an antique desk that sat on a jewel-toned carpet. A man in a gray suit sat at the desk behind a computer. A security guard stood to the side.

"Can I help you, ma'am?" He asked as he gazed her with a look that says 'she's young what is she doing here?'

"I'm here to access a numbered account." I said calmly.

The man pushed a keypad across the table. "Please enter the number ma'am."

I entered the number grace told me to a week before she died onto the keypad. The man looked at the screen. It took a moment as the man registered some serious money.

"Of course, ma'am. Welcome." He clicked a few keys. "For your protection, ma'am, May I see your passports?" I handed the one I forged earlier of Amy Cahill, and the Man scanned them into the computer."You may enter." Behind him steel doors slid open.

Behind the door stood a woman she spoke with a slight German accent. "Miss Cahill, welcome. I am Frau Boder, private banker for Grace Cahill. We here at the bank were saddened to hear of her death."

"Thank you I am Amy."

"I can conduct your business, but first, I'm so sorry to request this, but we do require retinal scans. Security is of course our first concern here."

"Of course."

The woman led me to a flat panel. I put my eye up to the screen. I heard a faint whirr, and I stepped away.

"Now you are in our records," Not for long. "We can proceed."

Another door, this one of satiny wood, slid open. I was in a richly Carpeted hallway with a dark walnut paneling. At the end was a bank of elevators. Frau Boder swiped her card at the elevator panel. The doors opened. She stood aside and let me in, then followed, swiping the card again. The elevator rose to the twentieth floor.

The doors opened. This corridor was gray, like completely gray. Frau Boder led me down the hallway to an ornate door with steel pieces twisted in an elaborate pattern that did not disguise the fact that they were security bars.

So a couple security stops later she led me to a room that looks like an enormous safe. She punched in a number on a screen, and a wall of numbered boxes slid silently aside. Another wall of boxes slid forward. She motioned for me to come and gave me a key we unlocked it at the same time. A box slid open. The woman took it to a small table in the middle of the room.

"You may take as long as you like." Frau Boder said "When you are done press this button and I'll come in and usher you out."

"Thank you." She nodded and walked out of the room. I stared at the box for a little while. I sighted and walked over to it. I opened it to find a ring with deigns all over it I had a strange feeling like I saw it before. Under it was letter.

Amy/4,

I only trust you with this. I know of your past and only hope for the best in your future.

You see beautiful things in even the worse type of people. You are brave and powerful.

Remember when you were little? You were always around the creek by my mansion and you would always come home with a new animal friend.

Hope and Arthur loved you and I love you.

Amy….. This now comes down to you and the other numbers. Keep the ring close.

G

"I love you to Grace."

I looked at the ring again and slipped it on my finger. At first it was two big and then it shrank. To fir perfectly around my finger.

I pushed the button and the lady rush in and led me out of the bank.

"Please come back." She said as she waved.

I walked out the door to be attacked by the cold air of Switzerland. I ran to Henri and My hotel room for the past week we were here. Henri said we were here because he thought number 5's protector sent him a message, so we went to check it out. Although when we got there they were gone, but they were here I can feel it, but we had to get rid of the evidence of them being there. Did you know a house caught on fire killing the two people who lived there? A single mom and her daughter.

Two years later

I was the beach with my friends. Or new friends. I was wearing a cool swim suit, and preparing to go water skiing with the guys. This was going to be fun.

I did flips and fast turns, cutting the others off when they said something inappropriate, or mean. They would yell, and call me a show off. Which, I guess I am; but I could care less. It was fun, and I was doing it.

At night there was this big party. And let's just say I couldn't miss it. There was this big fire, and I was half tempted to run home, and grab my smore making stuff. I smiled at the thought.

It was that night that it happened. The thing that was going to change my life forever. The thing that was going to tell them who, and were, I was.

I had gotten a text from Brain. This very hot guy at my school. He had asked me to go meet him in the water. I had agreed.

I swam out to Brain. We talked a lot. "It's a beautiful night out tonight," he said. "You can clearly see the stars." We looked up. It was true. A cloudless night.

"What's that one?" I asked, as I pointed to the little dipper. He laughed at my lack of knowledge; even if I did know what it was. He told me, and we talked more. Then I felt a pain in my leg.

I looked down, and saw my leg start to flash. A new scar was forming. But why did I hurt? Then, I felt my body go under. I struggled to move, but it was like there was this invisible person pulling me under. That's when I saw a figure form in front of me.

It was a Mogg. But it didn't feel like it was looking at me, or that it was happening right then. It felt like it was happening somewhere else. Somewhere far away. I needed air. I was drowning. I felt myself be relisted from the nonexistent restraints, and swam up to the surface.

The water was bubbling, and Brain was quick to get away, screaming, and yelling; calling me a freak. But this wasn't my fault, I thought. I swam away from the gathering crowd, and onto the shore, and gripped my leg in pain. But as much as it hurt, I had to get away. I had to get away from the people watching me. Little did I know that I was being videotaped.

I got up, and ran as fast as I could. Find Henri. Tell him #3 is dead.