Unlucky 13

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own I am Number Four only my OC

AN: I thank all of those who reviewed. Your comments are much appreciated. I will try to get these out as fast as possible, but with school and TAKS going on I may be a little slow from time to time. O and I forgot to mention Cat has a back pack with her in the prologue my bad.

I gazed at the town. It was a simple small town, the kind of place I could never live in. I preferred the cities. All the noise, the sense of danger when you go out at night, the sound of club music blaring, the lights, I loved it all. I was on my way to Las Vegas and this town just so happened to be on the way there. I still had a long ways to walk, hitchhike, and con my way to. It would all be worth it when I get there. I sighed thinking of that place. I wonder which would be more fun there or New York? Well I'll find out when I get there.

I was in the downtown area. Old shops and stores lined the street side by side with hardly a gap if any at all between them. The place was barren save for a few cars and people cleaning in the shops, some getting ready for the lunch time rush. A man was sweeping in front of one of the shops across the street. I walk over not bothering to look both ways. The place was barren who was going to hit me a retired old lady?

"Excuse me," I say in an innocent voice, "where is the library around here?"

The old man stops sweeping. He's old, old like he was going to keel over any second now. His movements were jerky, and his body was boney and frail looking. His face held every kind of wrinkles there were and some I didn't even think existed. His head was mostly bald and what little hair he had was thin and completely white. His skin was like paste and his pale eyes hid behind rimless glasses almost as old as he was.

He looks at me his glasses falling to the tip of his nose as he looks down, "Shouldn't you be in school young lady?"

I whip out a quick lie, well half lie, "Not till tomorrow. My dad and I just moved here."

The man nodded retuning to his sweeping his glasses almost falling off his nose, "The library is just over there, look to the right, and follow the signs. You can't miss it."

"Thank you," I smile.

The man waves at me, "Take care now, and do well in school."

"I will," I smile heading off in the direction of the library. I look at my watch, 10:30, I had plenty of time.

The library wasn't difficult to find just as the old man had said. It was a medium sized library not the largest and not the smallest I've seen, just average. Thankfully it had wifi. I quickly take a seat in a reading area where no one else was, not even the librarian. I set my backpack on the ground and pulled out a white laptop. I turned it on and waited patiently. A box came up; Enter chat room? I clicked yes and entered the password. A box came up with a message already there from ParisWonderer my best friend.

ParisWonderer: Bout time you logged on.

BlackCat: Sorry, it took a while to get to this town.

ParisWonderer: Where are you any way?

BlackCat: Ug in some small town called Paradise, Ohio.

ParisWonderer: Well you can't get a city all the time.

BlackCat: True very true. So how is Paris?

ParisWonderer: Same old, same old. Mogs still haven't found me.

BlackCat: Well that's boring.

ParisWonderer: Well not all of us like to play Mog and Mouse. Speaking of Mog and Mouse how is your little game going?

BlackCat: Boring, I think my play mate has forgotten about me. Maybe I should go look for him.

ParisWonderer: NO! It's bad enough that you haven't killed him. Don't go looking for them!

BlackCat: You're such a kill joy.

ParisWonderer: Yes I am a kill joy for worrying about your safety.

BlackCat: That you are. As I am in a new town I'll need a cover would you be so kind as to help me out with that?

ParisWonderer: Of course, it's done and done.

A file pops up on the screen.

BlackCat: You amaze me on how you do that.

ParisWonderer: I aim to please.

Paris Wonderer: and Cat

BlackCat: Yeah?

ParisWonderer: Be careful and don't make any unnecessary risks, promise me.

BlackCat: I grantee nothing. I'm a con I take risks almost everyday.

ParisWonderer: Please, Thirteen. Something is not right I can feel it.

BlackCat: You're just paranoid. I'll be fine and I promise I'll be as careful as I can, but still no grantees and be careful yourself.

ParisWonderer: Alright just keep your head up and eyes peeled. Talk to you tomorrow then?

BlackCat: Yeah I'll talk to you then.

I smiled as I logged out. Eight was always the paranoid one, but he was my best and only permanent friend. I met him while I was in Paris, France one day. I conned his human friends out of twenty bucks each in a pool game. I remember when Eight pat my shoulder warning me that his friends were the best pool players there were, an electric shock ran through my body. It was then we knew we were both Loriens. After his friends went home nearly broke he walked me to were I was staying for my time in Paris. We talked the entire way. We talked about our lives, I told him about all the different places I had been, and he told me about Paris. He told me about his legacies. They were teleportation and I forget what it was called but he could get machines to do just about anything he wanted. That night was the start of our friendship. For the first time when I left it made me feel sad, but he set up a private chat room so we could still keep in touch. Though it was sometimes hard because of the time zones; currently he was seven hours a head of me.

A cough caught my attention. I looked up seeing a very stiff looking bird lady. Her facial feature held a hawkish look to them and her nose was long and beak like. Her cloths were prim, proper and business like; her hair was all up in a sort of beehive fashion. Didn't that go out of style years ago? All and all she looked terribly unpleasant but who was I to judge? She stared down at me with hawk eyes.

"Shouldn't you be in school missy?" she snapped her voice high and cruel. Yep she was just as unpleasant as I thought she would be. I told her the same half lie that I told the old man, but she just sniffed lifting her nose in the air and walked away her eyes glared at me the entire time I was at the library. After today I never wanted to go here again. I quickly printed off the cover Eight had sent me. I darted out of that place looking for the house on the address.

The house was simple small two story on the outskirts of the town. I removed the For Sale sign and threw it in a ditch somewhere were no one would find it or stumble on to it accidentally. I used the key that was hidden under the flower pot and entered my new home for the next few weeks to a month. The place was mostly empty and a little dusty but I'll manage. I doubt many people would disturb me here which was good. The bed of the second story bedroom creaked underneath my weight. I took out my cover.

My name would be Catherine Brown. I stuck my tongue out at the name; it was so plain. I was from New York. That was good. I moved with my father here because he was a writer and loved to travel. Alright not bad. I would be going to the high school in Paradise, Ohio, junior year, age seventeen. My birthday November 13. Not bad, not bad, I think I can live with this. I wasn't looking forward to going to school but I needed to blend in so it was necessary.

I sighed dumping out the contents of my backpack making sure everything was there. I grabbed my blade, it gleamed with blue light. I tossed it up in the air and caught it like an expert before placing next to the other blade under my shirt. I had the box my Cepan gave to me before his unfortunate demise at the hand of a Mog. I still haven't opened the box, I don't know why, but I haven't and I don't plan on opening it anytime soon. I placed a spare set of cloths on the bed. I took out my trusty set of playing cards and placed them in an inside pocket on my jacket. I took my wallet which held a quarter of my cash and put it into my pocket. The rest of my cash, almost two hundred dollars, I hid in various places in the house as well as my backpack. Now all I had to do was wait till tomorrow stage one of my con getting to know the town was now in progress. I wonder what tomorrow will bring.

Alright chapter 1 now complete

In chapter 2 she will meet John, Sarah, and Sam. Yay!

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