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Dear Diary,

86449 is the number that is forever etched onto my palm. The most random information will be unsheathed from the mind of nearly anyone when I go through it. Once I learned that there was this big thing a long time ago where someone put a bunch of people into camps where they died. Those people had numbers tattooed onto them too. It was called the holocaust. If you do not know what that means, it comes from a Greek word meaning sacrifice by fire. It seems appropriate for this time too.

This memory sticks out in my mind above many others. I wonder if it is what happened to my family. Did the people kill them? What about Jamie? Did they kill my brother? I am pretty sure they had, but I hope I never have to confirm this.

I have been on the west coast for most of my life now. It is a pitiful excuse for a life right now though. I am a creature with ‘minimal threat’ powers. Yeah, mind reading is not the strongest power, but I would not want anything too strong. Being only thirteen, a weaker power is perfectly fine with me. I would not want the power to move the earth or stop time. Cruising below the radar is fine by me.

Staying at the Den gives me a place to live when I need one. It had food, beds, clothes, and everything else a home would. I can take a shower there. While I’m staying there I spend time reading. There are so many books to read that I hardly know where to start. I have expanded the collection at the Den through several different robberies.

Reading all those stories about the heroes who always end up saving the day, having a happily ever after, makes me wish more than ever that it would end like that in real life. The heroes always do the right thing, or if they mess up, they are always forgiven. They never fail unless they ultimately win. I wish I just knew the outcome of my story.

I have spent some time in the Den. I met another girl there named Raven. She has big wings. She can even fly! Flying sounds like it would be fun. Aside from everyone being able to see a flying person, it seems like it would be nice to just fly away from somewhere.

Raven introduced me to this other guy. Moe with a dog named Paul. Wait, scratch that. Paul has a dog named Moe. "Paul's just plain agent turned nice guy that lives here too. He's actually here more than me. You might have met him." She told me. With all the time spent in the Den between us, it is amazing I have never bumped into either of them.

Paul apparently used to be an agent. I never really considered that an agent would turn sides. It makes me hopeful that maybe they are not all bad.

Raven, Paul and, even Moe, seem nice. I have met so few people in all my time here that I am glad for the company.

There are only so many books stockpiled and only so much reading one can do. Particularly without much formal education; this makes reading much more difficult. I like some of James Patterson’s old books. Maximum Ride was good, as were the rest of the books in the series. Reading all those books about people who have strange powers and what they need to do makes me feel a little better about what I have to go through. I’ve had practically no education. These books give me something to relate to.

Luckily, my mind reading has allowed me to pick up bits and pieces of school that others have gone through. I happen to be proficient at high school geometry and algebra. I am not nearly so well off with chemistry however. Some of these subjects are easier to learn than others.

I am curious to see what other creatures there are to meet. I brushed a couple of others a little while ago, about a day, but I did not talk to them. It staggers my mind to think how many Creatures there could be here. I never thought about how many of us there could be, but I’m number eighty-six thousand four hundred forty-nine, there must be eighty-six thousand four hundred forty-eight others at least.

I have wondered how many creatures are dead. How many people, kids even, like me have these people killed? I do not know how many, and I hope I do not need to hear. All of them had a family at one point or another, and it is probably that three of them were my family.


[[Including Dear Diary, I'm at an even 800 words >.<]]