13, An Unlucky Number

My book 13, An Unlucky Number is quite a long novel about a case worker named Angela. Her life is scarred by the need for revenge of a man named Steelo and his accomplice Skull. Together they try to settle a century old score, striking at Angela in any way they can. Victims piling up, Angela tries to run but whether Steelo and Skull succeed or fail at their path of destruction, 13 will turn out to be Angela's unlucky number.

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3. The Break In

Angela woke with a start. On her lap Celene also jolted awake, her back straight and ears pointed as if startled. In the dark the beautiful cats eyes, similar in size and shape to saucers, glowed like bright yellow headlights. With a few minutes of gentle stroking Celene finally calmed down, her ears returning to their normal state. The peace, however, would not last long. A loud bang-like sound came from in the kitchen and the once relaxed cat started to spit and hiss towards the said room. Angela got up after grasping Celene into her arms and cautiously stepped closer to the kitchen. She could hear voices. Two of them.

By the way they sounded, both of the people in her kitchen were adult males, one however sounded smaller and less dangerous than the other. Peering through the slit of door still open she could see she was right. Two men who looked around the same age were standing in her kitchen, going through her drawers. Both of them wore long sleeved leather jackets and both had the same sort of hair colour and hair style, though the smaller, skinnier guy had slightly spikier hair. Angela watched the pair mumbling amongst themselves, trying desperately to make out what they were saying. 

After shuffling through the draws for around ten minutes the two men seemed to have found what they were looking for. Sure enough the two men decided to stop rummaging through the draws, but Angela wasn't at all sure they were entirely finished. The men were preparing to leave, but just before they did the bigger, more dangerous looking of the two seemed to stare straight at her. He had a vicious and terrible scar, like a huge zip, running diagonally across his face and as he looked through the gap in the door he grinned, revealing two rows of large, pointed teeth that reminded Angela of a shark's mouth. The man stepped closer, and as he did so Angela stepped back. She wasn't sure why, maybe it was her automatic reaction when a huge, scary guy was walking towards her.


As the man came closer Angela could see that the scar was not like a zip, it was a zip. The silver tab hung against his forehead, glittering as he moved. Angela then started to panic. Was she in danger? She certainly felt intimidated by this strange man. She also decided she would not like this guy to open the zip on his face; that would not be pleasant. As the man came closer and closer, Angela backed even further away. She knew he'd seen her by the way he grinned. The door in front of her started to open and the stranger took a step into the room. He continued his walk into the room until he was level with the sofa. By this time Angela was just at the door on the opposite side. The man then clasped the silver tab of his zip, drawing downwards ever so slowly. Angela had been correct. Not pleasant. Not pleasant at all.

That's when she ran. Not looking back, Angela didn't care where she was going, just anywhere to get away from the two strangers in her house. Though she only had a few seconds to spare it was enough to grab her satchel containing all her case profiles. She also still had Celene in her arms, which was a big comfort. But she could hear the pound of shoes on the side-walk as the two men pelted after her. They were, however, neither fast or good with aim. As the two strangers followed hot on Angela's trail, one of them, presumably the lighter, smaller of the two as he was in front of the other, launched to grab her but missed by a mile. She turned her head to see the pair were slowing down now but one of them still had a glinting, silver knife in his hand. This, Angela realized, must have been what they were rummaging through her kitchen drawers for. She could also guess the bigger man with the zip across his face could not see as well, red smothering his face. Frantic now, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might pop out of her mouth, Angela ran further from her home. And that's when he saw her..

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