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Hardcover
First published January 1, 2013


I'd stolen things from the government, messed with equipment, cut wires, when the gang was with me. We'd liked to pull pranks, and play the rebels, but I'd never done something like this on my own.
This is how I get away from my fear. I run.
Their number, their faces, where they were and how they moved, nobody knew, but we all had faith in them anyway.
I didn't want to go risking my life, I didn't want to die, and if I stayed anywhere near the Flames, I was sure to get burned.
I didn't belong here. But I looked around at the people around me, the people who made me less alone all these nights, and I couldn't leave.
We'll keep fighting

“You want to know the real reason I stayed with The Flames?” she asked. “Not because I hated Donovan. Not to save lives. The real reason I stayed was because I missed my gang. Losing them hurt so bad, and I was sick and lonely. I couldn’t stand to live on my own, again. That’s the real story of my heroic actions.” she laughed to herself, a pained expression on her face.
I stared down at my hands for a few seconds, carefully considering the chips in my nails. “That’s better than me, at least,” I mumbled. “I joined for the food.”
“Jeremy” she said. “You promised you weren’t going to be throwing yourself in front of any bullets, remember?”
“Well, it wasn’t a bullet, was it?” I pointed out.
“There was a bullet in your leg”, she argued.
“Well, that one came straight at me. There was no throwing involved.”
“You said you wouldn’t do anything insane.”
“You’re the problem.” I told her crossly.
“Huh?”
“You,” I repeated. “Until you came along I was positively useless. Not a drop of hero blood in my veins. And now, suddenly, I’m doing things that are crazy and reckless and insane and… hmmm…worthwhile. I think that’s the word I’m looking for.”