Few People Ever Kill For

See?" She Says. "tricked You. You're Always Staring At Your Opponents Eyes-but That Gives You A Bad Peripheral View.if You Want To Track My Arms And Legs, You Have To Focus On My Chest." I Raise My Eyebrow At That. "say No More.

You Should Have Taken Me With You," I Whisper To Him. Then I Lean My Head Against His And Begin To Cry. In My Mind, I Make A Silent Promise To My Brother's Killer. I Will Hunt You Down. I Will Scour The Streets Of Los Angeles For You. Search Every Street In The Republic If I Have To. I Will Trick You And Deceive You, Lie, Cheat And Steal To Find You, Tempt You Out Of Your Hiding Place, And Chase You Until You Have Nowhere Else To Run. I Make You This Promise: Your Life Is Mine.

Day Just Smiles At Me, An Expression So Sad That It Breaks Through My Numbness, And I Begin To Cry. Those Bright Blue Eyes. Before Me Is The Boy Who Has Bandaged My Wounds On The Streets Of Lake, Who Has Guarded His Family With Every Bone In His Body, Who Has Stayed By My Side In Spite Of Everything, The Boy Of Light And Laughter And Life, Of Grief And Fury And Passion, The Boy Whose Fate Is Intertwined With Mine, Forever And Always. "i Love You," He Whispers. "can You Stay Awhile?

I've Always Been Interested In Exploring The Concept Of Child Prodigies. When I Was Younger, I Wrote A Story About Mozart As A Child And I Just Always Loved This Idea Of Young People Who Are Able To Take Control Of Their Lives And Bring A Whole Lot Of Change At Such A Young Age.

Tomorrow, I Will Take On All Of These Things. I Will Be Unstoppable.