Date = 14 November
Place = San Francisco (Monarch Street, Alameda)
POV - Damion
“Let’s go to Deimos’s house. We need to organize a plan,” Uncle John says over the radio as the SUV doors slam shut.
Plan. Right.
I rip the tactical pod from my right ear and swap it for my own — no voices, no calm instructions, no one telling me to breathe. I don’t want guidance. I want speed.
The engine roars to life beneath me, vibrating straight through my bones, and I take off down the street — full throttle — way over the legal limit.
Not fast enough.
I’m an angel with a shotgun
Fighting til’ the wars won
I don’t care if heaven won’t take me back
I’ll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe
Don’t you know you’re everything I have?
And I, wanna live, not just survive, tonight
Anger r
