Everything behind me is going up in flames. I did it—I lit the match. And I’m not ashamed, but I’m driving so fast the speedometer can’t keep up. Can’t let the embers catch me cause I’m not burning for nobody.
Ellistown* lost itself years ago. Still, I fought for what was right. Too much blood shed without accountability. Too many bodies without places to sleep. No justice, no peace. I thought I could make a difference. Thought good would overcome evil.
I was wrong.
Eventually, all evil must pay. I know I’ll have to right this wrong too.
Note: In the case of this story, Ellistown is a fictional city. If there is a real city with that name, this is coincidental and not related.
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