Tell Me There Is Still Good In

Tell Me There Is Still Good In The World. Tell Me There Is Still Hope For All Of Us.

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.

I'd Once Been Fascinated By His Legend - All The Stories I'd Heard Before I Met Him. Now I Can Feel That Same Sense Of Fascination Returning. I Picture His Face, So Beautiful Even After Pain And Torture And Grief, His Blue Eyes Bright And Sincere. I'm Ashamed To Admit That I Enjoyed My Brief Time With Him In His Prison Cell. His Voice Can Make Me Forget About All The Details Running Through My Mind, Bringing With It Emotions Of Desire, Or Fear Instead, Sometimes Even Anger, But Always Triggering Something. Something That Wasn't There Before.

Brave Thoughts, But Am I Ready To Follow Through On Them?

He Pauses When He Finishes Undoing The Last Button, Then Closes His Eyes. I Can See The Pain Slashed Across His Face, And The Sight Tears At Me. The Republic's Most Wanted Criminal Is Just A Boy, Sitting Before Me, Suddenly Vulnerable, Laying All His Weaknesses Out For Me To See.