on the side walk bleeding
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- That's for you Royal!
- What do you want to do, Freddie? Can we just leave him?
- I don't want get mixed up in this. He's a Royal. We help him and the Guardians will be down our necks
- Please, please help me
- The boy lay on the sidewalk bleeding in the rain. He was sixteen years old, and he wore a bright purple jacket, and the lettering across the back of the jacket read THE ROYALS. The boy's name was Andy and the name was delicately scripted in black on the front of the jacket, just over the heart. ANDY... (Hunter, 1)
- Hey, I'm alive! Hey, look at me! I'm alive! Don't you know I'm alive? Don't you know I exist?
- He had been stabbed ten minutes ago. The knife entered just below his rib cage and had been drawn across his body violently, tearing a wide gap in his flesh. He lay on the sidewalk with the March rain drilling his jacket and drilling his body and washing away the blood that poured from his open wound. He had known excruciating pain when the knife had torn across his body and the sudden comparative relief when the blade was pulled away. (Hunter, 1)
- Rain is sweet, I'm Andy
- Why, they're afraid of the Guardians, Andy thought in amazement. By why should they be? I wasn't afraid of the Guardians. I never turkeyed out of a rumble with the Guardians. I got heart. But I'm bleeding. (Hunter,5)
- A Royal, huh?
- If he died, he was Andy. He was not a Royal. He was simply Andy, and he was dead. And he wondered if the Guardians who had ambushed him and knifed him had ever once realized he was Andy? Had they known that he was Andy or had they simply known he was Royal wearing a purple silk jacket? (Hunter,6)
- He lay struggling with the shiny wet jacket. His arms were heavy. Pain ripped fire across his body whenever he moved. But he squirmed and fought and twisted until one arm was free and then the other. He rolled away from the jacket and lay quite still, breathing heavily, listening to the sound of his breathing and the sounds of the rain (Hunter, 7)
- He did not answer her. She backed away from him, tears springing into her eyes, and then she ran from the alley. She did not stop running until she found a cop. And now, standing with the cop, she looked down at him (Hunter, 7)
- His name is Andy
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