PROLOGUE
"Is there any way we could help her? There has to be," Thomas complained as he paced the room."What? You think the cure falls out the sky? Only WICKED have a cure and even that isn't permanent," Vince shot
"Does anyone, anyone else know or have the cure?" Thomas bargained as he glanced down at Brenda
"No, and even if they did WICKED would have them,"
"How long has the Flare been around?"
"Too long,"
"And none has found the cure?"
"No, Thomas this isn't just your common cold this is a disease that rips away and controls the brain,"
"Do you mind?" Brenda said slowly from the sofa.
"Well..." Jorge trailed after his eternal quietness:
"Well?" Thomas repeated with big eyes.
"I know one person who might be able to help but..." he said quickly "She tricky, I'm not promising she can do anything,"
"Well I'll take those chances,"
"No, you don't get it. She isn't like you, she will take a lot of convincing to get you that cure,"
"But she can do it?"
"Yes, but that doesn't mean she will," the group went quiet as they glanced around each other then all set their eyes on Brenda. The chances were low, they knew that but they were worth taking...
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• Font: Optima
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Liquid Smooth
MITSKIWe Belong Together
RITCHIE VALENSI Wanna Be Adored
THE STONE ROSESEverybody Wants To Rule The World
TEARS FOR FEARSWicked Game
CHRIS ISAAKGoodbye Yellow Brick Road
ELTON JOHNBad Things
CULTSAs The World Caves In
MATT MALTESEBorderline
TAME IMPALAThe Great Gig In The Sky
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