My life is screwed up. Everyone I ever knew has left me and I don't know why. I guess you could say I am special. In this world everything is mainly real. I grew up running away from people. I have three street names that people fear. Blaze, Sniper, and HotShot. No one on the streets know my real name. I actually don't know my real name so I go by Blake Jones. I run from the police, I run from cybetronians, hell I run from street racers such as Brian O'Conner and Dominic Toretto, and they never find me. I probably shouldn't run, but I have to, otherwise they will find out my SECRET