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We escaped, into the night. I still don't understand just what it was that I did. Something just took over, told me what to do, and I followed. I've tried it again since, and it seems like I can control it, but never to the extent that I did then. A small burst of fire here, a gust of wind there. It's... exciting, knowing I have this much power. That I can keep us safe. I tried to show Luka, but when he watched me do it, the fire blew back, burned my finger pretty badly. He knows I can do it now, either way. Seems kind of jealous. I knew he would be. But maybe this is something all of us can do, and I can teach him.

Most of the escapees scattered. Probably for the best. It makes us harder to find again. It's pretty much just me and Luka now. Nadya too, for a while, but we lost her in one of the cities. She just... walked off one night, and never came back. I hope she's alright.

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Still not sure what direction we're heading in. Away is good enough for me. We make stops in the cities, and take what we can in the chaos. I let Luka be the face of most of the begging, of course. No way he could pass for a gypsy, which is a good thing. I still do my part, nicking from stores at night. We've been getting by, but who knows where we'll stop. I'm used to this kind of life, but I know Luka isn't. I hope he'll be alright.

The both of us have gotten pretty close. We huddle together at night in what corners we can find, and... well. I feel comfortable with him. Safe. I don't think you're supposed to think these things about other boys, what I've thought and felt about him before I fall asleep. But I can't stop. Maybe it doesn't really matter anymore. We're all each other have. I wonder if he feels the same way about me.

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Luka isn't doing well. He keeps telling me he's fine
keeps trying to get out there and do his part, but he's been shaking awful badly when he tries to stand up. It's hard to tell if he's any more pale than usual, but his skin is very warm. Can't keep anything down. More and more I see him staring off into nothing, like he sees something that isn't there.


I'm going to lose him. I think, on some level, he knows it, too. I caught him crying last night. I asked him, and he denied it. He held me tight. Told me... he told me he loved me. Said if I had to leave him behind to keep going, that I should do it.

I won't.

I tried to see if my powers could do anything to help him. But nothing. Can't go to a doctor. Too dangerous. We don't know who we can trust to not turn us in.

I feel helpless again.

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A man came up to us last night. Started getting really chatty, talking about what poor little things we were and how, if we wanted, he could save us. He would take us somewhere safe, he said. Wasn't sure what to make of him. He especially seemed to fawn over Luka. Probably because by then it was obvious he was dying. But still... I felt so defensive. I was ready to set the bastard on fire. I think, even through the sickness, Luka felt the same.

Luka shot him. Right then and there.

Things only got stranger. The man didn't even seem in pain. More annoyed than anything. He pulled the bullet out like it was nothing, and the wound sealed with hardly any spilled blood.

The last time I'd seen something so strange, it had allowed our escape. Maybe... this really was our way out.

I asked him what he just did, and he avoided the question. I asked again, with a small burst of fire to make my point. That seemed to scare him into an actual answer. He said he was something special, and if we let him, he could possibly cure Luka, and give the both of us somewhere safe to live.

He begged me not to flare at him again. And that, more than anything, put me at ease. Even if he was a threat, I could destroy him if he stepped out of line.

We're off with him now, to what he says is Switzerland. He has to stop during the day, he says, and sleeps in complete darkness. He hasn't been showing me what he's been doing to Luka, but my friend is no longer shaking as much. He's breathing normally again.

Maybe, whatever he is, he's telling the truth. And, finally, we have someone to trust.

Maybe we'll finally find somewhere to call home.