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In his tipsy state, Freddy was shocked as he finally realized who she was. His mind raced and his heart skipped a beat. When she spoke to him, it was like her voice was the key to unlock his memory. It all came back to him. She had a name, it was…

"Marta?"

She used to be a singer in that silly band they had been in when they were kids, from 5th grade through high school. Both of them in college, both recently turned 22; they had almost forgotten each other in the turmoil of their everyday lives. Until now.

"Freddy! Freddy what are you doing here? Ohmygosh it's been so long, it's so nice to see you! How are you doing?"

Freddy chuckled inwardly. "I don't even know how I'm doing anymore…"

"Oh Freddy, what's wrong? Come on, you can tell me, we've been friends since kindergarten! I can tell when something's up…and something's definitely up with you."

He looked at Marta with his melting stare. "Do you really feel like listening to me bitch about my sad, pitiful existence?"

She playfully punched him on the shoulder. "Oh come on, how bad could it possibly be?"

"Worse than you think…" he sullenly muttered under his breath. "After Horace Green, I went to UCLA on a music scholarship, but they kicked me out after a semester because they said they 'didn't like my attitude. I had to leave the rock band I was in and everything. So I went back to New York to live with my dad, but when I told him why I was booted out of college he lost his temper on me and kicked me out. I haven't even talked to him since…" Freddy paused for a moment, letting what he'd said fully sink in. He had never told anyone any of this before, not the whole thing.

"It gets worse, doesn't it…" Marta asked.

"You bet it does. I came here to Chicago to live near my mom. But it doesn't really matter now that I got into college around here because I can't find a decent band…and the cherry on the sundae is I'm on the verge of being kicked out because I'm failing a few classes. Ever since that frickin car accident, who really frickin cares about grades, or being perfect?" With a bitter sigh he added, "And we all know I proved myself as the opposite of perfect long before college…why do I have to screw everything up…I can't concentrate and I don't care anymore. I just don't care. What's the point of life if I killed-"

"FREDDY," Marta cut him off. "It was an accident. It was not your fault she died. Accidents happen."

Freddy's hand drifted up to the scar on his face. The one on the side of his face resembling an arrow. How convenient…an arrow through the heart. "But not to her! What did she ever do to anyone? Huh? NOTHING! She didn't deserve it…and she didn't deserve me…" As his voice drifted away in the noise of the humdrum bar, his mind drifted back to that horrible day

~Flashback~

"Shot down in a blaze of glory

Take me now but know the truth

'Cause I'm going down

In a blaze of glory

Lord I never drew first

But I drew first blood

I'm the devil's son

Call me young gun"

The music was blaring from the bar as they left together.. It was her first ride; She had come to the bar in a car with her friends and met up with Freddy there. The sun was setting off to the distance, the weather was perfect for a motorcycle ride. 70 degrees as the sun was setting with a light midsummer breeze swishing around. He led her out of the bar, to his brand new Harley. It was his 17th birthday present. He had it custom decorated to be black with all chrome. Chrome flames dancing across the black paint made it look so bad, so wicked, so much fun. So rock and roll.

"Freddy, are you sure it's safe? I've never been on one before and I don't know what it's gonna be like…" she said, her voice full of anxiety.

He chuckled. "Don't worry about a thing. I go everywhere on this baby, it's absolutely the 2nd best feeling in the world being on my Harley. You feel so relaxed, so free. Everything about it, the adrenaline especially, it just awesome."

"2nd favorite place? Where's the first?" she asked as they got their helmets on.

They mounted the bike. "Drumming, of course," Freddy replied. His usual devilish grin plastered onto his face as they took off.

Everything was fine for about half an hour. Freddy was thinking to himself as they rode along, *Forget drumming. Feeling her arms around me, zooming around on a Harley has got to be the best feeling ever…*

She was having the time of her life, it was like nothing she'd expected.

But neither of them expected what was to come. They only planned to be out for about 20 more minutes when their lives were destroyed in a split second. A drunk driver in a speeding convertible was driving- if you could even call it that- down the wrong side of the road. It was all over in a matter of seconds.

Freddy saw the lights coming, and tried to swerve over, but it was too late. The impact sent the couple flying from the vehicle, their bodies smashing into the hillside.

He woke up in the hospital a few days later. He learned what happened, how the drunk driver had been killed on impact, how he himself had been thrown onto a hillside, only with a broken rib and leg and other minor injuries. But he learned that she was a different story completely. She was thrown headfirst into the rocky hill. Freddy remembered that as they lay next to each other on that hillside, he looked over, unable to move, and saw her mangled body. "Katie? Katie answer me. Get up. Come on, do anything. Please!!! Katie…come on don't leave me. You don't deserve this…come back…." as Freddy held her hand, stroked her face with his other hand, he was sobbing. He wished with all he was worht that she would come back. But she was gone.

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"Freddy?" Marta said, snapping him out of his flashback. "Why don't you come back to my place for the night or something, we can talk there."

Freddy just sat there, brooding in his own drama with a listless expression on his face.

"Come on, we're going."

He let Marta lead him out of the bar, into the night, where the cool air renewed his senses. He got into her car, tears streaming down his face. He could hear Marta talking, in the same voice that before seemed so Heavenly, but now he couldn't even bring himself to speak to her. Only one thing consumed his mind…Katie.

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