The boy lay bleeding in the rain. He was sixteen years old. He wore a bright purple silk jacket. Across the back were the words, THE ROYALS. He was stabbed 10 minutes ago.
He had heard a voice saying, “That's for you royal!" He heard footsteps hurry away in the rain. Then he had fallen to the sidewalk. Holding his stomach, he had tried to stop the blood.
He tried to yell for help, but he hadno voice. It was raining harder. There wasan open hole in his body and his life ran red.
“What was that?” the girl said. “Golook, Freddie.”Freddie stepped into the alley. Hewalked over to where Andy lay on theground. He stood over him, watching him.“You all right?” he asked.
“He‟s a Royal,” he said.“What should we do, Freddie?”“I don‟t know. He‟s a Royal. We help him, and the Guardians will be after us
She looked at the cop and very quietly, she said, “His name is Andy.”The cop put the jacket over his arm.He took out his black pad. He opened it to a blank page.“A Royal,” he said.Then he began writing