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Chapter One

Erin ran down the street, eyes searching for an escape. She was rarely in this part of the slums. She mostly stuck to the West Side. But today, following a rival gang member, she had gotten lost.

Now the rival gang had wised up to her presence. They had guns, knives, and strength. They also knew their way around. A bullet whistled past Erin's ear. She gasped for breath. Her lungs were starting to burn and it was getting hard to breathe. She ran down a side alley and ducked into a doorway.

Erin attempted to calm her breathing as she heard their footsteps thunder past. As soon as they passed she began to run again. She knew it was only a matter for time before they figured her out and found her again. They would stop at nothing, she knew.

Erin had killed Erek, one of their smartest gang members. Erek dealt in drugs. He had started selling pot and heroin to members of Erin's gang, X. The drugs dulled the member's senses and had even resulted in the deaths of some of the members. Erek’s gang, Black Fear, had corrupted X.

Erin had been sent by X to find out where Erek got the drugs. But he had seen her and had tried to kill her. Erin was faster and killed him first. Now Black Fear was after her. Erin knew she would die. Just like Erek.

An hour later after reaching the west side of the New York City slums, Erin walked up to her home, a housing project. Black Fear didn't know where she lived. "Perhaps" Erin thought "If I just lay low for a while they won't find me". But Erin knew it was useless.

She fixed herself dinner and ate by herself. She wondered briefly where her mother was. "She's probably just getting drunk with her new fling" Erin concluded. It was not unusual for Erin's mother to be gone a few days at a time.

Erin's mother had never paid much attention to her. In fact she had tried to abort Erin. But Erin had lived much to her mother's disappointment. Lydia Logan had never wanted to be bothered with children. Therefore Erin had pretty much raised herself alone on the streets of NYC.

When she was 12 she joined X. X was Erin's family. They looked out for her and she looked out for them. X was not Erin's only family however. Erin had lived with a foster family in Pennsylvania when she 8, 9, and 10 years old. They had loved Erin and Erin them, but when she turned 11 Erin was returned to her mother. Now Erin was 14 and about to die.