ItsAWonderfulWorld

The burning hot concrete seared the soles of their shoes as they raced down the street. Sweat trickled down Neku's chin, and he wished he had worn something besides the stuffed up Mus Rattus sweater that had been on sale. It was Day 7. The final day. Soon, the Reaper's Game would be over. He was going to get his life back. He and - "Neku, watch out!" he felt something crash into him. He spun onto the hard ground, grazing his elbow. Crap! He saw stars. No, not stars. Static. He shook his head out of a daze and rose to his feet. A pack of Garage Wolves prowled about at the foot of a parked truck. It was likely one of them that had knocked hi