• Chapter 1

    The only sounds that night were the rushing traffic, the sound of gun shots, the lonely figure crying on the ground. “It wasn’t my fault!” The figure began repeating. “The gun fired on it’s own. It wasn’t my fault. The gun fired on it’s own.”
    “No. You’re wrong. It was your fault. All your fault.” Many voices whispered around the figure.
    “No it wasn’t my fault. I wasn’t even holding the gun! Leave me alone!” The figure cried. “I didn’t do it!”
    “It was you! I saw you do it! We all saw you do it!” The voices continued.
    “No! Leave me alone!” The boy stood and ran trying to escape the voices following him. “Please, leave me alone! I didn’t do anything wrong.” The boy cried running through the streets. “Someone make them stop!”
    Suddenly sirens were heard off in the distance. The boy knew he was caught now. He stopped, looked around, and fell to his knees. “I don’t know if there really is someone up there, but please, help me.” He begged looking at the sky. “please, I know I’ve never asked for anything from anyone, but now I’m only asking for help.” The boy whispered into the darkness of the night. “Please!”
    A gun shot was fired and the boy fell to the ground. “Thank……you.” He whispered using his last breath, before falling to the ground. The light leaving his once beautiful eyes.
    The small child that had been following the boy in the shadows stepped out and smiled. “I guess those who do bad things get their just desserts.” The five year old smiled. “Rest in piece, you poor broken angel.”
    The child looked to the sky and smirked. “Are you happy now? I’ve taken care of him. Can I please come back?”
    The phone in his pocket began to ring. “Hello?” He whispered pressing a few buttons on the phone.
    “No you may not come back yet. You still have a mission to complete.”
    “How will I know when this kid will come? It could be years from now!” The child yelled into the phone. “You p***k! You’re going to make me stay here until I find him aren’t you?”
    The phone let off a dial tone.
    “p***k! I hope he…..grrrrrrrrr.” The child growled toward the sky. “Picky a*****e!”