He hid in his room. He was terrified at what everyone was doing in the streets. He kept looking outside his window and a man in a black coat was looking right up at him. He motioned a gun towards him and fired his finger. The blinds slammed down. The kid was nervous he didn't know what to do. He paced in circles around and around. A banging at his door made him scream.

OPEN UP JOHN. WE JUST WANT TO TALK WITH YOU OK?

John, that was his name. He was getting scared. They were coming for him. He never even met these men and they were going to kill him. He looked at his bed underneath his pillow was his gun. He picked it up and aimed straight for the door.

JOHN OPEN THE DOOR OR WE WILL TAKE IT DOWN! JOHN...NOW.

The men started trying to open the door. Johns fear was raged. He didn't know what they were going to do to him. He heard stories of how these people had operated. John took the gun pointed it at the door and fired multiple rounds. Screams came from the other side of the wall. A loud thumping noise was heard outside the door. John went outside and looked at the body lying on the floor.

OH NO...NO...OH PLEASE NO...

The boy saw the face of his father. John didn't know that the whole time the man that was banging on the other side of the wall was his father. John lost his dads life that day. He also lost his. SINGER and the men then stormed in pretending to be police and began firing at John. John was covered with holes that were filling up and pouring out with blood. His last words rang out into the mobsters ears.

WHY ME?

The weight of the bullets that filled the chest of John that day were no match for the guilt he had when he realized he had shot his father. If only he would have paid more attention. They threw the fathers body next to Johns and closed the door laving the crime scene.

Yuri saw the teenage boy get gunned down, and pulled out his .38, he started shooting at SINGER as he was walking down the street.

 He was just a boy!!!

His cylinder runs out, he throws the gun at SINGER and sprints towards him.