He dropped the knife staring into his blood soaked hands trying to realize what he had done. He had actually done it he never thought he could but he still felt sick this was the first time he had ever killed someone and the blood was all over him. He had to get out and escape before anyone  ever knew.  He was free as free as a bird no longer trapped by the chains that imprisoned him. But he still felt the pain and regret from killing his own father.

                                                                             3 days earlier 

Frank stood above the the rest a strong and dependable man with one  gun in each hand. He could shoot ten men in a matter of seconds no one wanted to be his enemy. ____\\

Frank’s hand shakes as his boss don hut shoved him over while gobbling a doughnut.

hut: still writing your fake stories huh Frank get the hell up you got actual work to do go and clean up the mess me and tony made in that room over their.

Frank got up and walked over to the park’s restroom stalls where three guys lay brains splattered like abstract art all over the white walls he was always the cleaning man always the pushover. He started to scrub and spray down the room. He had been abandoned at birth and left at An orphanage only to be taken in by hut and was made damn sure he would never be a father to him after he had been adopted at 6 years old. Back then he could hardly keep himself from puking from the stench the body’s made. But he always had to clean them up. Frank finished up the restroom and as soon as he walks out he gets hit in the head.

tony: ha got you again idiot you gotta pay more attention to your surroundings. After all you don’t want to end up like those guys.

tony pulls out a cigar and lights it up

frank: Im done here I think imma go home for the night.

tony: you do that 

Frank his head still throbbing heads home for the night.