Louis ran from the two mobsters behind him. The streets were dark and the only light was the illuminating moon. "Come on you damn prick, give up already!!!" screamed one of the mobsters. Suddenly there was a gunshot. Louie's heart went cold and there was a sensational stabbing pain in his back. He dropped to the floor, as the burning pain swept him off his knees. "Got him!". Louis clutched his chest, and saw that he was surrounded in his own blood. The gangsters kicked Louis in the face. "Damn it, I got his blood on my new pants." murmured one of the mobsters. "I'm really sorry Louis...Salvatore is making us...I'll see you around". The mobsters both took out there guns and aimed it at Louis's head. "At least I lived a good life" thought Louis...he then had flashbacks of what had led to his death.