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Chapter One—Section one
Things were not explained as they should have been. It was not a terrorist attack, it wasn’t the act of a cruel group, all will be explained……
The street kid lay silently in the shadowed area of a gutter, governed by a rather large tree. He was not innocent, nor mischievous. He had done bad things, but received an even bigger punishment. Karma overreacted, rendering him homeless, alone, with no trace of family at all. And it got worse…
People arrived, juvenile delinquents in a group of four. They began to ridicule the young street boy. Laughing with tears of joy, as the kid shed tears of pain. The child’s entire life was being mocked and he just hoped that these others wouldn’t approach or harm him. The ‘others’ showed off their rather dull vest, that represented their so-called ‘firm’. A group of young men and women, who feel they need to be the elders, be in charge, people who need that power. A police squad would be doomed to face over one-hundred members of a gang, who are hungry for control. They could not be stopped.
The group began to surround the homeless kid. They continued to laugh as one of them began to beat up on him, his elbow colliding with the child’s face, blood and saliva shot from his mouth, a tooth dropping to the ground like the shell of a bullet. The others joined in kicking, and beating the kid.
A tall one, perhaps the leader of the small group removed a gun from his dirty jeans, a small black snub-nose revolver, a beauty in itself. The young kid jumped at the site of the gun. ‘Oh, I ain’t gonna shoot you yet, kid’, he bellowed, switching the gun around, so the but of the gun was facing forward. He leapt aggressively on top of the young child and began beating his nose. Flesh and warm blood fell, as the poor boy’s face became deteriorated and he was in pain, screams filled the street as his face was beaten and beaten.
The child begged and begged. And it got even worse. Soon, the group was bored and realized there was almost no un-damaged flesh on the kid’s face. The decided to leave, after the supposed leader, took the gun, and shot at the child. Several bullets entered his torso, ripping open his chest, a final shot to the head, exited with a large amount of brain matter and blood, bathing the street.
The group then fled the scene with little sympathy as they continued to laugh, ‘That kid had it coming’, one of them laughed………
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