Up into the sky he looked. The shimmering blade tearing through his flesh as he was lost in hopeless thought. Was it suppose to be this way? There was so much I wanted to do! Those thoughts ran through his head as darkness began to take hold. His faceless killer grasped the young man’s throat with his ancient hands and began to tighten his grip. The young man tried to muster the strength to fend off his attacker, but for every drop of effort he put into his resistance, the killer drove the blade deeper into his chest. It was your time and you knew it. No one escapes from us. No one. The man cried out to God asking for his aid. Prayers in his native tongue lashed out into the night sky, but his God did not come. He slid onto his back tired. The energy leaving his dying body and at his finally moments he saw a light shine upon him…

“Time of Death… 2:37AM. Cause: severe loss of blood due to gunshot wounds.” His family cries rang through the hospital… His killer standing beside his bed.