• The boy sat on the roof of the broken-down old church playing a familiar old tune on his old guitar, smiling when Mia slowly came forward and touched his cheek. She smiled back as she moved the stray strand of hair that fell over his eyes.
    He liked playing this tune, especially to her, an old friend who always stuck by him no matter what happened. He never had any romantic feelings towards her and neither did she towards him, she was actually a few years younger than him and stuck by him since she had no where else to go. Her parents had been killed by some street punk who decided that it would be easier to rob them with bullets pumped all over them. She stayed in a foster home for a few months but ran away after suffering under the lecherous hands if the caretaker, she stayed in the streets ever since…
    It was a cold winter when she found him; he was lying on the snow exhausted and with a high fever. She felt sorry for him and took him into her temporary tent taking the old guitar he was carrying with him. She took care of this boy who seemed to be just fourteen but his rough hands said that he had lived two lifetimes of hardships and labour. She took care of him for two days, doing what ever was in her power to make him well again; after all living in the streets makes you lonely…
    When the boy was well enough to walk, he told her that he had to leave and asked her if there was any way he could repay her and she made a simple request that he was hesitant to comply to but soon he agreed…
    Two years had passed, and he was glad that he made a friend like her. She helped him overcome his weakness and, unknowingly removed the great burden of guilt he had in his heart. He smiled as he continued playing the old song. He heard the unsettling rumble of a heavy truck coming in towards their small street. There was a truck and a military jeep coming towards their street with logos of the Empire State painted on them. The vehicles slowed down and a man with an imposing mustache came out and ordered that all the people on the street be rounded up and taken into the truck, every one knew that the truck went to the new “shelters” built by the Empire where carbon monoxide would be released while the slept. The Empire claimed that the shelters helped reclaim the lives of the poverty stricken innocents, bringing down the states poverty level by half, Neo-Nazi Scum.
    The both of them got ready; they had done this so many times before. They slowly walked towards the ground floor landing, towards the gate. A soldier was quick enough to catch her and slowly whisper; “you’re a good catch, maybe I’ll keep you…for purposes.” Slow impudent soldier he never noticed the back of the guitar come loose, the hand quickly get in and pull out that well used sawed off shotgun and quickly make a gaping hole at the back of his head. The other soldiers heard the loud report and quickly ran towards the direction of the sound. The boy was quick enough to pick up the Ingram from the soldiers body and quickly spray bullets all over the soldiers, followed by another spray from the dangerous dual carbine that was in the hands of Mia.
    The gun battle lasted only for a few moments, because their general, slimy as he was shot Mia on the leg and was quick to hold her hostage. He ordered the boy to drop the guns and approach him slowly with his hands in the air. As the boy did so he grinned stupidly at his false victory. The boy just went closer and closer casually saying, “Don’t you want to see the fear in the eyes of the man you’re about to kill?” the general grinned even more stupidly and asked him to remove his shades. As the boy did so he gasped in surprise, then in horror as he felt the knife that the boy made appear from nowhere quite quickly pierce his thorax.
    As the general went down he realized that he had the honor of being killed by The Hollow Eyed Gunslinger.