Shots ring out from behind them both, as the young man drops the gun on the ground. Looks of surprise on the young mans face, as he begins to slowly fall forward, further, further, further, till his bodybuilders with the cold hard cement. Behind him a man stands slightly outside the flower garden, gun raised steam pouring out from the barrel. This tall man wore a well composed black suit, with jet black shades, and slicked back hair. No expression on his face of emotion at all, nothing at all. The old man simply stood there and looked sadly at the body sitting on the ground. The young mans thoughts permeated through the air like a whistling wind, as his body lay limply on the ground spilling red gore onto the beautiful white area of splendid flowers.

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