Prologue.
He was sitting down, tears running down his face. Screams and shouts were coming from people running all around him. Normally he didn't cry especially not in front of anyone but he really couldn't help it. He just felt so helpless, so lost. It's not like he realized any of them were there anyway. Their cries may have been loud but for him everything was a blur.
He couldn't believe half the stuff he was going through. Everyone he loved and cared about was gone. Whether they left on their own or they were dead it didn't matter. He wouldn't be seeing them again. It made things so much worse for him knowing that it was all his fault. He dragged everyone he loved into harms way. And he treated them like shit while he was at it.
They didn't deserve this. It was he who chose this insane lifestyle but oh no he had to go and drag everybody down with him. And what would his mother think of him? She raised him better than that. Better than being a cold-blooded thug. Now he was no better than the man who had killed her.