It was pouring outside, the wind was whipping at any exposed skin it was truly awful outside that was all Andre could think of. Andre lay in the hospital bed trying to think of how he had gotten here where his life had turned. To think just a few short hours ago Andre had been leading his team offensively on the football field. Andre like always was the star of the game he was the QB he was suppost to have the crowds eyes on him at all times. Andre had thrown 6 touchdown passes, shed off countless defenders and ran the ball in 4 times on his own, on the field he was untouchable. Moron Andre cursed himself if he had just taken the fall instead of listening to his stupid ego he would'nt be in this mess, he sure as hell would'nt be laying here in a hospital bed with a bullet in his chest.

2 hours eariler

"Bishop again shed's off a defender, to the 40, the 30,20,10,and Bishop scores his first rushing touchdown of the game making the score 7-28." Andre grinned as the crowd roared their approval and spiked the ball this game was going exactly how he had planned. "The pocket is failing the denfense is down its now do or die for Bishop folks, Bishop shakes off a defender and oh my a beautiful pass down field and its caught for a touchdown!" As the game progressed Andre threw 5 more touchdown passes and rushed for 3 more touchdowns himself they had won in a total blow out. 1 by 1 the players left the locker room Andre who took a extra long shower was one of the last ones to leave the locker room for the parking lot. Andre was overjoyed with the game and knew that surely there was a party waiting for him once he got home, due to Andre being overjoyed he ignored 2 people as they called out to him as he passed. "Hey faggot were talking to you dont ignore us." One of the men grabbed Andre by the arm and swung him around so that they were face to face with one another. "What was that shit you pulled out there? You think it's funny to back stab us on a deal we had?!" Andre looked from either man confused clearly they thought he was someone else. Andre pushed his way through the men and kept walking. "I dont know what you guys are talking about i just play the game." Andre ignored the men's protests and kept walking towards his car when suddenly he felt a burning sensation on his back and just below his right nipple. Andre looked down at himself to see that his once white cotton shirt was now soaked blood red and that every breath he took he had to now fight for. Andre put his hand to his now bleeding body and slowly turned to face the men behind him. As Andre turned to face the men the men moved closer to him, the shorter of the 2 men pulled the pistole he had been hiding under his jacket out once more and stuck it straight into Andre's chest and pulled the trigger, instantly Andre fell to the ground and moved no more the next thing he knew when he came to was that he was in a hospital bed.

PRESENTLY

Andre opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling and sighed he wished that he knew who had brought him to the hospital, hell he wished he knew who the 2 men who had attacked him were and what he had done to upset them. The only thing that Andre was sure of is that it must be someone from the team who had found and brought him here the game winning football now sat beside his bed, but if it had been a teammate why were they not here by his side why had they run off so quickly? Andre tried to sit up in the bed and fell back onto his back the pain was too great. All Andre had left was the power to look at the ceiling and grin he knew that deep down he was going to make it he was going to get better, he was going to train harder, and most importantly he was going to track the guys down that had done this to them and get his revenge.