"Dad! Dad, please wake up! Don't leave me again!" I choked as tears rolled down my cheeks. I shook him as hard as I could and even tried to lift his eyelids. My shirt was covered in a red, sticky substance. I hear a maniacal laughter in the shadows. "It's no use boy, he's not waking up, no matter what you do or say." A mustached man slowly walks out from the dark and puts a pistol back into its holster. "No! I'll freaking kill you, you stupid bastard!" I hiss. I run toward him, fist up. But the moment I get to him, a fist punches me hard in the stomach. "You should just give up. There is no one to help you now. Your mother and father are both dead! You might as well die here! Hmmm…you know what? I think I can fulfill that!" He lunges towards me and pins me to the ground. "It's time to die!" He yells as he pulls a knife out of his belt. I shut my eyes and wait for death to wash upon me. But seconds later I realize the weight upon my small body has been lifted. I open my eyes again to see a VERY old man holding the mustache guy by the neck. "I think you've done enough damage for a while now Schiller". The old man said. He let go of the man named Schiller's neck and he just stumbled toward the door. "Better enjoy life now kid, because I'll be back. And when I do, you won't have people like him always protecting you." His voice faded. And at that moment, I only got a glimpse of my saviors face before I fell into unconsciousness from the loss of my own blood.