I sat there looking at the red head sitting next to the man I DID NOT KILL. I felt sympathy grow over my chest. Yet again I was there to see the pain. Why me? Why was I the one to clean up the after mess. Then the red haired man stood up and looked in my direction, tears streaming down his face. "HOW COULD YOU?" There were the tears next the insults. "I SWER ON VINCES GRAV THAT YOU WILL DIE!" Bingo