Placebo "In The Cold Light Of Morning" (Instrumental)


3 Months later…


Boomer sat on the swings. Rocking back and fourth gently. It was gloomy outside. No one was around. Just Boomer, or so he thought.


The phone rang. Brick slowly got off the couch and pushed talked. "Hello…"


"Hey Boomer, I'm sorry for everything I did. But you're not still mad at me are you..?" Mitch stared down at the blue clad boy in front of him.

"No.." Boomer had always been a forgiving person, no matter what happens to him.


"…Yes I'm Brick….Of course…What?…I-I don't know….He is?…okay.."


"Hey, can I show you something? Please?" Mitch extended his hand. Boomer didn't take it. He stood up and followed him on his own. They were heading for an alleyway, Boomer didn't really feel comfortable anymore….

Mitch put on a fake smile.

While walking Boomer noticed the strange shaped object sticking out of his pocket, but he didn't bother to ask Mitch what is was.

Suddenly, Mitch stopped dead in his tracks. Boomer did as well. "What's wrong?"


"…Thank you…bye." Brick hanged up the phone and with tears in his eyes he turned Butch.

"Butch…It's Boomer, he's…"


6 gunshots could be heard through the darkness of the alley.


"…Dead." Brick sobbed.

The End…