Well here it is chapter two.

Moby locked the door behind him. He then walked to the back of the mobile home. There was a very expensive looking BMX bike with multiple locks on it. He unlooked all of them and then got on the bike.

He started to ride the bike out onto the street. He biked through the streets swerving past cars. Him being a previously a professional athlete, he was able to bike to speeds of the cars. He then jumped a full foot over the sidewalk and then started to ride through an alleyway. He them stopped right next to a door of one of the buildings he was between.

He got out his keys and opened it. Once inside he started to turn on the lights. He walked right into the middle of the tattoo parlour. He then walked to a back room. In there he put his bike and dropped down his coat. He then entered back into the front area. Man was he ever tired.

He wiped his eyes and went to the glass counter towards the back of the place. He then unlocked the cash register. After he reached down and picked up a war child funds box and walked over and put it near the front of the store. Then he turned the sign near the front to show it was open then unlocked the front door. The store will be manly quite for a few hours so he walked to the back sat on a chair and grabbed a magazine.

Psymon had walked with his snowboard to a back alley with a large dumpster near the back of the alleyway with a large slope before it. Psymon then started his decent down the slope on his snowboard. Right before the dumpster he jumped up and started to grind it. He grinded it all the way then had a smooth landing. He got off his board walked to the top of the slope then did it again. This time he tried a uber grind but lost his balance on impact and hit his back right on the dumpster before being tossed to the ground.

"Ah shit!" He called out grabbing his back. He had been trying a new trick for months but without any success. He slowly got up and headed back up the slope to try again.

Moby was showing a customer, a young girl some of the different piercing. She had been the only customer in a while. Which is common, when night comes that is when he makes his living. All of a sudden another customer came into the parlour. Moby quickly greet him. "Yes what can I do for you?"

"Give me all your money!" the man screamed taking out a gun. Moby backed away slowly in shock. The girl quickly went down onto the ground.

Moby took a deep breath. "Take all you want just don't shot the girl!" Moby said slowly walking to the cash register. The gunman not taking his gun from pointing at Moby, Moby then pressed some buttons and the cash register. He then got out the cash and slowly put it on the ground.

The gunman then signalling Moby to get away from the money, Moby slowly walked back. The gunman slowly went down to pick up the money. He then picked it up. He slowly got up then he was standing. He then shot Moby twice and started to run out of the parlour. On his way out he grabbed the war child funds box and ran out. Moby gripping his bullet holes slowly fell to the ground. He then laid there and blood slowly escaped his body.

Psymon following the sirens ran to the parlour. There he saw a white sheet over the body he knew was his friends. He screamed the loudest anyone had ever heard as he knelt down to the ground. Slowly getting up he saw a man with handcuffs. Quickly he ran to that man as fast as he could. But right before he could get at him two policemen grabbed him and almost threw Psymon to the ground. "I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU! YOU SON OF A BITCH! HE HAD A FAMILY! YOU BASTARD I'LL KILL YOU!" Psymon screamed.

"Hi I am Adam Ike and your watching the SSX Circuit. With me is SSX Veteran as always Mac Frazier. Today it's the Snowdream semi finals," Adam Ike said on the television.

"That's right. But before we get to the action I would first like to inform the viewers the sad news. Earlier today the SSX veteran and a fellow rider Moby Jones was shot killed at his small tattoo parlour in Merqury City. It is a terrible tragedy and to his wife Zoe Payne and Tyrell Jones his son everyone's prayers from the SSX Circuit are going to be for you tonight," Mac said.

"A real tragedy, but unfortunately nothing new. We can all remember when Viggo Rolig commited suicide. And JP who OD'd just last year," Adam Ike informed.

"YOU KNOW NOTHING!" Psymon screamed throwing a beer bottle at the television. But it hit one of the corners and bounced off. Then the phone rang, Psymon froze. He looked over at it and it rang and rang. He the clenched a fist and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Psymon tell me it's not true! It can't be!" The voice form the other line called out.

Psymon knew who it was and he knew that she was crying. Trying to keep a steady voice. "It's true Zoe, Moby is dead he was shot," He was cut off by Zoe starting to cry immensely. Psymon turned away from the phone. He took a deep breath "Zoe, Moby did exactly what the shooter told him to do staying calm. Because I wouldn't have wanted to see you like this. Now you can get through this I know it!" Psymon said to her.

"Thanks I needed that. I still don't know what I am going to tell Tyrell," Zoe told him, her voice being a little calmer.

"I'll talk to him," Psymon said to Zoe. "Give the phone to him. There was a short pause and then a new voice came from the other line.

"Psymon? You want to talk to me about something?" A very young voice version of Mobys said.

"Yes, Your fathers been hurt," Psymon said to Tyrell.

"Is my daddy alright?" Tyrell asked.

"No Tyrell your daddies not alright," Psymon replied.

"You mean he's dead?" Tyrell called out. Psymon was greatly grieved by this but somewhat relieved that he didn't have to explain what being dead meant.

"Yes," Psymon said softly.

"He…he's gone for ever isn't he," Tyrell said to him. Man Psymon had no idea a six year old could know all this about death.

"Yes he is but listen. Your father died a hero and I want you to know and always remember that," Psymon said to him.

Then Zoe's voice came on and said "Its okay Psymon I can take it from here thanks for all your help.

"Don't mention it," Psymon hanged up the phone "Don't mention it,"

By the way I always wanted to write a tragedy also please R+R