And in the time of the end, all stood silent around the boy. No one understood why.
No one knew the reasons for his actions. Some cried, other just stood,
dumbfounded at the sight. Images of events flashed as the rain began to fall. While
others left, one stayed. As the paramedic's took the boy away, a lone figure knelt
where he stood. Soon all were gone, but he remained. He had no expression. No
life shown in his eye's. Only his lips moved, though no sound came from them.
Pictures of the fight raced through like crank as a flood of emotions can rushing
back to him. The explosion, the cars, the gun fire, the blood; all were powerfully
etched into is memory. As the seen unfolded time and time again, his eye's
began to water as they became to water. After a moment, he stood up, still with a
cold, emotionless expression on his face. He pondered the night, of things that
could not be undone.

Then, from behind, a light flashed. A bright light so intense that he could no longer
see. From it emerged a form. The form shown dark red wings, angelic in form but
tattered and worn. Frighten but paralyzed with fear, he again fell down, shivering
as could air surrounded him. But a voice from the figure told him not to be afraid.
The winged figure told him that what had happed was not his fault, but was planed
from before the beginning. What accrued needed to be for the betterment of all.
But the death was not in vain. It was not selfish either, for it was filled with love and
so could be held against. Then in a moment the tears faded and a smile grew on
the boys face. Then the figure vanished, and all was as it should be. But the rain
was no longer cold. And as the boy looked towards heaven, he knew an angel was
made that night to watch over him. All of this from the love of a friend.