"Who Do You Think You Are?"

It's early evening, and he's returning from a nice run through the lower hills and is only a few blocks from his apartment. As he approaches an intersection, something catches his eye. He looks across the street to his left, and what he sees shocks him beyond belief. An older man draws out a gun, a 9mm pistol, and points it to someone standing near. He gasps as he recognizes his target-one of his closer friends. He sees through his friend's eyes into his soon-to-be-lifeless soul. His friend does not return his gaze, instead piercing his steely gaze into that of his assailant. In that moment time comes to a still.