[ WP ] You and your best friend are pretending that your fingers are guns and shooting each other . Suddenly , the weird kid from down the street joins in and pretends his fingers is a gun and shoots your friend in the head . All you see is blood splatter on the grass and your friend fall .

My friend, Evan, and I were doing typical kid's play and shooting at each other with our fingers. Cops and robbers. I was the robber and he was the cop. It was great fun. 
 
 `` Put your hands up!'' Evan would yell. 
 
 I'd try and retaliate with something like, `` Bite me!'' 
 
 The times were great, and I wanted them to last forever. That was when we saw Tony coming our way. Tony was one of our friends, but lately he began to act strange. One night while we were going from door to door, ding ding ditching, Tony wrecked his bike and had to go the hospital. The damn police would n't even tell us were he was at. 
 
 When he came back he was a lot different. He kept going on about stuff that was n't there. It was frightening us all. He even tried to steal my bike, the bastard. After that he quit hanging around us. He was addicted to Sweet Tarts, he could n't get enough of the sugar rush. We all did them, but he was going overboard. He had began to hang out with The Bozos, a group of some messed up kids, just to get his fill of Sweet Tarts. 
 
 Tony came into the yard, and before we could even ask him what he was doing around he pointed his finger at Evan and yelled out, `` BANG!'' 
 
 Blood instantly jolted out of the bag of Evan's head. He was thrust backwards onto the ground. 
 
 I yelled out to him and held him in my arms. He was... dead. My friend Evan was killed. 
 
 `` Tony! You bastard!'' I called out. 
 
 `` Kevin!'' Tony said while sneering down at me, `` Are you going to stand in my way?'' 
 
 `` You killed him!'' 
 
 `` And I'll kill you if you try and stop me!'' 
 
 I was n't even sure what he meant at the time. Stop him from what? I was n't about to let him know that I was unaware to what his endgame was. 
 
 I decided I was n't going to back down from Tony. He was always just another member in our gang. I shook my fist at him as I said, `` You can kiss my ass!'' 
 
 `` That's too bad, Kevin. I thought I'd let you join me,'' he said while raising his finger towards me, `` Before I kill you, will you tell me where you hid that damn bike of yours?'' 
 
 My bike! I had forgotten. It was right around the corner of the house. I just needed a plan to get it. I saw a rock down by my foot and knew what I had to do. I dropped down on my knees and began to act as if I was sobbing. 
 
 `` Are you crying?'' Tony said while beginning to laugh, `` I never thought I'd make you cry like a bitch, Kevin.'' He started to laugh hysterically and lowered his finger. 
 
 This is when I took my chance. `` Eat this, you bastard!'' I said while throwing the rock at him. 
 
 He had no idea what was coming as the rock hit him square in the face. He yelled out in pain while he fell backwards. I quickly jumped onto my bike and began to peddle out of there like a bat out of Hell. 
 
 `` Where do you think you're going, prick?'' Tony said while firing everything he had at me. Bullets were whizzing past my head. I did n't dare turn back. I shifted the gears and flew out of there. He would n't be able to catch me on foot. 
 
 I needed somewhere to go that would be safe. The old treehouse was certainly a place Tony would know where to look for me. I decided to find Aaron. Hopefully he was still alive. I knew he had piano lessons today so I went towards downtown to find him. I had to find out what the Hell was going on.
