The crowd rushed at the uncle beating him and stoning him. The sadistic screams could be heard from miles and miles

“FUCKER!!”

“CUNT!!”

“YOU SICK BASTARD !”

The cops eyes widdened in horror as they watched society take over capital punishement; watched as they murdered this madman. Justen sat crying hysterically, rocking back and forth, his dead mother in his lap, covering his ears from the horrible screams from hell. As he looked on, a figure immerged from the mob and silently took his mothers body from him. The figured then took Justen by the hand and escorted him away from the horrific scene. Justen followed blindly as pain pierced him like an arrow through the heart. Numb to the world Justen followed the figure into a building where he crumpled to the floor and blanked out.