The moment was streched into eternity as blood started to slowly exude out of the stab wound that has been caused by a sharp edge thrusted in anger and sorrow. As the first drop of red juice hit the cold steel the eyes filled with hate stared at the tormentor's visage.

The boys mind was clouded by the hatred that he long had forgotten and that now bursted out of him to punish the grief he had to suffer from.

But in this everlasting moment the agonizing despair only was replied by scorn.