The rancid smell of vomit filled the cool night air. Walking silently side by side through the dark. A young boy followed us his hands and feet bound by chain. The man beside me laughed and pulled the chains, knocking the boy to the ground. The boy vomited once more. I looked at the young child with growing suspicion. He looked up at me with pleading eyes. I whispered something to the man beside me, knelt before the boy and brushed the hair out of his face. I looked deeply into his eyes, into his very soul. The more I looked, the more I saw. The more I saw, the more I got scared. I looked up at the man and he knew. I slowly got to my feet and walked away. As I walked I heard the boy scream. I held my jacket closer to me as gunshots were fired. The screaming ceased and I was left walking with a man I thought I knew. Wondering what would happen around the next bend.
