[i][u]Setting:[/u][/i] Agitato, Binard City [i][u]Time:[/u][/i] 00:34 [i][u]Title:[/u][/i] The Unfairness of Life [b][i]A child. Around age 13. Midnight, in the poor, dilapidated, and dangerous part of Binard City. Agitato. The child had long, dirty brown hair, and blue eyes that held so much pain. Suffering, and loss, in those young eyes. He wore the ragged, loose, and dirty clothes of the homeless. A torn up and loose beige shirt, and too small gray sweatpants that had large rips in various places. His once handsome face was cut, bruised, and dirty, with grease and oil covering every inch of his skin. A worried look etched on his face, and as he ran through the alleyways of Agitato, a brown and torn up sack over his shoulder, he kept looking behind his back. It seemed as though he was being chased, and he intended not to be caught. All the boy wanted was some food. It didn't matter where he got it from. He only wanted to live! To survive the pain and the reality of life. To keep ahead of the memories, of horror, death, and torture. About 20 yards behind the boy were three men. Each of the men had the same look to the boy. Long, messy brown hair, and blue eyes. The youngest was about 19, the second was 21, and the last was 25. They wore the same, torn up, dirty, and ragged clothes the boy wore, and they were chasing him. Why? Because he stole the food they had been saving up for a full 4 months now. It took them 4 months of begging passerby, hard labor, and preservation to earn that food. They needed a good meal, to distract them from the true, reality of life. The pain, the loss, and the horror. The absolute unfairness of it all. How they each had perfect grades in school, but life held them back. Shoved them into the ground.[/i][/b][spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]