In the city of New York, a man walked out of his appartment building. Nothing was too apparant about him, probably a new guy in town. My guess is that he is probably here for some sort of a business meeting or another. He was dressed in a long brown coat, and wore matching leather cloves. He stopped for a moment to fix his sleaves but quickly continued onward. As he approached a crosswalk, he noticed a group of children crossing towards him. A sudden smile graced the strangers face. It was a smile he hadn't felt in a while, I'm sure. The once grimm look was now a bright and chearful one.

One of the children halted in front of the man. As he looked up at his face, the child smiled. This puzzled the man, what was so happy about meeting a stranger on a street. Where he came from, it was probably shunned upon. I'd say he came from some back water ghetto, or an even busier city. Maybe, he was in town on business from Tokyo. There are plenty of American businessmen that took up jobs there. Surely this man was one. Never the less, the child kept on walking without a care in the world. On a saturday afternoon, they were probably going shopping, but that's neither here or there.

The man was about to walk across when the light told him not to. He was caught up with the child so long that he forgot where he was. He waited and waited for the light to change colors, so that he could continue on his way. Pigeons, flew over head in a disorganized manor. Up ahead an accident happened, and people were scattering like birds. A man was surely killed. As the light changed, the man in the long coat made his way across the street and hussled over to where the accident occurred. It wasn't an accident, it was a murder. There are still people in this world who can get away with shooting somebody in the middle of business hours, in New York City none the less. The man stopped, in shock. He turned around to see if the child was still about, he was long since gone.

There is nothing more evil in this world, nothing that can drive a man to violence and aggression... nothing can do this better than the murder of one human being by another. Now it isn't even personal, it's signed with a bullet. Back in the day, a man would be hanged for cheating, or stoned for shop lifting. These were socially correct, and they were often done by citizens as a form of private execution. Nobody would ask questions about them, because they all knew. Now we have the media that covers that, and the word of murder spreads like wildfire. This murder of this one person is probably going to reach Europe grounds in less than an hour.

Here he stood looking at a bloodfest. The boy laying dead on the sidewalk, bleeding. It made his stomache curl into his stomach, it was wrong and he knew it. The child that he past before represented an innocence in this world, long since forgotten by the people. It wasn't long after this that the police showed up. The man realized that this was no place for him, and continued on with his day. Out of the daze he was previously in, The man noticed a notch in his belt was undone so he fixed the problem and continued walking. Up ahead on the street was a group of young black teenagers. They were talking, it was them. They murdered the man on the street. He didn't stop to chat, rather he acted like he was going to and continued on the journey.

Going up and across the street, the man in the long jacket noticed a woman waiting on a bench impatiently. There was do doubt in his mind that she was there waiting for her boyfriend or husband to come and take her away. He looked at her, staring at the watch and occassionally glancing up to see if anybody was comming for her. The man in an effort of humanity, darted across and sat down beside the woman. She looked comfortable, in her sandals and business dress. More than that, she looked lonely. She looked over at the man. "My name is Laura." she said in a soft tone. He just looked at her and smiled as if to say, it was nice to meet you.

Another man, a man in blue, walked up behind the bench that the two were sitting at. He was a cop, and the man knew it from the get go. He was being followed since the crime scene earlier. He had barely made it to the end of the street when he caught up to him, put his hand on his shoulder and told him to stand up. The man complied to the request at hand. "You are under arrest for murder in the first degree." it was over for him.

You see, the man was just comming out of the building when we met up with him. Durring his time in there, he was on the job, a hitman, and he was finally caught. The man began to struggle, as the woman on the bench turned around. It was a sad event, and you could see it in her eyes. Although the two have just met, she was shocked that she had introduced herself to a murderer. He seen her face and things flashed past his mind. He knew it was time to go. He seen the child and the innocent look on his face. He had his entire life ahead of him. Than there was the man that was killed by the black boy and he did nothing about it. He was wrong and he knew it. When he woke up tomorow they would pass sentance on him... He would plea guilty, that was the plan. It would be quick and painless.

What the man didn't know as he walked away were the lives that he had changed during the last ten minutes of his life. He had killed a man, and the man was another murderer. If he had not killed him, he might have killed the young boy, the innocent boy that when he came into contact with the man, smiled a boyish smile. The man couldn't recognize these things, he let a troubled boy go free. The man on the sidewalk, mugged him and was killed in self defence. Now the officer and and the man were walking away. He turned to the woman he had met. As it turned out, she just caught her husband cheating on her lastnight. Her husband, the man he killed, the murderer, the cheating murderer. Now an old man would be put away for life so that others may live. That is the way it was supposed to be. Things were set straight, thanks to the help from The Man in The Long Jacket.