The young man staggered back. A look of terror and confusion flooded his face. Feeling the life pouring out of the open wound he grasped at it, trying to keep the innards from escaping in some futile effort to save himself. However, looking in the eyes of the dark man, he knew it was over. He knew it too as the dark man unveiled a gleaming knife. Knew it as the blade cut through his flesh and slid across his belly. With each moment his vision was blurring, knees almost buckling, throat drying. He felt cold though he was sweating heavily and his eyes were brimming with tears. All at once his mind flashed with memories. Memories of his father, mother, sister, wife, and daughter. All things from the past rushed in as though telling him to hold on. Finally the only thought left was why? Why get involved? Why didn't I stay out of it? Why care? So many questions came, but no answers until at last, the questions stopped. Everything stopped. All that was left was darkness. The man fell to his knees and forward into a pool of blood. The dark man dropped the knife and ran out of the alleyway, taking with him a woman's black purse.