A woman turned the corner. BANG! BANG!. She had witnessed something one should have never seen. A man dropped to the ground. THUD! At an agonizing pace, the man's shirt started to darken. Her eyes darted to the vile-hearted man who took off down the block. She could not process what she had just seen, for she was petrified. During this time, the man twitched and struggled like a poisoned rat. Without a moment's notice, he stopped. The woman's eyes started to shimmer. She produced a single drop rolling down her face. SPLAT! The tear had hit the pavement. SNAP! Reality hit like a freight train. Her first instinct was to sprint to the man. She checked his pulse. Nothing. Her tarnished hands, a reminder of a heinous act, unforgivable. Faint sirens blaring in her head. Before long they were at the scene. She felt a figure nudging her to stand up. In a blur, she was back home. Days passed, she felt nothing. Now, a shell of herself. She was tired. She had made up her mind. BANG! THUD! It was over.