There weren't many times where Fred went for a walk. When he did, it was usually for contemplation. When he walked, he walked with eloquence. He walked with each fruitful step. As he walked, he walked with thought. Although, someone was around the corner, waiting just as fruitfully for him. This nine year old girl, who looked as if she had scabies, waited, intently, for the right moment. As she drew near, she put her plan into motion. She had five rounds of fire, and she wasn't going to waste a single one. She sat behind the intended hiding spot with a gun in her hand, as she blasted, bang! Bang! Bang! Like mini fireworks. That gunshot hit its intended target.

Fred fell to the ground, dead at that point. He lay unconscious, as the girl doubled back into hiding. Fred laid there, dead.

News of his death had spread quickly. It spread to an unlikely source, Jacob. Jacob felt a bit of sadness, as was expected. Although, for lack of better words, he felt free. He was free from the impending danger that would've come of it.

He felt better knowing there was at least one negative aspect eliminated. He had the freedom to pursue someone who understood. However, he didn't have any luck finding anyone.

He just went about his life, paying it no need.

As the the plane in the sky, at 3am, there it glided across the sky, coming over the branch set of a low, red moon. It could contain many people, it could contain many things. One of the things Jacob remembered when looking for it in the night sky, was to never trust a one winged angel from god, no matter how special, and saving it could be. This angel could mean trouble. It could mean a presence no one needed to see. The plane glided across the sky, with little trust of landing anywhere special. It was just a plane, going to where it needed to be. It wouldn't be looked upon by anyone, not ever.

The moon hung low in the sky. The moon would always be there. It would stay forever, with its red cast. The moon would always stay a wide presence, lighting everything it comes across. The pain, struggles, and might, the moon had to endure would stay as well. With it, there was a past, there was a present, and a grim future. The moon told a story. Its story reflected how ambivalent it was. It was there for now, for then, forever. That was it's virtue throughout history.

The end.