Yes I killed him, but it’s not what you think. He was my best friend, we grew up together, he was the only one that really looked out for me, and I for him. That’s why I had to stop him.

We used to get into so much trouble, him and I. People started to recognize us, want to be like us. They hung around us so much that it turned into what you would think of as a gang. As we got older, our frustrations grew as well. We started to question why things were the way they were. Why it all seemed so wrong. That’s when he came up with the idea that it was all because of the authority. We didn’t act on this right away, but he had sown the seeds of contempt in our heads. Time went on, and the idea grew, until he called for anarchy.