The ever silent Jacket stood by himself, looking out the window onto the bright Miami in the night. There wasn't much sound, besides the sound of dripping blood from his baseball bat. He swung off the now blood covered rooster mask and threw it on the ground, and threw his bat on the ground opposite. The cold wind blew on his face, as he pulled out a box of cigarettes and a lighter. He lit a fag and took a puff. Jacket looked at his bandaged hand, which was also bloody from the massacre that had occurred just minutes before. He put his hand into the pocket of his yellow baseball jacket and pulled out a photo. Jacket took one more look at it and smiled. A large man with long, brown hair stood with his arm over a short, yellowed haired mans shoulder, the both of them wearing green shirts and cargo pants, both smiling. He took another puff from the cigarette and threw the photo out of the window, leaving the cold wind take it in its arms. He watched as the photo drifted away, slowly dimming into the night. He breathed a sigh of relief and took another puff from the cigarette.
