One stormy afternoon Justin Rizzo aka Peyton Manning or in my book the kid who died. Was walking down the street, when suddenly a man named Scar jumped out and choked him out.... He woke up cold and damp in a boat. He looked around and saw a shelf of devices such as knives, guns, and poison. A tall man about in his 40s came around the corrner and said " oh my your alive" he said in a heavy german accent. " Where am I" asked Justin" well after we bring you to africa and sell you, hell will be your next destination". Justin's lip quiverd he let out a whimper as the men took a knife off the shelf can you hold this he asked and stabbed it in his leg. Blood trickled down it was a red as a ripe tomato. He just wanted to go home, the man took some drugs from the shelf and made Justin take them as he fell asleep the last thing he saw was a knife being raised to his face. 2 hours later he woke up hot sweaty and bloody he looked into a mirror infront of him he was in a hospital but his eye was gone and where his hand was, was now a stub. He cried for what seemed like hours until he yelled " what the hell have you done to me Satan!" He went so mad that 4 days later he took his own life with a knife...
