I grasped the swirling black mist as it rose from the body. The familiar feeling of all his memories invaded my head. I wasn't one for staying around to see who would find the body but this time it felt like I must.
The brown hair of the boy in front of me was matted with blood. I saw what happened, I knew it would happen, I made this happen.
I heard shouts coming from down the hallway and I pressed myself into the shadows. Another male ran to the one on the ground franticly trying to shake him away. The tears streaming down his face were only tears of what he had lost but not for who he had lost. This boy did not care for the dead body on the ground, no this boy cared only for the body's money.
Money is something that attracts people to each other. I would never understand the reason for that because I am not human, but memories of the people lost. I am everyone.
