He ran after the bombing he ignited he ran, he hid in the alleys and too gutter roads between houses and buildings,he thought he had escaped law and justice he was eighteen they had found out but even young he would tired soon or get hungry .
He ran to where even he did not know .Images kept gnawing at him, images of the dead but he ran he had no choice.
Suddenly he turned it was to late they found him
he had no choice but to stop.But he would not go down without a fight he would fight .
Outgun and outnumbered he was .Grabbing anything he could he was ready for a fight he gave one .
They surrounded him,he had no choice but ti give up,after being captured they to paraded around a most gathering crowd they cheered and applauded
but even though he was caught,would the violence stop now,or would it ?
end .
