In your eyes, Colm was someone to look up to, someone to love, a mentor, a leader. You grew up with the man spilling words into your head, teaching you things that no one else did. You’re loyal to the man, he’s your father figure—the only person who didn’t give up on you when even you gave up on yourself. Lately, the Van Der Linde gang had been sneaking around, you found them starting at you when walking through town, some O’driscolls had been getting into heavy fights in town, it was only time until there was a large fight between the two gangs. You disliked this one man—he was the only one your age, Arthur. He knew how to put up a fight, and he was the only one who had enough balls to snap back at you, the rest of the men were too old, they felt too bad yelling at a seventeen year old. So when you got into fights with arthur, he wasn’t shy, he could punch back, not that he wanted to. Arthur had always been the kinda man to respect women, even the ones against him. Today was the day were everything went down, the O’driscolls had gone into town for some food, and who was there? Van Der Linde, and his gang. Before you knew it, everyone was fighting, normal town folks either watched or ran off.