It was darker than normal as he walked home. One of the streetlights was broken. His house was just 2 blocks away and he was walking like normal, until he felt the eyes of someone behind him. He sped up, but was quickly stopped when two guys appeared in front of him.

"Empty your pockets, old man." One of them said, showing off the knife he was holding.

"I don't got anything." Frankie said calmly.

"Bullshit." One of them said before the one behind him grabbed Frankie from behind. But he was a veteran, he was trained enough to free himself from civilian teenagers. But when he did he felt a sharp pain on his side.

"Did you just... Did you..." Frankie said before he fell to his knees, clutching his side, blood staining his shirt and hand while the other guys made a run with his phone.