You were a street kid. And you did not intend to end up in this particular situation. You were huddled down, hands over your ears in a vain attempt to block out the screams and gunshots in the next alley. It seemed to go on forever, and slowly, you removed your hand from your ears, trembling with fear. You heard someone talking, but could barely process the words. You decided now was a good time to get the heck out of here before you were noticed, standing up- Your foot hit a stray beer can. The voices stopped, and you stared in horror at the beer can as footsteps neared where you were standing, around th corner, your back pressed to the wall. A man, clad in expensive clothes with small splotches of red which you pointedly chose to ignore turned the corner, a gun in hand, pointed straight at you.