A Love Just For Me

Prologue

Danny Thompson raised the gun from where is was hiding in the bush, just outside the play area. He wondered who in the right mind would arrange a shooting in the childrens playground, even if an arch enemy hung out there. The he remembered - Naill Blake - would be the sick person he would be thinking about, he was the answer to the question 'who in the right mind would arrange a shooting in the childrens playground.'

Danny's hand shool as he aimed the gun at the dark hairred teen sitting ont the swings. A six year old sat next to him. His hand traced the tigger over and over again. He was waiting for the little kid to get bored of the swings and bring his dad (who was pushing him) somewhere else out of the firing range.

One accident.

One accident is how his life had crumbled up beneath him, leaving him depressed and wanting a family. One accident had killed his parents (he never knew his biological dad but his step dad was as good as any dad). One accident had driven his three older brother's away, and they were probably happy with their own families. One accident had left him earning his place in the gang, The Fallen Angels, due to his older step brother.

One accident was all it took.

Danny sighed as after about 5 minutes the kid left the swing. His eyes squinted to look at the target, the young teen, as the sun had come out from behind the grey/black clouds. 

He was glad the six year old had gone, at least he has a good loving family, and still has plenty to live for! Even if the weather is always crap, Danny thought sourly, he envied that six year old, if he could have the chance to be six again he would jump at the chance.

He raisied the gun again, as he blinked back the unwanted tears. He didn't cry anymore, even if thinking about his parents death still hurt after two months. Danny was doing this so he could have a family again, even if they did do illegal stuff.

Finally, after his finger had finished tracing the trigger, he pulled it. And again. And again. And again for one last time. He panicked after the trigger was pulled for the last time. He watched as people ran round gathering their children in fear and panick. He threw the gun into a different bush and ran. Even though he didn't cry no more tears rolled down his cheek, or was it rain? He could not tell.

He didn't want to find out who he had hit, he had a terrible feeling he had missed the dark haired teen and hit one of the children.

He just kept on running.

Running from his 'new' family. Running from his past. Running from his brother's wherever they were in the world. Hate blinded him, he hated his brothers after they left him when the accident had happened, and they had good loving families of their own now.

WHY?? WHY WAS LIFE SO UNFAIR??