The storm raged, lighting viciously pounded the undying waves and rain pelted the deck of the small boat. two young men stood at the end, one gripping his side as his brown hair plastered over his face. The other, with lighter brown hair stood erect facing the group of men opposite. The assumed leader's voice was muffled under the torrent of rain, but the two grunts positioned on either side heard him and raised their hands, 9mm guns poised in each. 6 shots went off simultaneously from both guns. The two men at the edge of the boat looked impassive, as if aware that this is how their lives would end. They were blown over board, hitting the water and sinking to the depths as quietly as they once stood, only leaving a strip of blood in the water and a small puddle on the deck of the boat.
The room was bright- the walls a blinding and perfect, unblemished, white. The table in the far corner a pale gray and the chairs in the room and additional furniture in the room a matching