I take a deep breath and step forward.

One second seems to last forever as I stare

into his eyes. I'm tired.

I'm tired of him, his treatment of others.

I can't stand back anymore,

I won't watch any more of my friends 

suffer at his hands.

I pull my friend behind me,

and stare straight at him,

never taking my eyes off of his.

He raises his hand.

Who knows what will happen next.