Martin Wilde, a 37 year old man who worked as a chef at a soup kitchen was walking from his small appartment building in downtown Seattle to his Soup Kitchen near the Pike's Place Market when he saw a disheveled looking elderly man sitting on a bench begging for money. Martin noticed that no one seemed to give money to the old man nor even go near him. Martin discided that he should help because his mother always told him to help someone if he could.

   Martin approached the old man with his wallet out while taking out a $100 dollar bill. He didn't know why he was taking out a hundred, maybe he was feeling generous or maybe he pitied the old man. As he bent over to had the old man the hundred he saw a sliver flash and felt a burning sensation in his heart.

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  He heared screams all around him as the burning sensation started to spread. Looking down to see what the burning sensation was he saw blood. Lots of blood, a knife protruded from his chest as he heard a cackling.

"Hahahaha, teach you to pity me. Hahaha"

"..." Martin was awe struck. He wanted to pull the knife out to stop the ever increasing burning sensation but he couldn't lift his arm. He tried and tried to lift his arm but he was to weak, It felt like he had 1 ton shackles on. Slowly his vision started to go blurry as sirens in the background began to fade. He manage to say one last sentance before his vision went black.

"Why'd I have to be so generous today." Martin coughed up blood as his vision when black.