"Tsk tsk what a shame" says the detective with no emotion. Flashes from camera seem way to inappropriate at this point. The body of the boy lay by the cobble path long since it had an life. Clothes are tattered, strips lay within the pools. The frail body covered in blues and purples. A pool of black-red stains everything. "Looks like he was stoned" says a different police man as he callously snaps pictures. Slender wooden shafts lay either bloody or broken thrown to the sides after they served their use. A neat letter lay on a hedge untouched by the massacre, it reads " Don't worry I am pretty sure the words hurt too "