Sage was out with his “Friends”.  They went to his high school, and he worked with them on a few projects, they like him for some reason, and now they hang out, but Sage was only there to make his cover as a High school student valid.  Eventually they found themselves at a pizzeria close to to the Mental institute and ordered a pie, while taking their seats.  
   
 He was with three, the only one that really mattered to him was the girl that invited him, Jessie.  He chatted her up a few times in school and surprisingly enjoyed her company.  He sighed because he knew that because of what he was he would never truly be accepted.  He stared outside the window, concentrating on the people walking past.  One caught his eye, a boy about his age, running and wearing a shock collar.  
   
 Suddenly he turned his head quickly, Jessie was shaking his shoulder 

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah” he said voice a bit shaken

    From that point on,  he listened to the conversation, which was about the ongoing terrorist attack, particularly the most recent one which killed two church officials and some members of a rising crime family, the latter detail being erased in the official report.  Evidently not all of the people involved with the church or the police agreed with what they were doing.  Little did his friends know, he was the man responsible for the savage bombing.

    Sage stood up saying “I have to go, lot of calc homework today” his face was sad and he felt hollow.  His friends noticed this, they looked concerned.

    He left the pizza shop leaving a five dollar bill on the table.  "Keep the change", he said to the cashier as he walked out the door.  He began the walk to his apartment, which was a few miles away.

    The frequency of his attacks had decreased and he was continuing to question of whether killing corrupt church and government officials and selling drugs and guns to criminals, was a life worth living.