Gemma POV
I watched the fight; they were both good fighters.
The lad, one from our school by the looks of it, was managing to keep up with the other guy until he pulled a knife.
The fight changed quickly, the knife holder managed to stab the other man, and that was when a car arrived, a gunshot sounded, and that had me racing to the door and out to the victim. I should have moved when the guy was stabbed, but he continued to fight, so I was not sure how nasty the wound was. He fell shortly before the shooting. I would never have made it to him before he was loaded into the vehicle and left.
I came to a screeching halt at the body.
I reached out, turning him over, and found half his face had been blown off.
Blood and brains on the ground.
It took all my strength not to throw up a
