Mastermind Opening

Here is some of his story.

He watched the two bodies fall to the ground. As he knelt beside them, he thought of his father's infectious laughter, the laughter he would never hear again. He thought of his mother's sweet, sensitive smile, the smile that would never again comfort him. His thoughts turned to the men who had come. They were no different than anyone else who had come in. They had gotten in an argument with his parents over something. His three year old tried to comprehend what the men had asked his parents. What had they said?? Now, as he looked at his parents, lying there in the dust, he remembered. They was wanted his parents to recount. His parents knew how to count, didn't they??? As his tears fell to the ground, wondering why they hadn't, he heard the sound, the sound would come to fear: the cock of a gun.

"Noooooooooooo!!!" Shaking and sweating, Morat sat straight up. He looked around him, the stench of decaying flesh, rotting garbage, and feces reminded him almost instantly where he was: Deadman's Alley. Noticing that no one was paying any attention to him, he stood up and walked to the street, if you could call it that. The sun was just barely coming up, and already the marketplace was getting busy.