New York city, New York USA. 2007

Feliciano was barely sixteen when he died. Barely old enough to drive. Barely old enough to sense the mood in a situation. Definitely old enough to get on the right subway. Right?

Feliciano couldn't use the car today, his grandfather needed it for a doctor's appointment. His older brother was on a date, with whom Feliciano had no idea. His brother could be a very private person sometimes. So Feliciano decided to take a subway.

This wasn't his first time on a subway but that didn't mean he went there everyday. Feliciano was on his way to meet his best friend Ludwig at Central park. It was Ludwig's idea to meet in the same place that they had met all those years ago. It was special to both friends, just how special Feliciano did not know at the time.

Feliciano had to cross the entire city to get to the park though. It was too far to walk and too expensive to get a cab. So Feliciano wanted to go on the subway this time.

He had left three hours early so he could wander around the park before he saw Ludwig. Feliciano was excited to see his oldest friend and didn't want any chance of being late. But this time he was nervous too.

If not for his untimely death Feliciano would have met Ludwig and listened to his friend admit his feelings for the other man. Feliciano would have accepted them and they would have had a healthy, lasting relationship for the longest time. Possibly forever. But that is a 'what if' scenario.

One of the key factors that caused Feliciano's death was his shoelaces. They came untied after he bought his ticket. If not for the two minutes it took him to tie his shoelaces he would have realized that the subway that he jumped onto was not the right train he needed. Those two minutes just killed him.

Feliciano didn't realize he was on the wrong subway train until about one hour in. There was another mistake. If Feliciano had waited one extra stop then he would have just been a few extra minutes late.

Feliciano hopped off the train looking for a map. He had to figure out where he was. Hopefully within walking distance of the park.

As Feliciano was looking at the map six men walked into the subway station. They all looked like natural businessmen, quite normal this time of day. The men did nothing out of the ordinary. But in just a few minutes Feliciano was surrounded. If he tried to run in any direction, even onto the tracks, at least one man would catch him.

One of the men walked towards Feliciano, loosening his hands easily. He had a fist ready to punch when Feliciano saw the man's reflection in the glass. It didn't take long for Feliciano to recognize malicious intent. He quickly turned around only to see a fist coming towards his face.

If Feliciano was to be proud of any moment during this fight, it would have been his quick thinking. Feliciano waited for the fist to start moving towards him before he moved.

Feliciano let out an ear piercing shriek as he dodged the fist. The man fell into the glass, which left a sickening crunch as the glass broke.

He tried to run away, Feliciano's fight-or-flight instincts in effect. Normally Feliciano could run away from anything when he tried. And Feliciano really did try to get away. He was able to fly under one man's arms.

Feliciano was able to get to the stairs that would lead into the city before he was stopped. A man from behind him grabbed Feliciano's foot. Feliciano caught himself on his hands. But he could feel blood coming out between his fingers. His hands must have been ribbons from that fall.

"Please! Help me!" Feliciano screamed out. He was hoping that someone was standing at the top of the stairs and would come and help him. "Somebody help me!" But there was no hero to save him.

Two men held down the struggling boy. Feliciano screamed again. He must have been crying but the adrenaline was too great. He could hardly feel anything now. The only thing he really could feel was his heart breaking. It left a sickening crack behind.

Another man walked over to Feliciano and smothered his face with a wet cloth. Feliciano smelt something sickening sweet on the cloth. His last thought was a simple one, 'Ludwig, I'm sorry. I'm going to be late for your meeting.'

But Feliciano wasn't dead yet. Not really.