Kaelin didn’t know when it first started. It was just a peaceful protest. Adults and teens alike lined the city street, raising signs protesting an issue that should have been fixed ages ago but still hadn’t. They had made their way through the city under the watchful eye of the police, stopping them from going to streets to crowded and areas with potential violent opposition. No one could have known that nearly four hours into the protest, when the sun had already set and everything was about to end, that they would meet a street filled with officers in riot gear. By the time anyone even thought of running away they were surrounded. Gas canisters and bullets rained down on the remaining protesters, Kaelin trying to find any sort of cover to protect him. Before he could however, several bullets hit him, sending him to ground writhing in pain. The gas came next, stinging his eyes and burning his throat. The next time he opened his eyes, he could see one of the officers standing a few feet from him. The officer was still blurry to Kaelin, the gas already affecting his vision but he could make out a riot shield in one hand. And in the other…a baton, ready to be used.