1 Chapter 1 Prologue

'Justice' a word and an ideal that I wanted to believe existed so badly. To do and believe what is just and right and at the end of the day everything will be alright.

But at the end of the day will justice truly prevail every single time?

My name is **** ******* and I was the son of two of the most righteous prosecutors known in the nation. My father and mother were truly the beacons of justice that would sneer in the face of threats and would walk the high road without hesitation. They bowed to no influence no matter how strong or rich and believed no one was above the law and they proved it with their actions. Putting behind many behind bars without hesitation.

I was their only child but I had a certain disease that did not allow me to have a normal childhood, I stayed in the hospital with little choice but I was never a pessimist. My parents brought me up to be strong and taught me to never give in to diversity. As a child I would always hear stories about their accomplishments which brought me no greater joy and pride.

I wanted to follow in their footsteps one day so even though I was young I would frequently study hard and would easily finish up my required educational materials. This did make my parents really proud of me however they would never let me study ahead, they wanted me to enjoy my childhood more so they started bringing me things that a child my age would like.

I didn't enjoy many of the toys they brought but to make them happy I frequently pretended to but perhaps they sensed it and they started bringing me comic books instead.

The comic books were truly the right call, I can't recall a time where I had as much fun as reading them. Their way of life, the characters who never give up in the face of adversity and how they climb towards their dreams were all really inspiring to me.

I pictured myself in their shoes, their life, their relationships, made me envious.

I would wonder if I could be like them? If I try hard enough will my body be normal one day? Was it possible to make my parents who were always worried for me smile?

Truly I had so many questions that I felt my heart was ripped into two…

As time went by and as I grew older, I knew my circumstances weren't as optimistic as I believed…

Deep down in my heart I wanted to believe, I wanted to hope that there was a day where I would walk out of the hospital as a normal person but the day I was truly told about my condition I felt something inside me break.

I didn't want my parents to see me like this so I did hope that they wouldn't see me that day but who would have thought my request would be granted in such a cruel way…?

My parents who I thought would always be there for me were killed that very day.

How? I was told by the police a 'maniac' managed to smuggle a gun into their offices and shot every single person that he saw.

I looked at the police officer who told me the news.

I didn't believe him.

I couldn't. How could I?

"Why are you telling me such a sick joke, officer? Please stop it."

The officer tried to explain that he wasn't joking but I didn't want to hear his nonsense anymore. The more he tried, the more my sanity was losing it.

I yelled to the sky and the heavens above, I erratically started breaking everything I could within my sight. When there was nothing left to break I started punching the walls till my hands bled and I was quickly pushed down by the numerous nurses and was forcefully given a sedative and that was when I blacked out.

When I got up, I realised once again the reality of the situation and I became broken... Like a dead man who was still breathing. I stopped functioning like normal which led the doctor who was in charge of me to call upon a psychologist.

There wasn't much of a point because I did not recall a single thing that the psychologist tried to say but something did catch my attention.

A man who introduced himself as a detective came to see me. He had scruffy hair and black eye rings which made him look very haggard. He told me he found out that the 'maniac' who was behind my parents murder was just a pawn by someone my parents put behind bars. He still had power and influence even behind bars so the only thing that the prosecutors are doing would be putting him under maximum security and the detective promised me the man would never be allowed to hurt anyone else again.

I stared blankly at his words and honestly thought I heard the funniest joke in my life. The monster who murdered my parents would just be in a more secure prison cell just with his phone privileges cut off?

I couldn't even touch him because he was protected behind bars…

This.. this was justice?

Was this the justice my parents believed in? Was this the justice my parents sacrificed their lives fighting for?

At the exact moment, my dysfunctional heart which was beating furiously started slowing down and soon it finally stood still which ended my chapter in life.

Well that should've been the end?