The Justice Killings (Prologue)

    “Good morning Alexander.”
    Alex jerked up in his bed. Or he would have, if it hadn’t been for the nylon straps that held his body in place

    “I’m glad to see you’re finally awake. I’ve been waiting for so long to be able to play our game. Patience is a virtue you know.”    Alex’s mind wasn’t working.

    “I’m sure you’re wondering what is happening Alexander. But don’t worry, everything is well planned, and if you co-operate, our game will be over in no time at all. I do so hope you will play by the rules, it makes things so much less messy.”   

    If his mouth hadn’t been taped closed, he might have yelled for help.

    Minutes passed. Alex could do nothing but lie in the bed and attempt to keep his sanity as his thoughts crashed from one side of his skull to the other.

    Something changed in the room. It seemed colder, more ominous. The voice that broke the lengthening silence was different this time; a combination of what a hungry wolf would sound like if it could talk, and that of a condemning judge.

    “Change in plans Alexander. They have told me that there’s no point in playing any games with you. You have proved far too stubborn in the past. So we end this immediately.”

    If his eyes hadn’t been covered, Alex might have been able to see who the voice belonged to.

    “I’m sure that you are wondering what this is about. Almost everyone does. But it is simply, really.  You all are so ignorant of who you really are in the depths of your soul. But I will fix such ignorance. And after all, in the end, my game is really nothing more than justice.”

    With that, Alex felt razor sharp steel cut through the bare skin on his chest.

    If he hadn’t slept in so late, he might have not been here.

    Something wet slid along the cut, soaking up the blood that oozed across Alex’s torso.

    “Ahh, justice tastes sweet, does it not my, young Alexander?”

     If his bed hadn't been so solid, he might have been able to break free.

    Cold steel pressed against either side of his chest, and an immense pressure began to crush his ribs.

    Game over. Justice served.

    If Alex hadn’t died, he might have finished college, married, become a world renowned scientist, and eventually died after a long and happy life.

    If life wasn't so unfair, then He wouldn't have had any reason to take justice in His own hands.

    If…so many ifs. The only sure assurance is that Justice will come one way or another.

The Justice Killings     27 dead     As of today, unsolved