Redemption of An Unquiet Soul

by Troubles In Paradise

Shawn Mallory has awoken from his coma with no recollection of being the Kraken, his most recent memory being falling off the roof of Alcatraz. He escapes the hospital, and now that he is back on the streets, the only thing he wants is to redeem himself. But as Shawn starts to piece together the gap in his memory, he realizes redemption will be harder to obtain than he thought.

1. Chapter 1

It's my debut on the Cause of Death scene! Ahh! Anyway, since I'm new to fan fiction and there are over 520 stories on here, there is no possible way for me to know what story plots are out there, so if any of my stories are similar to yours, let me know and we'll sort it out! :)

Redemption of An Unquiet Soul

Chapter 1

"I win." As gravity overtakes his body, Shawn Mallory, better known as The Hand of Justice, tumbles over the edge of Alcatraz towards the icy Pacific waters below and his inevitable death, the last thing he sees being Detective Mal Fallon's uneasy face as the realization of what he's done hits him. Falling, falling, falling forever, until. . . Impact.

I hear sounds, inaudible voices throwing words to the wind in the distance. My eyes open slowly, they feel like they have been shut for an eternity, and all I see are blurs of gray. Am I wearing my glasses? I try to reach up to feel my face but my arm is abruptly stopped by the force of handcuffs keeping my hand tethered nicely to . . . Is that the side of a hospital bed? Suddenly memories flood my brain like a dam breaking. A chrome revolver. Blood stained shirt. Falling. Water filled lungs. White light.

Crap I'm not supposed to be alive. That wasn't the plan I had in mind. Now I'm in a hospital chained down like a prisoner. Oh god what's going to happen to me? Surprisingly, I find that I am actually wearing my glasses, as my eyes finally come into focus. Sure enough, I am in the hospital, cuffed to a bed in the most drab hospital room possible, the window blinds shut tight and not a source of light to be found. Overwhelmed, I close my eyes and allow myself to think. You should have never allowed yourself to fall into Genevieve's hands, you are weak for giving up your values, telling yourself you were a vigilante to serve justice! I feel like I've awaken from a sleep that's lasted years and I start to recall a dream, one I must have had while being here. A black robe. Plastic mask. Candles. An inaudible chant in the background. Boiling rage towards nothing. I can't quite seem to grasp any more details then that. It's one of those dreams that are realistically vivid, but when you wake up, it's memory escapes you.

I push thinking about my dream aside and focus on my main priority. How will I get out of here? My answer comes quicker than I expected when I hear talking from outside the door to my room. "Do I really have to give him a bath? It's a waste of time!" Must be a nurse. "He's a patient, you're a nurse, it's your job." I was right. "He's been in a coma for what? Almost a year now? Why don't we just let him die?" I tune the rest of the conversation out as the shock of what she said strikes me with a force strong enough to leave me with my mouth hanging open. A year?! I'm with the rude nurse, they should have let me died, I had no purpose anymore. But here I am alive, so there has to be a reason for it. I need redemption.

Suddenly, the door opens, and thinking quickly I close my eyes and allow myself to fall limp, so it seems like I'm in a coma still. I can't see her, but I can tell the nurse is bitter and agitated, so my consciousness goes unnoticed. I feel her unlock my handcuffs and along with a male nurse, move my deadweight body to the bathroom. I hear the male nurse leave and I am now alone with the bitter nurse. She starts to talk to my "comatose" self. "Don't know why they let you live, not after everything you've done." Her voice chokes up. "They just should have let you bleed to death, would have served justice perfectly." After what I did? Sure, I'm a murderer, but I killed scum, fellow murderers. I regret it but I can't make sense of why she wants me dead so badly. "I could easily end you, no one would care. All I have to say is that your heart gave out. Simple." The way she said that is unsettling and she stops washing me. Something isn't right. A few moments pass. "This is for my sister you bastard!" What sist- My thought is cut off by the abrupt force of a hand shoving my head under the bath water. The feeling of drowning is all too familiar and panic fills my body until I can't fight it anymore. If I'm going to escape, it's now or never. . .

End Chapter 1

Okay so I know Shawn seems a little out of character, but that's because he isn't the Kraken necessarily. He doesn't have all of that psychotic rage because he doesn't remember having it. It will make sense later. I just really enjoyed Shawn's character development, so I wanted to take a stab at it. Tell me what you think!