Unfortunate

by Alarmclock Wizard

I don't think that this is technically a fan fiction. Although it could easily be based in a comic book universe, it is mostly original. I just wanted to put some of my writing out there and see what people who don't know me personally would think of

Unfortunate

Chapter 1

The day I died

One year ago today, my life ended. Exactly one year ago at 2:37 pm, I was found not guilty for the murder of my husband and sun. The jury was a logical one, a quality rarely seen in the general public. Despite the "witness'" convincing performance, they sided with the lack of any hard evidences and found me innocent do to lack of reasonable doubt.

The media however, didn't see things quite so clearly. The front page of just about every newspaper the next morning had a picture of me, with a head line calling me "the next OJ." I lost my job because, according to the company had book, "any missed work do to criminal investigation upon the employee in question will result in immediate termination." Or at least that was the excuse that my boss used.

I spent the next three months looking for a job and finally had to settle for just over minimum wage at a mettle shop that didn't discriminate against ex convicts. I liked it there. Nothing but hard faces. These people had seen the worst of humanity first hand, and most of them had worked for it. Nobody here was going to tell me to "cheer up, every thing will be okay," because they all knew damn well that it wasn't. Once you end up here, nothing is ever going to be okay again. Iv been there for nine months now, average temperature 120 degrees, ad in the abundance of unsavory characters, and general feeling of dread and hopeless, this is as close to hell as I ever plan to be.

Three years ago my husband founded Hope, a support and rehabilitation center for wayward youth and former gang members. The center was an instant success, so much so that my husband had to quit his job. We managed alright on just my salary, and we were happy. By the second year of operation for Hope, minor crime in the city had halved.

I guess we were a little to successful for someones liking. Last spring, wile I was on my way home from work, someone broke into my house, stole the safe from my bedroom closet, killed my husband and sun, and set fire to the house. I got home at six o'clock to find my family roasting in a gruesome combination of gasoline and blood. The stench of burning human flesh, was seared into my nostrils. I will never forget that. I can never forgive what happened to my family.

Last night I got a tip from an old friend in the force. Apparently a safe, still containing my wedding photos recently turned up in a junkyard outside of Cleveland. Not much of a lead, but I have learned a thing or two from my coworkers over the months. I know how to talk to the people on the street, how to get information. Besides, this is the best lead Iv got in over a year. I guess this is as good a point as any to start from. I will find the men who killed my family, and I will make them pay for what they did.