Vengeance
Prologue


Manhattan Bus Terminal
11:39 PM
February 17th, 2011


Assistant District Attorney Kim Greylek grumbled as she plopped herself down into a vacant seat at the bus terminal, shivering against the chilly February air. Those damn SVU freaks—no, scratch that—those damn SVU monsters gad slashed her tires... again. This was the third time this week! Did they know how expensive it was to fix!? Kim was getting sick and tired of all of this nonsense. So, they along with the rest of the miserable DA's office, were pissed that Saint ADA Casey Novak had been censured, big whoop.

It's been nearly three seasons, Kim thought bitterly. Just get over it!

She, Kim that is, was the freaking Crusader. Her colleagues in Washington practically worshiped the ground she walked on, actually acknowledged her existence as something more than an amoeba floating aimlessly around the sea, but now...

"Ugh," she sighed, slumping down into the rickety bench.

Kim picked up an old, abandoned 'Times lying discarded on the ground, and opened it up to the scandalous front page. She generally avoided it—there were too many lies, and, as previously mentioned, scandal at the front page of a newspaper—and she got enough of that at work. Kim usually opted to read the funny little cartoons at the back of the entertainment section, but something about the headline had screamed out to her.

ADA Found Dead, Police Launch Investigation

"What the..." she carefully scanned the article, but nothing could prepare her for what she was about to red. Eyes wide open in fear and complete and utter shock, Kim let out a high-pitched gasp.

"It's so unfortunate, isn't it?" said a voice coming up behind her. It sounded all to familiar, but she just couldn't pinpoint the voice to a face.

"I'm sorry?"

The voice—a young woman, by the looks of it—stepped mysteriously out of the shadows, and gestured to the newspaper that Kim had flung across the terminal. "That poor ADA," she continued on, almost in a mocking tone. Kim peered out into the dim light, wanting to get a closer look at the strange woman. "Ah ah ah, Kimmy, don't even think about it."

Kim gulped. Just breathe, Kim. Nothing bad is going to—

"I'm sorry it has to be this way, Kimmy," explained the woman, not sounding very sorry at all.

Suddenly, the switch blade was at her throat. Kim sat frozen in her spot, heart racing. She could feel the woman's heavy breathing in her ear as she murmured for her to keep quiet. She could see the blade inching closer and closer to her neck. Her entire body was shaking, as defining moments of her life flashed before her eyes. Christmas dinner with her family, winning the track meet in the eighth grade, outings with her sisters, passing the bar. All moments she had seemingly taken for granted.

Kim had never given much thought as to how she wanted to die, not that really wanted to, of course. But she had never been afraid of it—death that is. Well, until now. "Please," Kim murmured.

"Don't make this any harder than it needs to be, Kimmy," the woman cooed, as the blade made contact with her skin. White hot pain erupted on her neck, as blood gushed from the wound. Kim tried to scream out for help, but her blood was already filling her lungs at an alarming rate.

Kim barely heard the blade fall to the ground, as darkness engulfed her.