A Vigil for Justice, is a serial thriller fiction novel. Updates of 1,000-1,500 words will be posted every Friday.
Recap: Sixteen-year-old Melanie Craig and her family live in the small Colorado mountain town of Blue River. Since the end of World War Three, the economy in the United States has dropped out making funding law enforcement impossible and increasing crime rates in all, but the smallest towns. The government passes a Law allowing anyone over 16 to kill three other people during their life. Vigilante justice doesn’t seem like the right solution to Melanie, but she has no choice other than to learn how to protect herself and her family.
The next morning Melanie spent an hour trying to convince her mother to stay at Karalynn’s and let her, Mitchel, and Seth go get new shoes for Sam.
“Everything will be fine Melanie. Your sister’s toes are pressing through her shoes. She needs new ones.” Jennifer said smiling and shaking her head. “Your dad and I lived in Denver before Blue River, I know my way around. I’ll be there and back in a few hours.”
Melanie paced the length of their shared bedroom. “I’m coming with you.”
“You don’t need to, Karalynn said that one of her body guards would go with me.”
Melanie stopped and put her hands on her hips. “I’m going.”
Mitchel stuck his head in the room, eyebrows raised, and lips pursed.
“Um, Seth and I are going into the city for extra ammunition for the shot guns. Do you need anything Mel?”
Melanie took a deep breath. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. Why did they all insist on going out on the streets? Was she being paranoid or unreasonable? She recalled the men with guns walking the streets last night, the gate that had been installed, and the boarded up windows of the house. No, she was not being overly cautious. They were being reckless.
She tried to smile at Mitchel. “Yes, a couple of boxes of shot gun ammo would be great and an extra magazine for my nine.”
“No problem, we’ll be back in a bit,” Mitchel said and ducked quickly out of the room.
Her mother looked at her with a smirk. “See they can’t go with you to get shoes.”
“Shoes, that’s all we’re getting?”
“I don’t know Melanie,” Jennifer rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh.
The bodyguard, Eric, lead Melanie and Jennifer into the garage. He pulled a black bulletproof vest over his head and fastened the Velcro around his broad chest. He slid a revolver into the holster on his hip and two knives into the pockets of his cargo pants. A spare magazine went into the other pocket. The three of them climbed into the silver hummer. Eric turned the key and the hummer rumbled to life.
Melanie adjusted her holster and checked her spare magazine.
They backed out of the driveway. Melanie squinted as the sun shot through the tinted windows surrounding the back seats.
Melanie could almost convince herself that nothing had changed and the suburbs were a safe and welcoming place. She could envision children running in the street playing hiding go seek and Frisbee. She blinked and it was all gone. They had reached the outskirts of the city.
It started with broken windows and the deeper they went into the city the more rubble lined the streets. Wooden fences laid flat upon the ground or at odd angles splintered and jagged.
Buildings were crumbling as if a bomb had gone off inside. Stone and lumber was piled up in heap Scrawny, dirty children, climbed and dug through the debris occasionally shoving objects into the pockets and bags slung over their shoulders.
Melanie leaned forward between the front seats. “What are they digging for?”
Eric glanced out the window. “Anything they think has any value, metal, medication, jewelry. When people flee they don’t take much more than what they have on. Most of this had been picked through a few times. I doubt they are finding much.”
Eric pulled into a strip mall with various types of clothing stores. He parked. “Stay in the hummer.” He slipped out of the door. Melanie watched him stalk around the hummer and survey the parking lot and the people milling about. They all had hollow looks. The adults had dark circles under their eyes and flicked their eyes from place to place.
Eric pulled open the door next to Jennifer and she got out. Melanie climbed over the seat and jumped to the ground.
Eric looked directly at every person they passed most would not meet his gaze. Melanie watched him keeping a list of questions for him once they returned to the safety of the hummer.
They entered a shoe store.
“Good Morning,” said a short plump man behind the counter.
“Good morning, I’m looking for Hello Kitty sneakers,” Jennifer said smiling.
“Isle three, toward the back,” he said pointing with stubby fingers.
Jennifer walked in the direction the man had indicated.
They found the shoes. Jennifer picked up a box with Sam’s size. She opened the box, made sure there was a right and left shoe, and that the sizes matched.
“Anything else?” Eric asked.
“I’d like to get a desert for after dinner tonight,” Jennifer said.
“I know a bakery that is nearby. Mrs. Christopoulos goes there sometimes,” Eric said.
Jennifer brightened. “Perfect.” She waved her wrist over the SAFE scanner to pay for the shoes and they walked back to the hummer.
Eric pulled open their door. Melanie put her foot on the step.
Shots rang out behind them. Melanie hit the ground and scrambled under the hummer. She turned around to grab her mom.
Jennifer was on the ground. Eric hovered over her. He was scanning their surroundings. His gun was gripped in his hand moving with his eyes. His other hand was on her mother’s stomach.
“Mom,” Melanie screeched, crawling from beneath the hummer. Rocks dug into her hands and knees.
Eric grabbed Melanie’s chin. His grey eyes bore into her. “Stop the blood.”
He grabbed her hand and pressed it against Jennifer’s stomach. Eric stood, gun at the ready.
Jennifer grimaced. “Melanie?”
“I’m right here mom. You’re fine.” Melanie’s eyes filled with tears. Jennifer’s eyes closed and her head lulled to the side.
Eric scooped Jennifer up and slid her into the back seat. Melanie climbed in with her.
“Keep pressure on it.”
“How close is the hospital?” Melanie asked.
“Not far.” Eric slammed the door of the hummer and ran around to the driver’s door.
Melanie looked down at her mom. She brushed her mom’s hair back from her face. Jennifer’s eyes fluttered open. She smiled at Melanie.
“It’s okay mom. We’re taking you to the hospital. You’ll be okay. I’m here. I won’t leave.” Melanie clenched her jaw. She fought back tears. She couldn’t lose her mom too.