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.
Melanie began to shake, it was slight at first, but it grew until she sunk to the ground on her knees. She couldn’t turn her eyes away as the Sergeant locked the handcuffs on Mitchel’s wrists. Sounds were sucked out of the world revolving around her, but one, and her breath caught with every click of the metal as the handcuffs locked tighter.
Mitchel turned his face toward her. His eyes rimmed in red, his face streaked with tears, and his soft lips mouthed the words, “I love you.”
Melanie nodded her head unable to find the breath to make a sound or the strength to form the words.
Seth’s antler handled knife had flown from Mitchel’s light grip straight to its mark. Only three people could have made it, and now two of them were dead. Melanie buried her fingers in the loose dirt around her, feeling the granules.
Sound returned to her in the form of foot falls that approached from behind, she turned and closed her hands around a couple smooth stones she had found.
Jennifer was running toward Mitchel. She didn’t slow down when the guns were raised and aimed at her.
“You know who and what he was.” Tears streamed down her red cheeks as she pointed to Seth’s body on the ground.
Reaching Mitchel, she grabbed the Sargent’s hands, thrusted them away, and stepped between Mitchel and him. “He gets three. It’s the law. You saw it. I saw it. They saw it.” She flung her arms out toward the Sargent’s men. “No investigation is needed. It will be marked on his chip. Let him go.”
It wasn’t a question or a request. It was a command. Her mother’s voice held more authority than Melanie had ever heard. It was her lobbyist voice, Melanie realized. Her mom must have used it to fight the very legislation she was now promoting.
Melanie never thought she would hear her mother use the Justice Law to help someone, but there she was screaming at the soldiers to put down their guns and let Mitchel go.
Another sound entered. Sam was wailing to Melanie’s right. Melanie pushed herself to her feet, let the rocks slip from her fingers, and went to her sister. She pulled Sam into her arms and held her tight. Melanie turned around, so Sam couldn’t see what was happening. She stroked her sisters long golden hair.
Melanie glanced over her shoulder. Daisy was howling inside the van and clawing at the window that was open a few inches.
Melanie watched the standoff between her mom and the sergeant. Neither had said a word. Melanie shifted her weight to her left foot. There was still a dull ache deep inside from when she rolled it. The soldiers held their guns at the ready. Melanie couldn’t see Mitchel’s face. His shoulders had fallen along with his head.
The sergeant raised his hand, and the soldiers relaxed lowering the black barrels toward the ground. He took the little keys from his pocket and Jennifer stepped aside. The sergeant’s gaze never left Jennifer’s even as he unlocked the cuffs around Mitchel’s. Melanie wondered if he thought Jennifer was more of a threat at that point than even Mitchel.
Sergeant McCall slid the cuffs into their fitted pocket on his belt. He turned on his heel and strode toward his men. As he reached the first, he waived the others back toward the gatehouse, but then he stopped and turned to face them.
“You have until nightfall to decide who goes in and who doesn’t. Mitchel, no longer qualifies.”
Melanie had already made up her mind. It was the first thought she had after Seth had fallen.
She held onto her sister until her mom reached them and lifted Sam into her arms.
Melanie ran to Mitchel. She clung to him like a squirrel falling from a branch. Slowly, he took her into his arms.
“I want you to go into the safe zone,” he said.
She hesitated. Of course that’s what he would want. He wanted her and the baby safe. “No. I choose you. We choose you.”
“I don’t care,” Melanie said. “It’s my choice.”
He held her tighter.
Saying goodbye to her mom and Sam was the hardest thing Melanie had ever done. She watched them until they were behind the fence. Then she watched them until they reached the wall. Please go inside she had begged her mother. Please keep Sam safe.
Mitchel’s hand slid into hers. “You can still go.”
Melanie turned and looked up into his grey eyes. He brushed his thumb across her cheek.
Daisy whined and pushed her damp nose against Melanie’s other hand. “Come on girl, it’s time to go.”
As she climbed into the truck, she said, “Back to the hotel?”
Mitchel turned the key and then engine came to life. “Where else?”