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 caught Mitchel looking at her and smiling as they drove down the empty highway toward Oregon. Northern Idaho was vastly different from the desert south, which she was glad for. She missed the mountain valley she had spent most of her life in the pine and earth scents in the air, the gentle crashing of the rivers, and the sentinel pines and aspens. She closed her eyes and was there once again hand in hand with Mitchel as they hiked their favorite trail up to a bald rocky peak. They’d look down on the valley trying to find the small buildings scattered among the trees.
The truck swerved hard to the left yanking Melanie out of her daydream.
“Sorry,” Mitchel said, “Porcupine.”
She laughed. “You should keep your eyes on the road.”
He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and she snuggled into him. She didn’t usually sit in the “girlfriend” seat, preferring to rest her arm out the window to feel the rush of wind through her fingers. But ever since she had told Mitchel about the baby, he kept her closer. The baby was untimely, but it would be cherished and loved by both of them nonetheless.
They had talked about children, of course, as they had made their future plans with one another during the last year. Mitchel was going to wait for her to finish her senior year of high school and they would both go to the University of Denver. She was going to study veterinary medicine and he was going to study English and writing, so he could teach and write novels. At first she had laughed because his broad muscular shoulders and rough hands just didn’t seem to fit with such things, but it’s what he wanted so she supported him.
After school, they were going to return to Blue River and buy a home where they would raise their family among the forests and rivers of the high mountain valley.
She squeezed her teeth and eyes shut. That was all gone. Now they lived in a world of suspicion and death. And now they were going to raise a child in among that instead of the rivers and forest.
She nuzzled in closer to him and wrapped her arm around herself. “Do you think we should tell my mom?”
“I’ve been thinking about that too. What do you want to do?”
She pulled a long breath in through her nose filling her lungs. The air here was filled with wet leaves and earth. “I don’t know.”
He kissed her on her head. “What about waiting until we reach the safe zone? Then she wouldn’t be as concerned about having a doctor around or you being safe. I think I worry about that enough for everyone.”
“I like that idea.”
Sam would be excited she knew, especially when she would be able to lay her hand on Melanie’s swollen belly and feel the baby move. Melanie was excited and anxious for that day too.
She wondered how Daisy would respond to the baby. She hoped she would be as protective over the baby as she was with Sam.
The thought of Seth twisted her stomach into a tangled slinky. Would he cradle the baby in his arms and read children’s stories as he did with Sam? Would she allow him to do it? She took another deep breath. Her stomach growled audibly.
“Time for lunch?” Mitchel laughed.
“I guess so.” She sat up and turned to look out the back window at her mother’s van following. Although she couldn’t see Seth’s car behind the van, she knew it was there. Everyday she wished he would pull off on a side road and disappear from their lives, but each time they pulled off the road, he was there.
“There’s a picnic table, I’m going to pull over,” Mitchel said.
Melanie turned back around with the grinding and pinging of the tires on a dirt road. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail and twisted the hair tie from her wrist around it. Once the truck stopped and the dust from Seth cleared, she slid to the ground.
The edge of her right foot landed on a rock and rolled outward. Her hands went out to stop her crashing into the ground. “Ouch, god damn it.”
Seth caught her under her arm and was pulling her to her feet as Mitchel rounded the front of the truck at a run.
Melanie looked up at Seth. “Thanks.” Seth just grinned. She tried to back away from him, but her ankle wouldn’t hold her weight and she began to crumble to the ground. This time, it was Mitchel who caught her.
“Are you all right?” Mitchel asked, pulling her up and toward him. His face was etched with concern.
“I just rolled my ankle. Do we have some ice and something to wrap it in? It will be fine.”
“You should probably get her off her feet,” Seth said.
Melanie looked over her shoulder at him. He was still smiling. Does he know that I know, she wondered. She turned away as Mitchel bent and scooped her up into his arms. He turned walking to the grey picnic table.
“Everything okay?” Jennifer called peering around the back of the van.
“I’m fine, mom. Can you bring me some ice and an ace wrap or something?” Melanie said. Mitchel set her on the hard plastic table.
Jennifer waddled toward them with one of their coolers. Seth jogged over and took it from her setting it on the table’s bench.
“Oh, Melanie, how did you do that?”
Melanie clenched her teeth. It wasn’t like I did it on purpose. “I landed on a rock when I got out of the truck.
Her mom dumped the cheese from a sandwich bag, filled it with ice, and handed it to Melanie. Jennifer hurried back to the van sending puffs of dirt into the air with each step.
“Let me see it,” Mitchel said gently pulling off her shoe.
It was starting to swell and bruise. Melanie sighed; just freaking great, now Mitchel and her mom would make her go into the nearest town.
Sam and Daisy ambled over. “Are you hurt Mel?”
Daisy licked Melanie’s toes, which hung over the edge of the table. Her mom trotted back over rolling the ace wrap back up.
She gasped at the sight of Melanie’s foot and ankle. “You’re going to see a doctor.”
Melanie snatched the flesh colored wrap from her mom and began wrapping the ice to her ankle. “The safe zone is only one day away. We can wait until we get there. I won’t be doing much walking anyway.”
“I don’t know Mel. It looks pretty bad,” Seth said.
Poison darts flew from her narrowed eyes. “It’s safer for everyone to avoid the cities.”
Mitchel and Jennifer glanced at each other. “She’s right,” Mitchel said. “We should be there before nightfall. It’s just twenty miles northeast of Portland.”
Melanie’s mom pressed her lips together turning them a pale pink. “You’re right, but let’s get there as fast as we can. Maybe she can see a doctor tonight.”
Melanie had rolled her ankle many times running. She wanted to tell her mom they couldn’t do anything but, ice and wrap it. She decided not to aggravate the situation.
They ate a quick lunch of ham sandwiches and chips and then got underway again.