Chapter 1: Prolouge
Everyone in that court room knew for a fact that the sick fuck was guilty, the smirk on both the fat lawyer and his client knew they got away with his crimes. They would celebrate his freedom with booze and the coked out strippers from the club.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the press, we have secured another victory that has kept an innocent man out of jail. As of right now, any comments can be made through me. My client wants to enjoy his freedom and plans to celebrate." The slimey lawyer said, grinning wickedly as the suspect and him walked out of the press' grasp.
The family declined to comment as they came out, feeling good ignored by the juctice system they once had faith in. They knew there would be no just reasoning onto why a known pervert was out, but whatever reason, it grew hatred in all their hearts.
Though one heart grew the darkest, they wanted juctice. A juctice though unlawful would right this act. They figured this act would need a bunch of plugs and kinks worked out, but in their mind, the plan would work.
So the heart grew darker as they watched every move the sick bastard made along with the lawyer, twisting and turning the wheels in their head as they made a longer list of people who wronged the family that loved the little girl.
15 people must die. They must pay for their sins. The person grinned wickedly.
"Time to collect. "