“I’m sorry, Veronica. I could have saved you. But I didn’t. And I cannot forgive myself for what happened. I promised I’d deliver flowers to you…every day. I’m getting old sweetie. I can barely remember my own name.”

Zachary sat in a chair with a bottle of pure vodka. Fifteen years ago his wife, Veronica J. Wilton, was killed from a burglary. Zachary had been pushing for an investigation and yet none was made. The new order that controlled the world, ICPA, Stated that no investigation was needed as this was an accident. They never found who did it.

“I’m gonna get those people. For you. And Violet.”

Violet J. Wilton had been in critical condition for years. He watched from a window of a hospital as she grew up.

“I promise I will bring this to light. ICPA and all. Don’t worry. This was not an accident.”

As he set the bottle down. Three men in suits were approaching him. He glanced over and had a revolver ready. Knowing they were coming to arrest him for breaking several laws.

“So you finally caught up with me…not this time!”

He drew his revolver and fired but only one shot hitting all three of them in the chest causing a fatal blow. He put it back in his holster and put his hat on. Walking away he took one last look at Veronicas grave. He shed a tear and run away from the danger that was to follow.

“I will get these people! For you Violet!”

An agent from ICPA would look up to see his death of a 76 year old man. Still agile yet having health problems he would kill several agents of ICPA. He trusted no one. Not even his own brother.

“Father enough!”

A sweet, yet threatening, and elegant voice would call out to him. His first born son. Mishanoria.

“Please just stop what you’re doing. I know you want revenge but it’s been fifteen years.” Mishanoria said hesitantly.

“You don’t know what it’s like, son! To see your wife dying in your arms and it being ignored as if it never happened!” Zachary turned around with tears rolling down his face.

“Father you are insane! I had Booker as a father for ten years of my life! When he finally died I was finally a free boy!”

“And this matters how? You’re working for a corrupt system. A system that doesn’t want to help people. So I suggest you let me go or I will kill you!”

They both stood in front of one another not wanting to kill each other but also not wanting to break any more laws. They stood for thirty minutes before a shot was fired. It had hit Zachary’s son. Zachary ran away in fear that he would be next.

“…I’m sorry Mishanoria. Maybe you can join your real mother…”

Zachary would run off while he would go missing. Never to be heard from again. For that very moment.