Olympia, WA

November 23rd, 2020

“Jury Foreman, would you please deliver the verdict?”

The foreman, an older gentleman with graying hair and a rather stern look to his dour face, stood as he nodded, holding a sheet of paper in his hands as he began to read. Knuckles tightened and her breath stopped for just a moment as Illyana felt the cords in her forearms and neck stiffen. Across the room from her she could just see in her peripheral vision as the defendant, the man that had caused her and her family so much grief, smirked lightly at her, no doubt thinking he’d won this round. She could not abide that smirk, nor could she-

“We the jury find the defendant not guilty-”

“No! NO! NO YOU CAN’T!” she roared suddenly, one hand going to her mouth as the tears came readily and in full flood down her cheeks as the foreman attempted to talk over her, pronouncing the hateful words that she couldn’t bear to hear. The bang of the judge’s gavel on his desk was deafening to her in that moment as he demanded that she be taken out by the bailiff, as this was her third and final time that she’d been spoken to. She didn’t fight as the big, burly bailiff came to escort her out, but the tears continued to flow and as she looked over at the man that had done this to her the rage threatened to boil over as he smiled, waving jauntily at her as she was taken out into the hall.

Seething, she did nothing, but her mind was already working with the brutal efficiency she’d been taught so many years before. Not a single thing said or done in that court room would leave her memory, not so long as she had a breath of life in her body.

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December 13th

“Everything’s prepared?” she asked, standing in the doorway of their daughter’s room, taking in the sight of her broken little body as she lay sleeping in her bed. Some would say that what she was about to do wasn’t necessary. Their eldest daughter was still alive after all, though thanks to the man that had done this to her, and walked away, Hayden would never walk again. Her hips had been pulverized, her knees had been broken, and her ankles had been shattered. The doctors said that she had a less than ten percent chance to ever walk on her own power again, and about a 50-50 chance to bear children when the time came.

It was necessary. Nothing in this world had ever been more necessary to her.

(to be continued)

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