Justice & Revenge
"Justice or Revenge, that is the question. My path forks down into one of these, or the cowardice of forgiveness." This world is filled with injustice. Many crimes go unavenged. Many soulless bodies seek the salvation of vengeance from weak men they call friends or family. No crime against me will go unpunished.
Damian sat at the top of a skyscraper, taking in the scenery and contemplating falling. A great evil had befallen him, brought on by a greater wickedness. His heart was filled with rage and grief, all of which burned into a passion for revenge.
"The night light in the city is always beautiful, death is for the weak. I deserve justice served by my own hands. That is revenge."
Damian Lillard was a police officer, a honest and passionate man with a burning hatred for crime. He always worked tirelessly to catch criminals, almost always succeeding. He was never tired and always on the frontline, even when off duty. His scars and eyebags told his story, his red eyes narrating his nightmares to anyone who looked him dead in the eye. His aim was impeccable, and his mind sharper than his knife.
At home, he tried to be as sweet as possible to his family, even though he saw them as distractions from his divine duty. He was the model policeman.
"Hey Damian, I need your help," a fellow police officer yelled from across the office. "A robbery was just reported at 27th Lincoln Street. The victim is a shop owner, and confirms the culprit went east from there."
Damian and his partner, Justin, drove to the scene, speeding off towards Lincoln Street. They were already close to the crime scene and sped on from there towards the west. Intel came in that the red Volkswagen was spotted leaving Lincoln Street and entering Red Street. Damian pushed the accelerator pedal to the max, sending the car speeding and weaving through sparse traffic.
"There he is!" Justin exclaimed, bringing out his gun. Damian stepped on the pedal even harder, and the car almost surpassed the speed of sound. They got close to the guy, but he managed to get away, ignoring all their commands to pull over. Justin shot the robber's tire, sending him somersaulting to a halt. Damian didn't slow down.
"DAMIAN, DAMIAN!! Damian, what are you doing?" Justin asked, concerned.
"I'm fine," Damian said. "I just... I don't know, man." He continued, "But do one thing for me."
"What's that?" Justin asked.
"When you're asked, tell them what exactly happened. Don't cover for me. I don't want to owe you one, and I especially don't want to lie."
Damian said, sighing lightly. "I'm going home." He opened the door and stepped out, glancing at Justin as if saying goodbye, and walked off.
Soon, backup came, and Damian was already home, awaiting questioning. He didn't regret almost killing the criminal. To him, criminals didn't deserve life, especially ones that threatened honest working people. He was happy with what he did.
Forgetting all this, though, he had much greater problems. He hadn't slept in days. He was working on something.
"What was it again?" He couldn't remember, but it was eating away at his nonexistent sleep time. He didn't go to work; he woke up at work. Sometimes he saw work files, evidence, and specimens at his house, with fading memory of when he got them. He was in a constant state of déjà vu.
"Oh right, I was working on that murder case," he said, falling onto his bed to sleep.
When he woke up, he was already at work, but he sparsely remembered coming to work, very tired and barely able to keep his eyes open. He almost got into an accident. He set his papers and tried to sleep for 10 minutes. He woke up 20 minutes later with coffee, brought by his partner, Daniel Irvin.