Justice

Very rarely does a man get to choose his lot in life. Especially one that lives in a wasteland like this.  No one can call where I call home a city. It’s a hole where even the hardest criminal’s fear where their next step might take them. My lot in life is to keep the scum of this place in line. I keep the decent safe at night. But the line isn’t as clear here as it is else where. Here the good the bad and the ugly are all one mass. You have to know where to look to find the real rotten apples so the whole barrel doesn’t go bad. The orders that come down from above to me arent’t for your petty criminal’s your thugs and money launderers. No….I’m justice made manifest…Not one of the pukes out there I get assighned to take down will never rest, As I allow no rest for the wicked…

Reviews

[Zebrina]

Bravo! It seems like the opening to a modern day suspense murder mystery type story. Even though i don't read those type of books this is a perfect beginning that would certainly hook me! How do you do it? *takes pen and paper* will you ever relinquish your writing secrets to the novices? =D