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HER VENGEANCE
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"Vengeance is for the Lord, but guess who was made in the image and likeness of God...me!" Said angry Clay as she angrily drove out of the police station.

Chapter 1 Breaking News

Vengeance is for the Lord, but guess who was made in the image and likeness of God... me!

I don't say that to be cocky. It's simply the truth. If the Lord reserves the right to mete out justice, to weigh hearts and cut down the wicked, and if I am crafted in His likeness-well, it only makes sense that some of those tendencies might just trickle down.

It started on a Wednesday.

Rain battered the sidewalks like fists pounding on a locked door. I hunched my shoulders against it, coat drawn tight, mind spinning. The call had come an hour earlier: my sister was dead. My only sister.

Not a car accident.

Not an illness.

Murder.

The word lodged in my chest like a splinter. No matter how many times I coughed or swallowed, it stayed there, prickling, itching,burning.

At the station, the detective-Rama, badge shining too cleanly-gave me the look. You know the one: a downward slant of the mouth, a soft, practiced sorrow in the eyes. A sympathy manufactured for daily use.

"We're doing everything we can, Ms. Clay," he said.

Sure you are, I thought out loudly.

But "everything" wasn't enough. Plus, when was the last time a citizen of Koala was served justice?

Murder cases here and there. It's okay, Mr. Rama and his counterparts are doing "everything" they can.

Her name was Macreen.

She had been a sunshine wrapped in denim and leather, a soft laugh in a hard city. And someone had taken her from me, from us, and now the system was busy running its slow, clumsy fingers through the details, through her life.

Her mother, my mum, was fighting for her life in the beeping machines of the hospital. "Not my Macreen," she faintly murmured before collapsing on her desk when the ugly news got to her.

My dad, the only hero we knew growing up had been dead for seven months now.

Cause of death,excessive bleeding from a stab in the neck.

Who stabbed him? The police are still doing "everything" they can to bring the perpetrator to book.

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