"The jury rules in favor of the defendant.'"

Anger.

All he could feel was anger.,

The old, dusty courtroom stood silent. Not a single word was spoken after the verdict was given. The Man suddenly fixated his eyes on the young Deputy standing in the witness box.,

The words "You liar! You no good liar!" suddenly rang around the courtroom.

The worn oak desk below the man shook as battered his fists against the surface of it.,

"You'll pay for this!" the man shouted at the deputy before turning his head towards the jury "You'll all pay for this!"

The judge, in an attempt to defuse the situation proceeded to call out "Could someone escort Mister Reaver of the prosecution outsi-",

"And you," the enraged man interrupted. His dark brown eyes were now glaring at the tattooed gangster sitting at the defendants table, "Don't think your safe now kid, because I promise you, your days are numbered!"

The next thing the man knew he was sitting in a cold detainment cell of the nearby police department, for an apparent breach of the peace. In the calmness of his small concrete cell he began to think back. It had been almost 14 months since her death, shot by that tattooed animal in the courtroom for refusing to give him her diamond wedding ring.

Memories of earlier court hearings, news coverage and public sympathy flooded the mans mind, but they were irrelevant. The only memory that mattered was the night when he saw the murderer with the young deputy. A suitcase was opened and shown to the deputy, who nodded gleefully. The next day the Deputy came out and announced he was a witness, claiming that the defendant was innocent. Feeling betrayed and disgusted by what he had witnessed, the widower reported the incident to the authorities. Having no significant evidence, the police threw the corruption allegation against the Deputy away, saying the man was delusional after such a traumatic event as the murder of his spouse.

The man had realised that the Police Force had failed him, and presumably, many before him.

He was later released from detainment after a physiologist decided his courtroom outburst was due to major stress and extreme emotional damage.


After arriving distraught at his house, letter after letter of sympathy came through the mans mailbox regarding the verdict, as if to taunt him over and over again about the court-room loss.,

It was 3 months before he ,stepped outside his small flat into the public again. Strange delivery vans came and went during this time, much to the neighbors intrest and suspicion. People began to worry for his health, both mentally and physically, and there was a few that believed he had actually killed himself.

But on the mans emergence from the flat at am that fateful Saturday morning, that it had became clear to his neighbors that the once cheerful, happily married junior doctor had changed. A man wearing a tidy black suit, a pair of shiny black leather shoes and and a pair of expensive black sunglasses strolled out, heading for a glossy PCJ.

"The lawbreaking scum of this country have ruined my life." He thought to himself as he looked at a small picture of his beloved wife.

"But that doesn't mean I'm going to let them ruin someone elses.."