Silver Tears..Prelude..

Prelude..


How can I change the world? She thought. It is such a scary place. How can I be the ripple that brings about joy instead of pain? So much pain in this world and so much with in me.

She leaned back and looked out the window at the fading light.
Another day had gone by and here she was still alone. Still guarding her heart, in a already heartless world. What good was she really doing by being so cold?

Her hand pressed against the windowsill and the heat from the fading sun seeped into her palm. She wished she could pull that heat into her heart. The faint scar on her neck throbbed signaling she had, had a really bad day. She laid her forehead on the glass as tears roll down her face. How many people would she have to see die? Why did death of a known one, make you feeling like a walking ghost? You could close your eyes and see their face and hear their laugh, and know no matter what, you'd never see either in flesh again. A sob built up in her and she shivered.

What had her life became and how? She remembered being that child of so long ago, who still believed in happily ever after and fairy tales. Now that little girl was gone leaving only an empty hole where there had once been joy. Tears rolled down her face. Days like today reminded her why that little girl had faded away. She tucked her short red hair back from her face and looked at her mostly green eyes with flecks of brown in them. Cat eyes her dad had called them. Thinking of him made her suck in a breath.

How long had he been gone? Had it really been three years? Yes a drunk driver had killed them three years ago, him and her mother. Both beautiful lights gone from this world with no real answers. Just an empty bottle. As a rule she did not drink because of it. She was twenty- three with nothing but an elegant apartment and a badge. After their death she had decided that she would become something to assure no one else ever had to bury their parents like that again. Not that it had truly happen, but each time she stopped a drunk from getting behind the wheel or pulled one over before they had killed someone. It had made the pain in her heart better. She was a darn good cop, but days like today, it was not enough.

She closed her eyes and stood. Her body hurt and she moved slowly. She had taken quiet a beating. It had not been enough to save her partner though. Enough to save the little girl but not her partner. James, with his deep brown eyes and the warm laugh. Jessica his beautiful wife and their two boys Jake and Tim. Twins both barely three, god bless it. What now?

She closed her eyes and could hear James screaming at the perp.
"Put down the gun and let the little girl go."

She had snuck up behind the man. The little girls whimpers of fear tearing at her heart.
Just hold on little one we are going to save you. She had chanted over and over in her head.

The perp was dirty and slightly high. He had been contracted by a powerful man, Nicholas Vincent, to take this little girl so her parents would bow to him. She was inches from the man when he turned his head. Seeing her his eyes went startled. She tackled him. It hurt bad. Nails and broken items cut into her clothes.

They rolled on the floor. She had screamed at the little girl to run outside to the waiting cops. Thank the lord the little girl had listened. The man punched her over and over. Though she was trained and in good shaped. He was still bigger then her and it had hurt. She went for the gun and slammed his hand over and over trying to break his hold. He growled in rage and pushed on the trigger. It hit the ceiling above her and a piece fell down hitting her. She saw stars and blood dripped into her eyes. He rolled up and and pointed the gun at her.

"Now you die dog."
He hissed at her and spittle came out of his dirty lips, his pale eyes where unbalanced and empty.

She heard James roar and the gun jerk at him. It was like slow motion, She screamed and moved as fast as she could, but by the time she had pulled her own gun and pulled the trigger. It was to late. The perp fell back, but James had taken one to the chest.

She crawled to him screaming.
"COP DOWN DEAR GOD HELP ME."

She held him in her arms, shivering trying to force him to live, but had failed he died in that disgusting room with her holding on to him.


She sank to the floor as the sobs finally broke free. She curled into a ball on her floor and her cries of pain echoed in the apartment. Her cat Silverstar came to her rubbing against her purring. As if to say I am still here and I love you. She pulled the purring cat to her and finally her sobs subsided.

"I am going to find that bastard and nail him to the floor."
She whispered against her cat's fur.
"He'll pay for James death."

She held the cat to her as she walked to the bedroom. She placed her on the huge bed and slipped off her clothes. She placed her badge and gun on the table. Her bloody jeans and torn blouse, where discarded on the floor to be thrown away later. Violent bruises marred her body and her lips where torn. She flinched at the haunted face.

"You will pay."
She wiped off her tears and soaked in very hot bath.
"Some way some how, you're going down Nicholas Vincent."