Last night one of my pretend people in Bunny Trouble solved a crime. And now, he is righteously pissed. As an upright and moral man, he wants to bring the bastard to justice and watch him squirm in court. As the warrior champion against evil, however, he wants to hunt the murderer down and rip out his heart.
It’s a moral quandary. Terrance lives in a sick society where the wicked go unpunished and there is no justice, only the illusion of justice (much like the difference between being safe and feeling safe). He has decided to take matters into his own hands, but I think he might get talked out of it. Convinced, if you will, to use The System to his own ends.
It was a great bit of writing, and I will take unholy delight in turning this cliché inside out after running it through a blender. For in my world, the victim has the final say. The world belongs to the living, but the dead sometimes have their revenge.
All this over a nice big glass of Little Bear Creek from Woodinville Wine Cellars. Damn I love being me.