[ WP ] '' Normally , justice is blind . But this is the man who makes Lady Law open one wretched eye . ''

As I stood over him in his beautiful bedroom, I stopped to consider what my life might look like should my actions tonight ever come to light. Cops do n't tend to live long, let alone well, in prison and there were more then a few people who would jump at the chance to jump me should I end up in a prison yard. This is not my job. My job is to bring people like this man into the light. I am not the man who ends your life in the shadows; I'm suppose to be the one who drags you into the light, I drag you into the day, so you may stand before your peers and even from behind her blindfold, lady luck may judge you. 
 
 A light snuffling pulls my wandering mind back from its thoughts, as the sleeping man shifts under his blankets. `` But you somehow always seem to bring the shadows with you.'' I think to myself, as I once again begin to consider the man sleeping in front of me. This man who's death is worth my life. 
 
 I'm a twenty-year-man, the kind that's seen stoners do a dime and killers walk free; and in a why, that's what's kept me going. Not that we all have the same fair chance of receiving the right sentencing, but that we all have to play by the same rules. We might not all be rich, but we all know that a better lawyer means a better chance of getting off. Because, while Lady Law might accept bribes, she was blind to who gave them. 
 
 But this man was different. He did n't work the system. See, he did n't play by the rules. He did n't bribe the first judge to let him off, he killed her as a warning to his second judge. He threatened and killed his way back onto the streets, and in doing so, he changed the rules. He made himself more then a man. 
 
 Another snore and the man rolls over to face me, his pale skin, his crooked nose, hell, in the moonlight even his closed eyes looked deceitful. Tommy Shrout, the man our city fears. But not for long. 
 
 I lift my hand up, placing the muzzle of my.357 against his cheek, and slowly begin tilting his head the other way, once again hiding his face; now just another nameless person. You made yourself into a God because you thought justice was blind -- I pull the hammer back and the noise begins to make him stir -- But for you? She'll open one wretched eye to make sure her aim is true. 
 

