Thread: [D&D] Revenge Has Never Tasted Sweeter;;

Winter 2009, Los Angeles. The sun rarely peered through the thick clouds on that day in the middle of February. Chilly, ruthless wind stroke thin trees, blowing about occasional drops of water and dead leaves. Somehow, nature seemed to be mourning along with the crowd reunited at the cemetary, the day as 'perfect' for the occasion as it could be. In front of the dreaded hole in the ground stood dozens of people some wore a light blue outfit, others were simply dressed in black, a large star spangled banner spread accross the cover. Slowly, through sobs and murmurs, the wooden box was lowered to the ground and soon disappeared underneath layers of earth. Men hugged the crying women, gently dragging them towards the numerous cars that drove off and left the young man behind. Many words were exchanged into the emptiness, out of mere politness, praising the deceased and attempting to offer comfort to his parents, yet nothing could change the harsh reality two months after having turned thirty Jacob Blake, a valued investigator has been killed during an operation. Among the mourning stood a frail female that bore a simple black dress that reached down her knees, uncovering a part of her slim legs and hugged her small waistline, full breasts and curvascious form. Her long dark hair was partially hidden by a silky scarf, her steel colored eyes tired and still red from crying. At that very moment, however, she appeared to be completely numb and torn out of the present. Memories played in front of her eyes - things that would most likely haunt her forever. The friends of the family assumed that she was a lover, a friend or perhaps even the fiance of the male from the grief that could be read in her eyes they weren't completely wrong although most of all Elisabeth Trent was his partner. Of course, their relationship wasn't always purely professional lovers, friends, he represented her family and mentor, being her all at the same time. She wasn't sure whether she loved him or not to the point of speaking of marriage or even a relationship yet she knew that she would get revenge on the person that sent him where he was. She glanced down at the tomb, finally coming back to herself as she heard noises around her. People have almost all left, only the policemen remaining, sticking together until the very end. ''Goodbye, Jay,'' she whispered softly, her melodious and gentle voice sounding low and hoarse. Then, with the rest of power remaining in her body she tore herself away from the cemetary and walked down to her car. People spoke to her, yet she didn't even bother replying everything appeared pointless at that moment. Whatever they said or did wouldn't bring him back. And it was her fault. Biting down on her lower lip to push away the tears that were once again forming, she shook her head, trying to chase away the flashback. However, it persisted, strong and clear in her head. She was fighting one of the members of the gang as she heard a shot. Ending her battle with one of her own, she ran towards the warehouse where Jacob was only to discover his body. Alone, still warm, dead. She kneeled next to him, tried to perform CPR and everything else she knew yet it was too late. After that, everything was hell. Papers, people calling, talking - the next moment she was in the hospital. Her visible wounds quickly healed yet her heart never ceased bleeding. For days, she stayed at home and her boss understood. He even encouraged her to do so, understanding and comforting as a father. For days, she questioned her choice. She was only twenty eight, a beautiful woman in great shape. She could have followed her deceased mother's advice, went into acting, modeling or simply gotten married. Instead, she decided to bring justice to the world - as though her innocent and righteous beliefs would actually turn out to be dominant against the society. Now, there was nothing but revenge left to fight for. Torn out of the flashback by a hand on her shoulder, Elisa turned around, facing her friend. ''You okay?'' The officer wondered, receiving a nod. ''I'll be right there. I need to talk to the boss,'' she spoke softly and swiftly moved away, walking up to the older man with as much grace and pride as possible, pretending to be unharmed. ''Sir, I need to speak to you,'' she started, her voice rather steady yet clearly taking her much effort to manage. ''I want to go undercover, I want them behind the bars - for everything they did. Especially the bastard that killed Jay,'' she finished in a hiss, without taking much time to speak about emotions or grief she was certain the male too was experiencing.