"That is why I've come to you, Ambrose D'Agosto. The world is too big for me to handle alone. But you," she raised her walking stick and jabbed into the air, catching Ambrose in the gut "You've always dreamed of changing the world. Saving it. Yet a common criminal from New York stole that opportunity from you. You were short changed by a simple con man."
"So I should have asked for more?" Ambrose gasped the question through his teeth and his pain.
"So much more, Ambrose. You are a child of destiny." Justice raised her walking stick above her head and swirled it in the air for effect. On its way back down, it cracked Ambrose dead center on the top of his skull. Justice didn't seem to notice, but Ambrose was convinced that her seeing eye dog was laughing at him.
"I knew I should have asked for a hundred and fifty." Ambrose straightened back up, rubbing his temples. The shame of his poorly thought out deal with Duane Richards caused him physical pain. The way the dog's eyes flashed at him, lit only by the creature's internal luminescence and cutting through the nothingness hurt him all the more. Ambrose wasn't quite sure whether to classify the dog's expression as contempt, pity, malice or humor. He took the only logical route in response. He stuck his tongue out at the mutt when he thought Justice might not be watching.
"Yeah, whatever. Let's stay on topic, Ambrose." Justice swept out her stick again, smashing Ambrose in the shin. "The world needs a hero, Ambrose. The world needs you. It needs you to be my angel of vengeance keeping peace in the most important city in the world." Ambrose was positive now that the breathy sounds the dog had started making were the closest the canine could manage to a chuckle.
“I see.” said Ambrose, who didn’t see at all.
“First things first, Ambrose. You must find justice for yourself.”
“Myself?”
“Right.”
“Haven’t I found you?” Ambrose rubbed his shin with one hand and his chin with the other. Justice seemed displeased. “Or does it not count because you found me?” Justice sighed when she heard that. “Is seeking justice like Hide ‘n Seek? Or tag? I was pretty good at those.” Worse and worse. Justice groaned to herself.
“Look, In order to free you from your worldly connections and to train you for the great destiny that waits for you, you must find the man who murdered you, and visit justice upon him.”
“That sounds like a lot of work.” Ambrose whined. Justice shook her head slowly, as if in disbelief.
“Obviously talking to you will do no good. I’ll simply have to push you out of the nest. Good luck, Mr. D’Agosto.” Then Justice turned and walked as quickly as she could in the opposite direction, quickly fading into the nothingness, leaving Ambrose unhappy, tired, confused, a little thirsty, itchy, and lonely on top of it all.
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