revenge #1

Chapter One

Written by Anthony Sherratt & Stewart CookArt & cover by Stewart Cook

Big thanks to Lucas House for all his support with Revenge.

Thanks to Joel VDK for his amazing cover artwork on the first print run. (for more of his awesome check out http://joelvdk.tumblr.com/)

Thanks to the ‘San Andreas’ for the genesis of this project, Anthony for getting me pages amidst a sea of nappies, cuddles and midnight feedings and to anyone who’s ever offered a word of support for my scribbles.

Revenge

Revenge and all characters are copyright Stewart Cook and Anthony Sherratt © 2013 - Second Printing

Baby your father must have been a thief,

cos...

f l amingoes bar. 2am.

hey Baby!

wanna go for a ride in

my car?

seriously! When you fell

from heaven god shed a tear!

I’m here to escort you to a world of

pure bliss.

ugh.. what the

fuck!!

never.

again!

the blood washes away so easily.

but not the memories...

never the memories...

this is bullcrap!

Look Martins, the mayor

has promised voters something will be done to curb the

violence.

You have two weeks to make

his johnson look bigger. be it Arrests, a plan

of action...

...hell even a safety tips sheet

for all I care, just get it done!

the 15th precinct.

First off Martins, head of

a special task force isn’t bullcrap and Second, this isn’t

a debate.

Anti-Violence Task Force?

What the fuck is that?

Aren’t we already

anti-violence or did I miss the

memo?

Seriously? You’re taking me off regular assignment

for this political handbag crap?

Do I at least get a

budget? staff? SWAT team?

You've got Taylor

and half a dozen uniforms.

Any idea where we start

this fantastic voyage Taylor?

I thought we could look for patterns!

I pulled fi F i les on recent

assaults, muggings and

rapes.

awesome.

or we could respond to a homicide call at

the f lamingo?

yeah, let’s do

that

Martins, I got someone

out here you might wanna talk

too.

f lamingos

uh... totally.

yeah I guess. I don’t really know anything,

just I was out with the girls and it was all god and this guy, the one who died, he was kinda all over me and it was a bit annoying, but I was dealing with it yeah and then this big guy, real big, like really solid,

a body builder or something, just turns around from his drink and

starts beating the shit out of this guy and then he throws him into the bathroom and I just didn’t want anything to do with it you know and then I’m

pretty sure I saw the big guy leave and then someone said that creepy guy

had died in the urinal and I just can’t believe it you know?

I’m so upset.

do you feel up to

walking me through what you saw

tonight?

ma’am I’m detective

martins and you’ve met detective

taylor.

LOL!

I think that about covers it. we’ve got your

details so you can go.

taylor, why is it that these

guys shorten all their written language to a bunch of indecipherable

letters and yet ask them a question and you

get an essay?

and A good morning to

you. who’s your guest was it him?

C’mon tommy! it’s been ages since

you’ve heard from, let alone seen him!

and from the sound of it you didn’t waste any time getting ‘re-acquianted’

Annie I don’t want

to talk about it.

Tommy!! Gossip is the

least I deserve! I haven’t even

seen him!

We hardly spoke, it was... he’ll be

back tonight. We’re going to talk then.

He’s already gone?

...I’m not sure if he’s really

returned.

It’s... look not

now...

It’s, he’s... different.

What? He’s norman bates now?

Did he tell you why he’s been gone so long?

Where’s he been?

it’s a slow burn.

a smolder.

this anger of mine.

i swore they’d pay.

they’d burn.

a slow burn.

so it hurts longer.

i catch him with his pants down. poor girl.

you never got your head around consent did you asshole?

that’s ok.

bingo.

i’m pretty sure you won’t consent to what I’m about to do either.

fuck you.

dumb move asshole!

dumb move asshole.

a picture tells a thousand words so they say.

well, you’re not the mona lisa, asshole.

but you do say something.

like a f i fty cent ‘get well’ card...

...to the sickness of this town.

dear assholes,

love and bullets...

...‘m’

you’re all going to die.

First print cover - released in 2011 Art by Joel van der knaap

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