(30 years ago.)<br/><br/>A young boy and his father walked through the alley way, carrying a surprisingly large amount of groceries for the father's meager salary. Though the boy was only twelve, he was almost the same height as his father, something they constantly joked about. "Hey dad, where'd you get the money for all this grub?" The boy asked, clearly delighted to have more than cabbage for dinner. "Proper grammar child, and I did a side job for a friend of mine that payed pretty good, might even get us through the month before we're back to eating trash." The man said with a smile, as two shadows approached from behind.<br/><br/>Two men walked up behind the pair, wearing the usual cop attire with ugly grins on their faces. "Hey, are you Patrick Mcfinnigan?" The one on the left asked, who was rather fat and short compared to his tall, thin partner. "We need to have a conversation with you, kapeesh?"<br/><br/>A grimace spread across the man's face as he turned to the officers, and he looked them straight in the eye with a lack of care. "Aiy, me name is Patrick Mcfinnigan, and what is it you exactly want with my preciosu time?" The man asked, clearly understanding what the situation was about.<br/><br/>The pair of cops grinned, pulling there batons out slowly from their belts. "We'll just need a couple minutes of your time, the boy can stay or leave." The fat cop said, a sadistic look glaring in his eyes.<br/><br/>The man turned to his son, knowing whatever happened would not end well. "Shamus, get back to the pub with the groceries, I'll be out of here in a bit. Go on now child, don't let your siblings grow hungry." Patrick said with sigh, hugging his son before shooing him off to the pub.<br/><br/>Shamus walked back to the bar to deliver the groceries, and waited their for an hour before going to check on his father. When Shamus arrived on the scene, the image was to gruesome for even him to bear. Patrick Mcfinnigan lay broken on the ground, his limbs twisted in strange angles, and his head dripping blood on the diry covered alley. Shamus swiftly ran up to his father, realizing that the man was still barely alive.<br/><br/>Patrick looked up at his son with caring eyes, clearly waiting to give one last message before he faded away. "There is no good and bad Shamus, simply just and unjust, and the law will always be unjust until it's purged of its demons."<br/><br/>As the last words of Patrick Mcfinnigan left his mouth, a father, husband, and working man left the world's burdens on his young son.<br/><br/>(The cop that Shamus had strangled right before the beginning was the fat cop, and he is still looking for the tall bastard 30 years later.)