Cover story 55: Hidden between jail and home
A new system was implemented a bounty system. Previous kingpins had a bounty of millions to tare them down you could either choose to go to jail for commiting a small crime or choose to work for the government as a citizen because the henchmen under the kingpin were worth the same as the big bad. As the people are running amuck commiting felonies just to be working with the system. Because the government does not pay unless you are a member of the system who is a felon.
The couple we seen before let's call them with made up names ... like ... Laura and Leith, who are seen running away questioning why they ever started. But how else were they gonna get food and live by, Laura in distress over the fact they took her family away after her dads passing, and Leith trying not to be sold after being massacred.
They ran like animals across town, since it was a new system there weren't as many out to get them like the upcoming age
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Something twisted inside of me yesterday, was I sick? No, I found lifes new angels. I found out what fun meant and what it meant to dominate in that field of work, I let the inner me speak because that was easiest. What is work, why work, I quit, I quit, I quit, I QUIT. The words kept ringing in my head after all the work I put in, no rest, nothing getting better, I gave up on my dream, the dream of working and things of winning. Police win, heroes win, criminals lose and so do I. That man I met on the dumpster and that dream day kept telling me I can never change and no matter how much I say no to his words I always end up listening. Not the dream of winning. Because I was simply playing adult all my life, why else did I stab my arm, adults hurt themselves in books and in fights everyday. Why become an adult if nobody in my life lived long enough to teach me how to become an adult, nobody died in the past I said to myself ... only cowards believe those lies. They were all locked up in prison ... yeah they are all prison inmates and I am just a kid.
Never knew how much a child Malfonz was either, he eats sweets three times a day, has a snack on him at home. Reading stories instead of working, he is just playing pretend, pretend actor, and pretend life, but I hated him because noone in his family had to go to prison like mine did. He never killed them he was just athletic and caught them ... remember games like these, like cowboys and indians ... now it's my turn and turns out he's a lazy loser. My family is in prison, a prison I don't know of, maybe they are alive. And that thought keeps me going, I like that thought, makes me believe nothing bad ever can happen, but also makes me not wanna see where they are in case my judgment… shut up me.
Am I crazy, crazy for living inside his walls in my dream planning something so so dumb, even if I was an idiot would I care, no, so why bother. He's out for the day for some errands after morning, so I always shifted something day by day thinking it would screw his head up not knowing where anything was. Those dreams I yearn to go back too. But they were so vivid I ended up too scared to even move and couldn't even hide at his place just stuck inside my house. The thought of him scrambling because maybe he put his keys somewhere else, make me believe maybe he was scared knowing he suspected someone of being in his house but never where and how. But one thought rang even now ... if I can destroy a man like that, I will gain both a minion and a vaccine. But he never died, he never took his life he kept living ... he was supposed to DIE.
Me reminicing about step two of hos stealing and putting his clothes under his bed ... how that would mess him up, but just the thought of him being out there made my legs so numb I could mistake them for not being there. Would he have noticed if I continued that routine ... in my dream I kept asking, let him notice day by day all the damages. I partake in the game of cat and mouse, by dressing up as a granny who sits next to him day by day screwing with him ... destroying him from the inside out ... if I made sure to fit it in and still make it back in time. But nothing worked.
No matter what I did I made a fool of someone and I always paid for the consequences ... she died. This time it was me ... but they must be alive ... I want revenge but it is so so far for me ... what else can I keep fighting for anymore ... my body won't even let me. I changed, I was never a coward ... just me sitting in my own silence and inside this hollow building of mine without a drop of color making me unique. It all made my throat swell up telling me YELLING AT ME I was a pathetic man still hung over ... telling me I just wanna cry myself to sleep ... my pride just barely holding it away. Fin.