Stealing Isn't A Crime

by DemiAngel75

This Story is a compilation of many different ideas from many different people. I am however, creating new characters throughout this story to mix in with the characters I am borrowing for the use of this story. Any character from any story that I take that character from is not mine, hence I do not intend nor do I wish to make money off of someone else's Ideas. Enjoy the story.

Stealing Isn't A Crime

Prologue

School is in a way

In a certain perspective

Detrimental to your health

Ignorance runs rampant

Fists fly willingly

Voices are raised without care

Spit, testosterone and fear

Are our friends

At Indium High.

This Place expects us to fend for ourselves

Like demons exploring the wilderness

If you don't watch your back nobody is going to do it for you

English is studied

But no one finds the time

To use it correctly.

So I bide my time

Till' the final bell rings

Fresh Spit is thrown my way

I use my wings of the subconscious

To leave evil be.

My soul lingers in the realm of the imaginary

But I am dragged back into hell

by the physical realm.

I can long for freedom from hell as much as I want

As long as I don't escape

There are no problems.

"Get your hands off me bringer of suffering"

Pouring a ocean of salt all of the gaping wound.

"Is that all Lacuna, Is that the limitation of your anger?"

I slap the devil away, yet he wants more

The suicidal spiral of death

Begins with a twitch.

He says that I don't deserve the air I breathe

That I should suffer how he suffers

I shall Not, I retort

I smack him to the ground for the last time

The policemen quickly gain the upper hand in the situation

And drag both of us to the deepest, darkest lair within the school

The central hub of pain.

The bell rings once more

But there is no leaving

You broke it

Now you are gonna have to buy it

Nope, gonna rain check this one I say

Trash starts to speak again

But the policeman shuts it up quickly.

But of course I'll take the fall, because someone has to.

If not me, then who?

The Fool never takes responsibility.

The Chief of police/warden of Indium High

Speaks the same thoughts as his underlings

The Fool says something "My name is Fardo."

Whatever kid, blah blah blah blah.

Just throw me back into my hell where I belong.

The teacher speaks some more useless phrases

Something about hard work and honesty

That hands are for holding not hitting

If the world ran on principles such as these

There would be no need for your words sir.

Gotta realise that

Sometimes we gotta hold a brick to bring peace to ourselves

And that

You are just wasting your time.

A Demon is a demon no matter what size halo you give it.

Me and Fardo are forced to apologize to each other

All the while really saying

I'll be watching my back, you better watch yours