Okay, this is my story! It's quite AU, and I think it's a one-shot, though I do not know...Do you? Well, DISCLAIMER! I don't own Urinetown, fi I did, I would die, becaue eI would have completed the best thing I could possibly do in life. Please, the usual, R&R!

ANGST WARNING: Yeah, it's pretty angsty.

"Your father told me about the size and purity of your heart...but he neglected to mention the size and purity of your beauty..."
"Does beauty have a size?"

"In some cultures...Miss, You may wish to be careful, being out so late. There is no telling what some people would do for a few coins..."

"Oh, I'm not afraid of any people, Officer..."

"Oh, really? Why not?"

"Well, because everyone has a heart. As long as you know that, you need never fear a soul..."

"Everyone? Even criminals?"

"Of course!"

"Even policemen?"

I stood on the balcony alone, Madame Barrel and gone home, leaving me with my thoughts...

And what thoughts I had...

How dare he even talk to her? He was nothing but Ms.Pennywise's assistant at the amenity! Not remotely worthy of the company he was in...But, it is not as though I could stop him, it would trigger an explosion in the people, he was their hero after all!

Normally, that would have soured my mood, but I was lightly comforted.

I was one of those cops he so hated...hated for the 'repression;' of his people...and, of course, for the murder of his father, but he didn't know about that yet. He only thought we carted that bastard old man off to, what was it? Ah yes, the gleaming spires...

All in good time I told myself...All in good time...

And then, of course, she'd be mine, as she rightly should.

Little did I know that I was only partly right.

He would pay, in the same way his father had...but before that, this boy, for that is really what he was, would start a revolution, driving the elite, including myself, into hiding.

And, as I hid from said revolution, cold and sick in the same uniform I am wearing now, only the thought of the one kiss I had given her hand would comfort me...

Alas, I didn't know this, and went on hating him furiously.

I didn't know, as well, that I was chewing on my pinky, like a kid with emotional problems. By the time I noticed, I will have bitten through my glove, and be bleeding quite profusely.

The pain, for the moment though, was minimal, doing nothing to distract me from the pain in my heart which, without warning, increased tenfold. It knocked me to my knees, and I knelt their weakly for a moment. I felt like crying...but, that was ridiculous, I'm evil, right? I don't cry . My ears picked up, a second later, why it hurt ...

She was singing for him...

When darkness surrounds you

And you lose your way

You have your own compass

That turns night to day

And it's even with you

Before you depart

Be still, hear it beating

It's leading you

Follow your heart

I looked down to her, in all her purity and beauty, and I realized how heavily indeed my hand was bleeding...I also saw him listening ,with a face of pure awe...but how could he have anything but awe for her? It was disgusting...

I felt as though my heart had broke into a thousand pieces...It as not as though I was unloved, Madame Barrel's infatuation with me proved that...but I was unloved by her, and she meant so much more.

I laughed...softly at first and through my tears, but it gradually go stronger...

I've been told I had an evil laugh...but what was evil nowadays? Only these things...

Only Him.

Do I continue?If I do, I might do one-shots from other people's perspectives, or I might give it a plot...hn... Please give an opinion, and thank you for reading!

-Silver Strife