Summary: First it was for self-defense but then she got the thrill of their screams the blood that drench her hands. Lucy didn't get away with murder once but five times and now it's her time to kill a dark guild with her team. They stared at her with horror the blood on her hands and face that insane smile sent shivers down their spins. They didn't know her she was a whole different person and now she's alone and wants revenge.
I don't own Fairy Tail or Papa Roach Lyrics! Hope you like.
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Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calculate
What creates my own madness
And I'm addicted to your punishment
And you're the master
And I am waiting for disaster
I was walking home my hums filled the silent air and I started to skip with my hips swaying with my movement. Katy Perry Firework was repeating in my head and my steps started to go with the beat. A smile broke across my face as I saw my apartment in the clearing. Something went over my mouth to muffle my screams and I was pulled into a dark ally.
I feel irrational, so confrontational
To tell the truth again
I'm getting away with murder
And is it possible to never tell the truth?
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder
(Getting away, getting away, getting away)
I felt a hand on my thigh taking my keys and throwing them out of the ally they splashed into a mud puddle. My eyes were wide with horror and anger, I started to struggle. I bit the hand and I stumble forward I quickly spun around to look at the kidnapper.
I drink my drink and I don't even want to
I think my thoughts when I don't even need to
I never look back 'cause I don't even want to
And I don't need to
Because I'm getting away with murder
He was tall and well-built his brown hair was flat and his silver eyes glared at me. I looked for my keys but I wasn't fast enough because he launched himself at me my eyes widen with fear. I took a few steps dodging him barely my whip felled off when I dodged. I was weaponless and I couldn't use my magic.
I feel irrational, so confrontational
To tell the truth
I am getting away with murder
And is it possible to never tell the truth?
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder
(Getting away, getting away, getting away)
(Getting away, getting away, getting away)
(Getting away, getting away, getting away with murder)
"What no girly? You're powerless" he sneered
"Why are you doing this?" I shuttered
"You looked so happy back there so I thought I might as well break you"
He lunched himself at me again and I went under his arm and kicked his back making his face hit the wall. I put my hands and fighting stance my eyes glared daggers at the kidnapper. How man has he killed or raped? I grit my teeth as my mind raced. A light bulb went over my head and I quickly pulled out a small dagger. I pointed it at the man and he smirked he let out a few chuckles and step forward.
Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calculate
What creates my own madness
And I'm addicted to your punishment
And you're the master
And I am craving this disaster
"You won't hurt me" he stated
"How are you so sure?" I asked
"You're a useless girl. Just face it boys are more smarter, faster, stronger, and more capable of doing these things" he deadpanned
I took a step back and step forward his woofy smirked played across his face taunting me. I let out a snarl how dare this man say those things! Girls are capable to being like those things and doing those things. Sexist bastard!
I feel irrational, so confrontational
To tell the truth
I am getting away with murder
And is it impossible to never tell the truth?
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder
(Getting away, getting away, getting away)
"Well I guess I'll show you what a girl is capable of right here and right now" I hissed
I got my dagger in position, both hands on the black handle and my feet in run position. He spread his arms out and mocking smile played on his pale face and I finally realized who this creep was. All those poor little girls he raped and killed he should burn in hell and I'll send him off. I ran toward him with a war cry filling the air. The dagger plunged into his chest and I quickly pulled it out his body hit the ground and he hold the wound. He screamed out in pain somehow it was music to my ears.
"You bitch!" he roared
I went over top of him and started to stab him repeatedly five in his stomach three more in his chest. My once clean hands where now stain with splotches of blood it started to rain and I just stared at the dead body. I shakily stood up and looked at the dead body. I Lucy Heartfilia just killed a wanted criminal named Rapper Smith who killed twenty little kids ages eight through ten. I took a step back and grabbed my keys and whipped and ran. I went into my apartment and slammed the door I locked the windows and doors and closed the blinds. I grabbed some clothes and hurried into the bathroom I put the dagger back under the tub and started the bath. I cleaned myself up and looked at the mirror. I just got away with murder.
I feel irrational, so confrontational
To tell the truth
I am getting away with murder
And is it possible to never tell the truth?
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder
Song: Getting Away with Murder by Papa Roach