I knew I couldn't out run it but you remember that stupid voice? It seems to go away when ever there's real danger.
There wasn't much I could do the guy in cop car could drive pretty good.
Not that I cared my life literally depended upon getting out of this guys way.
Putting on an extra burst of speed I tore through the park and the field behind it running until I had set foot on the other side of the tracks.
I was back to being socy again.
A socy murderer with the name two bit
I nearly smiled. Not the nearly before that statement.
There wasn't a lot for me to smile about.
My pride and joy switchblade was gone, my baby sister was dead, I had killed the five guys who murdered her *not that I think it was a bad thing they deserved it* and now I was gonna spend the rest of my sorry life in jail. Or be killed by the government.
"well either way I'm dead…"
Life was looking pretty bleak right now.
that's when I did something stupid. I stood up turned back around and walked the whole way I'd ran. Past the tracks back to being a greaser. Past the field past the park right out to the road.
The cops had the road closed off. As if afraid I had another weapon and another victim in mind.
"there he is!"
It really was almost comical. The standard thing to do was hand cuff a guy. I got those and ankle cuffs.
Who ever heard of ankle cuffs? I wondered to myself. My life was still in a daze throughout the car ride and it didn't hit me I really was probably going to get the death sentence. I didn't cry or scream or try to do anything.
Because there aint a lot you can do in a jail cell.
There wasn't much I could do the guy in cop car could drive pretty good.
Not that I cared my life literally depended upon getting out of this guys way.
Putting on an extra burst of speed I tore through the park and the field behind it running until I had set foot on the other side of the tracks.
I was back to being socy again.
A socy murderer with the name two bit
I nearly smiled. Not the nearly before that statement.
There wasn't a lot for me to smile about.
My pride and joy switchblade was gone, my baby sister was dead, I had killed the five guys who murdered her *not that I think it was a bad thing they deserved it* and now I was gonna spend the rest of my sorry life in jail. Or be killed by the government.
"well either way I'm dead…"
Life was looking pretty bleak right now.
that's when I did something stupid. I stood up turned back around and walked the whole way I'd ran. Past the tracks back to being a greaser. Past the field past the park right out to the road.
The cops had the road closed off. As if afraid I had another weapon and another victim in mind.
"there he is!"
It really was almost comical. The standard thing to do was hand cuff a guy. I got those and ankle cuffs.
Who ever heard of ankle cuffs? I wondered to myself. My life was still in a daze throughout the car ride and it didn't hit me I really was probably going to get the death sentence. I didn't cry or scream or try to do anything.
Because there aint a lot you can do in a jail cell.
