City of Justice

City of Justice City of Justice

Status: Finished

Genre: Thrillers

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Status: Finished

Genre: Thrillers

Summary

Crime has existed since the beginning of time. Sometimes we wish could do something, and sometimes there are some of us who do.

Summary

Crime has existed since the beginning of time. Sometimes we wish could do something, and sometimes there are some of us who do.

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Submitted: March 14, 2013

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The human cockroaches that inhabit this city spread like pestilence. Little by little they corrupt the decent, ethical citizens and turn them to their brand of filth. Every day the reports of rape, murder, violence and all other sorts of abominable acts fill the news broadcasts. Yet no one lifts a finger to improve the quality of life.

Our so called city administration turns a blind eye to the troubles of every day civilians. They expect us to move on and simply ignore the deaths at our doorsteps. Our law enforcement allows these horrible acts to continue, and sometimes they even partake in the action. This whole city has gone to damnation.

If anyone ever dares complain they disappear in a matter of days. I remember this one guy; his name was Jenkins or something, complained about these gang members in front of his house. Last time anyone saw Jenkins, well, he was taking a dip in the city river short two pieces of crucial male equipment. Worst things have been done, but I hope you get the repugnant picture.

I used to be like these poor sobs. Everywhere I went I turned a blind eye to the corruption around me, until one day I just couldn’t live with it anymore. Funny how that works, one day you’re a normal law abiding citizen, and the next you’re knee deep in criminal blood and entrails. I decided to take a more direct approach to the problem, and I’ve never looked back.

Some say I’m fucked up in the head. The media paints me as this psychopathic madman that has no regard for human life. Truth is this city sucked the regard for human life right out of me. I think I’m kind of sick; I sometimes get off to the look of fear in those scrum bags eyes before I deal them the same hand they’ve dealt so many good people. I don’t extend them any mercy, they’re not human, and they’re just cockroaches that need to be squashed.

I can’t remember the last time I slept. What I call sleep is probably drastically different from your definition of it. My definition of sleep involves a bottle of premium vodka, some grade-a-vintage porn, and a cold spring mattress that digs into my back like the claws of a rabid raccoon. The only thing about this putrid urban environment that I enjoy is the night sky. Sometimes I lie on a roof and pretend I’m in a different place, even if it is for just a few minutes.

I’m getting a bit off track. These will probably be my last words. The cops know where I am and I’m pretty much trapped here. In a few minutes they will probably bust through that door and turn me into Swiss cheese with their semi-automatics. I knew this would be the final stop on this joyride I’ve taken.

These words are just the ramblings of a madman, or the insight of the only man who cared enough to die for his city. It’s up to you to decide I suppose. It’s time for me to clock out; I think I hear the armed loyal soldiers of a rotten to the core group of public servants approaching. I have no fucking regrets, I’ll die but I won’t be dying alone, ha-ha. 


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