Dark Justice
It's April in the year two thousand. An adolescent named Jarod is sitting at home in his trailer. Suddenly, an army of policeman barge in, wrestle him to the ground, and arrest him. He tries to ask what's going on, but is knocked out by a fierce blow to the back of the head. He wakes up in a jail cell, almost choking on his long black hair. He is a large boy. About 250 pounds and just under six feet tall. He sits up, trying to gather himself and figure out what he could have done to get there. He carefully stands up and walks to the bars of the cell. He yells for the guard. The old guard comes over slowly. "Why am I here?", Jarod asks. "Murder, my boy. Pretty gruesome if you ask me." "Murder? Of who?" Jarod replies. The guard says, "I don't know. I just know it takes something pretty bad for you to end up here already." "I haven't done anything." Jarod said. The guard walked away snickering. Jarod slumps back on his thin mattress of a bed trying to figure this out. He soon falls into a dreamless sleep. He awakes to another guard banging on his cell. "It's time boy." Jarod gets up and allows himself to be handcuffed. They unlock his cell and he's met with there more guards.
He is led down a corridor lined with cells. In each cell are adolescents not unlike him. Most have black or red hair and facial peircings. Each one wearing black. At the end of the corridor, they stop at a large iron door. He enters the door to see a small room with a glass window on one side and a chair in the middle. In the other room behind the window, he sees a slew of people, including his weeping mother, his neighbor who appears very angry, and people he recognizes from the few times he's gone to church. He is strapped into the chair. In the room behind the glass window, he sees someone run up to the glass, beating on it and screaming. It's his fiancée. Behind her, her mother clutches their child. "Would you like a cigarette?" the guard asks. "No, I don't smoke." Jarod replies. "What am I doing here?" The guard replies, "see that angry guy in there? You killed his son." Jarod replies angrily, "No I didn’t!! I didn't even know he had a son. Don't I even get a trial? What qualifies me as the killer?" The guard replied, "Simple...you wear black." and flipped the switch.
THE END
God save the closed-minded
Jareth Corvin