Crazy,but that’s how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe it’s not too late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate

Artemis sat on his bed thinking it all over. He needed to stop this.

He could but there was the part of his mind that thrived on being a criminal.

still…

Mental wounds not healing
Life’s a bit a shame
I’m going off the rails on a crazy train

He sighed. This wasn’t really a good time to be thinking things over.The plane was leaving in ten minutes after all. This is absolutely insane. He had never gone through with something this… well… profitable?

I’ve listened to preachers
I’ve listened to fools
I’ve watched all the dropouts
Who make their own rules
One person conditioned to rule and control
The media sells it and you live the role

Then he thought of people influencing him, even if he didn’t know it.

His mother and father.

Mulch even.

And of course Holly.

Then again, this was his decision. his only. The only one who could fully control himself. The person who he trusted the most. Himself.

Mental wounds still screaming
Driving me insane
I’m going off the rails on a crazy train

They would never know, thought Artemis.

One quick flight. One quick deal. One quick metric ton of gold.

There was still another side of him though, and it was screaming: exploitation!!
I know that things are going wrong for me
You gotta listen to my words
Yeah

No one seemed to notice this other side ever though. They seemed to think of him as pure evil. But no. He wasn’t pure evil per say. There were some things that he would never do for gold. He looked over to his nightstand. One of the drawers had a gun in it. For minor protection, Butler had said. Artemis could never pull the trigger though.
Heirs of a cold war
That’s what we’ve become
Inheriting troubles I’m mentally numb
Crazy, I just cannot bear
I’m living with something that just isn’t fair

I have too much stress, he thought. This deal is going to cause more. I can’t think rationally anymore. I simply have too many problems and troubles. The 10% part of him that was teenager wanted to bang his head against a table screaming. But this part was ignored. As usual.

Mental wounds not healing
Who and what’s to blame
I’m going off the rails on a crazy train

Well, there was no one else to blame except him when things went wrong he reasoned. But things won’t go wrong he thought as he stepped into the Lear Jet off on his business meeting with Jon Spiro.

Some other stories by therealanswer:

• I'm back (sorta?)
• BLOCKED!
• Wooo! an update! *doing the wave*
• a really short poem about Artemis's mental break-down =)
• AF6:The Time Paradox--------------------------------fan version