~’Getting away with murder’~

Summary: Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness I need to calculate What creates my own madness And I’m addicted to your punishment […]

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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

Mulch stared at the blood on his hands dumbfounded. “I didn’t do this…..I didn’t mean it…” he whispered over and over again. His eyes stung as he saw the human child at his feet. The child’s neck has been broken and all Mulch could think about was an eternity in Jail. No friends. No family. What was a murderer to do? “No!” Mulch corrected himself. “I am NOT a murderer, it was an accident.” What was worse was that this happened to be one of Artemis’s little brothers, Beckett.

I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth I am
Getting away with murder
It isn’t possible
To never tell the truth
But the reality is I’m getting away with murder
(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away)

Mulch had to think fast. He had to get out of here, but how? How in the world do you escape from a genius? A genius with another genius to help him! “D’arvit!” swore Mulch. Again mulch looked at the blood on his hands. “Where did this come from? Beckett has no open wounds…” Mulch trailed off as he remembered what had happened the day before. Artemis had found a way to give his family members magic. Blue sparks danced around Beckett’s neck. Would he remember?
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
‘I have to get out of here, before he wakes and sees me!’ Mulch thought, terror seizing him. Mulch doubled his pace as he heard Beckett groan. He scurried out of the room and into the hallway. He looked right and left his eyes shifting like lightning. Anyone could be anywhere at anytime. ‘What if someone finds out? What if I get caught? What if Beckett remembers? What if I have another rage blackout?!’ Mulch thought. A series of scenarios ran through Mulch’s head.
I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth I am
Getting away with murder
It isn’t possible
To never tell the truth
But the reality is I’m getting away with murder
(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away)

Mulch stopped running and came up with another ‘what if’ “What if I get away with it?” he thought. Very suddenly Mulch became very ashamed. “What am I doing?” he asked aloud. “I should be helping him, not running from him.” Mulch turned on his heel and hurried back in Beckett’s direction. His haste however was not as swift as when he was leaving.
Getting away, Getting away, Getting away,
Getting away, Getting away, Getting away,
Getting away, Getting away, Getting away,
With murder

Mulch halted several times. All of the worst case scenarios popped up with every step he took. “This is ridiculous!” Mulch scolded himself under his breath. he quickened his pace and tried to shake thoughts from his head.

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

As Mulch stepped into Beckett’s room he drew in a sharp breath. There was Artemis Fowl the second standing over his brother, brow creased in worry. “Are you ok? You sure?” Artemis’s voice said over and over again. Mulch stumbled back. As if in a dream he walked forward and addressed Artemis, “I’m so sorry. It was my fault.” Mulch whispered.
I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth I am
Getting away with murder
It isn’t possible
To never tell the truth
But the reality is I’m getting away with murder
(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away)
Artemis stared at Mulch without expression. “You?” his quietly threatening voice hissed. Mulch was afraid to move but he had to nod. No Wisecracks this time. He couldn’t get out of this that easily.
I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth I am
Getting away with murder
It isn’t possible
To never tell the truth
But the reality is I’m getting away with murder
(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away)

“It was an accident wasn’t it?” Artemis asked, daring Mulch to say otherwise. Mulch nodded slowly awed by the understanding lurking beneath the ice in Artemis’s voice. Artemis treated Mulch to his best vampire smile. “Well my friend, it would appear you’ve just gotten away with murder.” Mulch shuddered involuntarily.

(I know it doesn’t make much sense so, Forgive me everyone. I’m a little Rusty, please don’t hold back reviewing however. Flamers are welcomed with open arms)

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8 responses to “~’Getting away with murder’~.” Join in!

  1. whooo hoo another story!
    i understanded it 🙂
    fresh idea no falmeres from me 🙂

  2. wow that was really good congrats on a job well done!!!!!!

  3. not many people write about mulch!!! i like it!!!

  4. Ok one question is Beckett dead?

  5. Good story, but you kinda left us standing there,could you write more.

  6. ive got shivers!!!!!!!! Spooky!!!

  7. wow that was good i liked the whole poem thingy it was good but you should continue the story i would definetly read it!!

  8. ArtemistheHunter March 19th, 2008 at 6:05 pm 8

    I can’t wait for the next Artemis Fowl book!

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