In Love with a Criminal (Septiplier Story)

Prologue

He paced around in his cell, the cement walls giving a feeling of comfort. Carved onto the left wall, was a bunch of ticks, marking the days he's been here. Today was the day.

The day he would go home. Again. This is the third time he's been in prison: the first time being for murder, the second time being for part of a group that started a shooting in a local grocery store, and the third time for stealing thousands of dollars worth of jewelry from a jewelry store in a mall. Not once did he feel guilty for it. He's been hiding this from his friends since day one, and he plans to do so for a while.

He could hear the familiar jingle of the many keys attached to the ring where the police held them on their weapons belt. He saw the familiar uniform they wore as they came up to his door, unlocking it, swinging it open.

"Come with me. If I see your face in here again, you can bet your ass it'll be for life." Taking out his cuffs, he made the inmate turn around, placing his hands in the cuffs. Locking them up nice and tight, the policeman held him by the arms as he guided him to the court room. He could feel the eyes of every inmate staring right at them as they walked past. He was used to this, blowing the inmates off like annoying insects.

Once they reached the court room, the judge sat in their seat above them, police guards stationed at each exit of the room. The policeman that held him forced him to stand in front of the judges table.

"Mark Edward Fischbach, do you promise not to commit anymore crimes in the near future?" the judge began. "Should you do so again, you will be back in prison for an even longer period of time, possibly life."

Mark nodded once. "I promise to not commit anymore crimes in the near future."

The judge looked at him in the eyes. "Should you break this promise..I will see you back in here." Raising the hammer, he slammed it down, the policeman leading him outside to the gates wrapped in barbed wire to keep the inmates from escaping. They passed the break area which was also fenced off, the barbed wire swirling around the top. Giant spotlights were placed around the prison, none of them turned on.

Once they reached the gate, The policeman took off the cuffs around Mark's wrists.

"Don't I get a ride back home?" Mark asked.

The policeman gave him an annoyed look. "Your car was taken to the junkyard. Start walking."

Pulling the lever next to it, a loud buzz was heard before the gate opened up, revealing a long, winding road ahead of him.

"You seriously can't give me a ride?" Mark asked.

The policeman shook his head. "Nope. Now go. Hopefully I won't see you back in here again."

Pushing him out, the gate closed, leaving Mark staring at the road. His lips slowly curled into a smile, the one that always made people suspicious. Feeling his pocket, he grabbed the little pocket knife he snagged from the policeman before he got pushed.

"Oh you dumb bastards..." He said, putting it back. "I..am so not done."

He started walking back, silently laughing to himself.