A/N: Woot! Second chapter, hopefully your eyes aren't burning out of their sockets reading this. Merry Christmas everybody!

Disturbed- Innocence

Who is innocent? No one is innocent
Who is innocent?
Who is innocent? No one is innocent
Who is innocent?

Michael watched teenagers dressed in odd costumes strut passed his house.

Some of them pointed in awe and fear at the house. One of them caught his eye,

she looked just like his older sister. Anger filled him instantly.

Who is innocent? Is it relevant in the world today?
I shake my head in disbelief
The killer walks again, freed by evil men in their dark charade
This can't be happening

His dear older sister look alike, giggled at something the young man standing next to her said as they gazed at the house.

They started trekking closer to his house. Michael had to resist a laugh that bubbled up his throat.

Oh, lucky day.

A mother's selfish pride, her child's homicide, can she be to blame?
The suited vultures circling
A father's cruelty, a murdered family, is the world insane?
Their defenders ready to embrace their lies with their devious smiles

When Michael looked more closely at the girl, he noticed she was almost an exact copy of Judith.

Memories filled his head of when Judith would verbally abuse him.

He could almost see Judith's twin's mouth moving with taunts pointed at him.

Blood filled his vision.

Your corruption is like a cancer growing inside
You owe the world an apology
You've been taught all your life that truth is easy to hide
You'll face your judgment another day and suffer eternally
Who is innocent? No one is innocent
Who is innocent?

Moving silently towards the teens exploring his home.

He grabbed the boys neck and easily snapping it.

Quickly hiding the body, he followed the girl up the stairs. He purposely started breathing louder and making more noise.

The girl giggled and whipped around thinking it was the boy she brought with.

Presumed innocent, justice fails again in the masquerade
A battered woman trembling
Her lover drunk again, when will the torture end in her web of shame?
Is death the only way?

Gasping she tripped, leading to her first mistake. She scrambling into Judith's old room and hide in the closet.

Michael grew angrier that the girl was in his dead sister's room

and that she thought she could hide.

A child victimized, the crime politicized for the counselor's gain
The rabid media congregates
His tortured memories, a pervert's fantasies, is the world insane?
The parasitic devastation seen on your TV screen

Michael ripped open the closet door, Judith's look alike screamed making his eardrums pop uncomfortably.

Growing increasingly annoyed and angered, he grabbed her head slamming

her against the closet wall to make her shut up, she screamed louder.

Your corruption is like a cancer growing inside
You owe the world an apology
You've been taught all your life that truth is easy to hide
You'll face your judgment another day and suffer eternally

Grabbing her head he snapped her neck swiftly cutting off her screams.

Sighing in relief he let go of her. Almost smiling he dragged her body to the backyard.

Going back inside to grab the boy, he finished burying them outside.

False defender, burn forever
False defender, burn forever
Cold and spineless, have you no soul?
Wicked minded, out of control and guided
By their hunger they will find new ways to betray us

Sitting back by his spot next to the window where he was previously.

He continued to gaze out the window.

Closing his eyes he leaned back against the wall, sighing.

Your corruption is like a cancer growing inside
You owe the world an apology
You've been taught all your life that truth is easy to hide
You'll face your judgment another day and suffer eternally

Behind his closed eyelids memories floated around in his head.

For the next few moments he actually felt himself fall into a light sleep.

Remembering briefly what happened in the same house he occupied.

He felt his soft tear caress his cheeks.

Who is innocent? Is it relevant in the world today?
I shake my head in disbelief
Presumed innocent, justice fails again in the masquerade
Has the whole world become insane?

Lifting off his mask he wiped his cheeks, looking down at his damp hands, he begins to cry harder.