A/N: Ook, a piece of work which was for an English class. Seeing as I don't post nearly enough, I thought I should post the stories I do have, and since they are all (somewhat) short stories, it means no deadlines! Yay! Sorry for all those who wanted another chapter for SC files, I'm inclined to believe that is probably never gonna happen. (Sorry!)

Enjoy, even though I thought it was a mediocre story.

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Injustice

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He looked through the one way mirror, and watched. There he was. The one who was destined to be punished for a crime he had never committed. He played with his mentor, totally oblivious to his future, to what he was accused for, to his imminent death.

'The justice system is screwed up' he thought.

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"Yo, Moron, bring that crate over here!"

Jack complied, and lifted the heavy crate, and took it to his boss.

"Here you go, Mr. Dexon"

The oil smeared mechanic looked at Jack with obvious distaste; he chewed at his lit cigarette, and ran a hand through his dirty greasy hair, while his other held a spanner. He smacked the spanner against Jack's head.

"What did I say boy! Always call me Sir!"

"Yes Mr. Dexon."

Just as he was about to hit Jack again, he heard a rattle of chains, or what was Dexon's equivalent to a door bell. A grin grew on the mechanic's face; he dropped his spanner, and tried to wipe his hands on his already oily overalls with little success.

"Boy! Have a break for ten minutes."

Jack smiled happily; he never got breaks, so this was something special! He went to the pile of crates, unsure of how to take advantage of his break; he decided to lie upon them. He looked upward, the giant hull becoming a ceiling for the workshop. He quickly became bored as his time had always been occupied by work and sleep, and had no idea of what to do. Jack looked toward Mr. Dexon, and saw him talking to a balding, fat man in a suit. Jack thought he was incredibly ugly, so he wondered why Mr. Dexon was so happy, after all, he himself wouldn't be smiling. He saw his boss receive some green notes, and them shaking hands.

Jack wished he could get money just because he smiled and nodded his head, but he was different, that's why Mr. Dexon never gave him any money. He just gave him one meal every day; Mr. Dexon was incredibly nice to take care of him like that.

"Boy! Your break is over, come here and get back to work!"

"Yes Mr. Dexon"

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"Come on Jack, we have to go to the court room"

"Can't I play with Ms Brown for longer? She's even nicer then Mr. Dexon is! So are you! I can't believe I have three nice friends! Ms Brown, you, and Mr. Dexon."

He looked at the grown man who towered over him with pity.

"Thank you Jack, and no, you can't play with Ms Brown for any longer, we have to go, they're waiting for us."

"Okay Mr. Cale."

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Jack lifted another crate and moved it into the ships hull. A few days ago he heard of a huge crash, and on that same day the fat man came around and gave Mr. Dexon some more money.

He heard the jingle of chains; Mr. Dexon went to the door into the garage. He came back, looking incredibly scared. Five policemen followed him dressed in blue.

"Sir, you and your worker are under arrest for sabotage of the airship 'Wing Flyer'"

Jack looked at the policemen confusedly, and then at Mr. Dexon who was currently being handcuffed. His boss mouthed the words 'Fight them', and so he did.

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The guards opened the doors to the courtroom, and he and Jack both walked to the left side of the court, and sat down in their seats.

"All rise for the honourable Judge Canston."

'Honourable indeed'

But he stood up anyway, and awaited the verdict.

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Mr. Cale had established that his client was innocent long ago, but there was little he could do to prove Jack's innocence. He sat through the initial trial. When the judge walked in, Jack whispered excitedly into his ear.

"That's the fat man who gave Mr. Dexon the money! He must be very nice to make boss smile like that all the time. Although I don't like him, he scares me."

Mr. Cale shook his head sadly, and the hopelessness of the situation finally dawned on him.

"We call Alfred Dexon to the stand!"

"Hey look Mr. Cale, its Mr. Dexon!"

Mr. Cale just watched sadly while the prosecutor rose and walked toward the stand.

"Mr. Dexon, is it true that the defendant had a good knowledge of mechanics and how airships worked?"

"Yes, he was my right hand man, that day I had sprained my arm, the day we were fixin' the Wing Flyer, he replaced me for that day."

Mr. Cale stood up in outrage.

"The man is mentally retarded, he has no idea about mechanics and he still thinks you're a nice guy!"

"Order, order! Mr. Cale, if you do not sit down we will have to find another lawyer for the defence."

What sickened Mr. Cale was that the judge smiled as he said it.

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"We, the jury, find the defendant guilty on charges of assault, guilty on charges of misleading the court, and guilty on charges of murder in the first degree."

"Thank you, the defendant's punishment is death by hanging at 0800 hours 19 October 2036."

He wasn't the only one who was shocked. There hadn't been a hanging in this country since 2007. The guards walked up to Jack and handcuffed him.

"Where am I going Mr. Cale? Is it another car ride? I like riding in cars."

"I'm sorry Jack, I'm really sorry." Tears blurred his vision, the last thing he saw that day was Jack looking back at him confused.

And then he collapsed.