In the Beginning (Fanfic)
Pushed and prodded by social conformity, Varon often fought against the grain. Alone, pressured and ready to snap, he tightened his fist. The guard making his rounds often would stop at Varon's cell to poke the youth. The youngest member of lifers, Varon often endured a great deal of jibes and sneers from the older prisoners in the general population.
"Well, looks the cub's a bit restless."
Varon ignored the guard or at least made a firm effort to try. Still, those words were heard. The dankness of the cell didn't improve his mood much either.
"Hey! I'm talking to you!." There was always one asshole in the bunch. This particular guard was the poster child for bullies with badges.
Varon grew more and more irritated the more the officer hung around to jeer. Varon learned this game quickly. People like this guard would often stir trouble to cause a scene then act as part of the hero or victim for attention and for a good bar story later. He knew the type too well from the streets.
Blow it out your ass. Varon wasn't about to say it out loud. He was out of isolation a day and this joker decides to start his crap all over again. Prisoners were never trusted and he knew it. His fist tightened just a bit more. Corded muscles at the ready. It was a reflex for Varon to defend himself. Stop you yappin' and get in here if you got the balls.
The guard didn't get the reaction he desired and walked off but not without a final poke. "You'll make a nice bitch for someone someday."
Varon felt the tension cord in his mind snap clean. In a flash, he grabbed the guard's jacket and pulled hard through the bars. The quick reaction caused the guard to lose balance and fall backward, hitting his head on the bars. Unconscious, the guard lay limp. A small trickle of blood from the back of the guard's head began to form a small but noticeable stain on the back of the guard's blue shirt.
Without much thought, Varon found the keys to his cell. The other prisoners that had seen this started cheering, some started shouting obscenities, others begged to be released. Varon only grinned and jingled the keys on his index finger. Call me a bitch, I just kicked your ass. He thought.
Varon moved back to his bunk with an accomplished grin. Sure he could have made his escape then but what would it prove? There was hundreds of miles of water surrounding the island and swimming was out of the question. Another issue was clearly written out on the walls. There was no escaping this place when this island was great white breeding waters. Even he knew that basic fact.
Instead, he would rather be the instrument to getting his revenge through other means than through direct contact. He knew that when a guard ever lost their keys it meant instant termination. Varon hid them in a loos brink under his bunk and used the toothpaste as the caulk in case of a shakedown. It was pretty obvious to Varon at this point that even if he got into trouble for hiding the keys, by the time they would be found that jerk guard would be long gone on a boat and far away from him. He may spend time in isolation again; at least he'll be safe.
Another guard comes around to check on progress just as the one knocked out began to stir. Varon hadn't changed his thoughts as one prisoner turned snitch.
"Oy, that kid took Bircke's keys! Check his cell, mate!"
"Stow it, Bams." The second guard aided the first one quickly. "Hey, you okay?"
Birke turned to look at Varon with a glare. "That little bastard tried to kill me." Without any video cameras to prove the verbal abuse that Varon had to put up with since his arrival, it was the guard's word against prisoner. Guards always won. There was no fair trial. On this prison island it was fight or die. For Varon, it was more than just fighting to survive. He was fighting to protect his body from being violated in more ways than one. Words proved very little to stop the problem.
"Is this true?" The second guard asked, looking to Varon's face for some sort of answer. He knew the kid hardly spoke. It was at least worth a shot.
Varon just shrugged and slipped his hands in his pockets. He leaned his back to the wall and watched the second guard carefully. He had seen him a few times before but no guard should be trusted.
The second guard looked at Varon. He felt his heart sink just a little. Birke put his hand to the back of his head to feel the bump grow and throb. The cut had healed somewhat but the blood was still fresh. This only angered Birke more. "YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT YOU LITTLE SHIT!!"
"Cool it, Birke. Get to the infirmary. I'll take care of this." The second guard said.
"Like hell you will," Birke took one final, burning glance at Varon before he left the cells.
The inmates hollering didn't make anything easier for the second guard to gain any answers from the boy. The second guard took another look at Varon, studying his face before escorting his partner to the infirmary.
Varon's eyes studied the two as they left the area. He glared across the block to see another prisoner making kissing faces and lewd gestures. Varon rolled his eyes and pulled himself away from the wall and back to his bunk.
"He's right, you know. Pretty li'l thing like you'll be my bitch one day." The aging prisoner said.
"Fuck off." Varon's words were loud enough to be heard.
"What did you say?"
Varon picked himself up and turned on the bed to look at the prisoner across the way. "I said...fuck off."
The prisoner laughed. "Oy! He's got a voice after all, mates! Check it! He told me to fuck off!"
A voice at the end of the cell chimed in. "Yeah? Give 'em a demonstration then!"
Laughs and rancid comments rang through the concrete and steel room. Whistles soon followed with more lewd comments. There were a few prisoners that didn't find the jokes and the prodding funny at all. There was one prisoner that said nothing and watched the entire ordeal play out. Varon hadn't been in the facility for a week and word spread fast that he was fiesty and a good looking kid with the attitude of a badger.
The aging prisoner with the salt and pepper hair shook his head and kept quiet. His words wouldn't have changed the situation and he certainly wasn't about to stand up being the minority in this terrible display of dominance over the boy. At least they were contained behind the bars. The most worrying part would be in the general population during recreation hour. Perhaps getting in good with the boy would be a better idea than to allow him to flounder among the sharks.
Perhaps tomorrow would be that time.
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Now playing: Jay-Z And Linkin Park - Izzo/In The End
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"Well, looks the cub's a bit restless."
Varon ignored the guard or at least made a firm effort to try. Still, those words were heard. The dankness of the cell didn't improve his mood much either.
"Hey! I'm talking to you!." There was always one asshole in the bunch. This particular guard was the poster child for bullies with badges.
Varon grew more and more irritated the more the officer hung around to jeer. Varon learned this game quickly. People like this guard would often stir trouble to cause a scene then act as part of the hero or victim for attention and for a good bar story later. He knew the type too well from the streets.
Blow it out your ass. Varon wasn't about to say it out loud. He was out of isolation a day and this joker decides to start his crap all over again. Prisoners were never trusted and he knew it. His fist tightened just a bit more. Corded muscles at the ready. It was a reflex for Varon to defend himself. Stop you yappin' and get in here if you got the balls.
The guard didn't get the reaction he desired and walked off but not without a final poke. "You'll make a nice bitch for someone someday."
Varon felt the tension cord in his mind snap clean. In a flash, he grabbed the guard's jacket and pulled hard through the bars. The quick reaction caused the guard to lose balance and fall backward, hitting his head on the bars. Unconscious, the guard lay limp. A small trickle of blood from the back of the guard's head began to form a small but noticeable stain on the back of the guard's blue shirt.
Without much thought, Varon found the keys to his cell. The other prisoners that had seen this started cheering, some started shouting obscenities, others begged to be released. Varon only grinned and jingled the keys on his index finger. Call me a bitch, I just kicked your ass. He thought.
Varon moved back to his bunk with an accomplished grin. Sure he could have made his escape then but what would it prove? There was hundreds of miles of water surrounding the island and swimming was out of the question. Another issue was clearly written out on the walls. There was no escaping this place when this island was great white breeding waters. Even he knew that basic fact.
Instead, he would rather be the instrument to getting his revenge through other means than through direct contact. He knew that when a guard ever lost their keys it meant instant termination. Varon hid them in a loos brink under his bunk and used the toothpaste as the caulk in case of a shakedown. It was pretty obvious to Varon at this point that even if he got into trouble for hiding the keys, by the time they would be found that jerk guard would be long gone on a boat and far away from him. He may spend time in isolation again; at least he'll be safe.
Another guard comes around to check on progress just as the one knocked out began to stir. Varon hadn't changed his thoughts as one prisoner turned snitch.
"Oy, that kid took Bircke's keys! Check his cell, mate!"
"Stow it, Bams." The second guard aided the first one quickly. "Hey, you okay?"
Birke turned to look at Varon with a glare. "That little bastard tried to kill me." Without any video cameras to prove the verbal abuse that Varon had to put up with since his arrival, it was the guard's word against prisoner. Guards always won. There was no fair trial. On this prison island it was fight or die. For Varon, it was more than just fighting to survive. He was fighting to protect his body from being violated in more ways than one. Words proved very little to stop the problem.
"Is this true?" The second guard asked, looking to Varon's face for some sort of answer. He knew the kid hardly spoke. It was at least worth a shot.
Varon just shrugged and slipped his hands in his pockets. He leaned his back to the wall and watched the second guard carefully. He had seen him a few times before but no guard should be trusted.
The second guard looked at Varon. He felt his heart sink just a little. Birke put his hand to the back of his head to feel the bump grow and throb. The cut had healed somewhat but the blood was still fresh. This only angered Birke more. "YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT YOU LITTLE SHIT!!"
"Cool it, Birke. Get to the infirmary. I'll take care of this." The second guard said.
"Like hell you will," Birke took one final, burning glance at Varon before he left the cells.
The inmates hollering didn't make anything easier for the second guard to gain any answers from the boy. The second guard took another look at Varon, studying his face before escorting his partner to the infirmary.
Varon's eyes studied the two as they left the area. He glared across the block to see another prisoner making kissing faces and lewd gestures. Varon rolled his eyes and pulled himself away from the wall and back to his bunk.
"He's right, you know. Pretty li'l thing like you'll be my bitch one day." The aging prisoner said.
"Fuck off." Varon's words were loud enough to be heard.
"What did you say?"
Varon picked himself up and turned on the bed to look at the prisoner across the way. "I said...fuck off."
The prisoner laughed. "Oy! He's got a voice after all, mates! Check it! He told me to fuck off!"
A voice at the end of the cell chimed in. "Yeah? Give 'em a demonstration then!"
Laughs and rancid comments rang through the concrete and steel room. Whistles soon followed with more lewd comments. There were a few prisoners that didn't find the jokes and the prodding funny at all. There was one prisoner that said nothing and watched the entire ordeal play out. Varon hadn't been in the facility for a week and word spread fast that he was fiesty and a good looking kid with the attitude of a badger.
The aging prisoner with the salt and pepper hair shook his head and kept quiet. His words wouldn't have changed the situation and he certainly wasn't about to stand up being the minority in this terrible display of dominance over the boy. At least they were contained behind the bars. The most worrying part would be in the general population during recreation hour. Perhaps getting in good with the boy would be a better idea than to allow him to flounder among the sharks.
Perhaps tomorrow would be that time.
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Now playing: Jay-Z And Linkin Park - Izzo/In The End
http://foxytunes.com/artist/jay-z+and+linkin+park/track/izzo+in+the+end