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"Seth Gecko Vs the Stupidity of Youth; It’s war! Describe yourself fighting against the Stupidity of Youth"
He’s been inside three years now and he’s seen his fair share of idiots traipsing through his cell but this one right here takes the absolute fucking crown.
He’s twenty two maybe pushing twenty three with a fuck load of chicken scratches that’s he’s trying pass off as tattoos and an obvious chip on his shoulder. Thinks he’s the man because he beat some kid half his age up to within an inch of his life.
Seth’s been there, done that, and he’s got the fucking record to prove it.
He doesn’t need this shit and he especially doesn’t need this kid to start pushing up on him, trying to exert his dominance when let’s face it he’s barking up the wrong tree.
Seth just smiles, real sweet and misleading, then catches the scruff of hair that this kid is calling a beard and uses it to drive his fist into a nose conveniently breaking the bone. There’s a short howl of pain followed by a small grunt because right about now Seth’s driven the boy into the wall and he’s got his hand wrapped tight in the other guy’s hair.
“Lemme make something real fucking clear, the next time you touch me will be when you’re trying to pry me off you as I strangle the last breath from your body.” The kid tries to fight and meets hard floor for his trouble and Seth’s got that broad tattooed forearm pressed along the back of the kid’s neck and he’s just not letting him up.
“You hearing any of this?”
There’s a muffled protest and well he gets his face driven into the floor and then all protests cease and Seth just waits patiently even taking to drumming his fingers against the back of the other man’s skull.
“I got it,” finally comes when Seth lets him up enough to breathe.
Seth gives a smug smile, releasing his grip on the kid’s hair and even goes so far as to give the kid’s head a few short condescending pats. “That’s a good boy.” He gets off his cellmate and makes himself comfortable back on his bunk, giving a feral smile around the lit cigarette that’s now between his lips when his cellmate turns to glare.
That’s the last time the kid tries anything.
Muse: Seth Gecko
Fandom: From Dusk Till Dawn
Word Count: 384
He’s been inside three years now and he’s seen his fair share of idiots traipsing through his cell but this one right here takes the absolute fucking crown.
He’s twenty two maybe pushing twenty three with a fuck load of chicken scratches that’s he’s trying pass off as tattoos and an obvious chip on his shoulder. Thinks he’s the man because he beat some kid half his age up to within an inch of his life.
Seth’s been there, done that, and he’s got the fucking record to prove it.
He doesn’t need this shit and he especially doesn’t need this kid to start pushing up on him, trying to exert his dominance when let’s face it he’s barking up the wrong tree.
Seth just smiles, real sweet and misleading, then catches the scruff of hair that this kid is calling a beard and uses it to drive his fist into a nose conveniently breaking the bone. There’s a short howl of pain followed by a small grunt because right about now Seth’s driven the boy into the wall and he’s got his hand wrapped tight in the other guy’s hair.
“Lemme make something real fucking clear, the next time you touch me will be when you’re trying to pry me off you as I strangle the last breath from your body.” The kid tries to fight and meets hard floor for his trouble and Seth’s got that broad tattooed forearm pressed along the back of the kid’s neck and he’s just not letting him up.
“You hearing any of this?”
There’s a muffled protest and well he gets his face driven into the floor and then all protests cease and Seth just waits patiently even taking to drumming his fingers against the back of the other man’s skull.
“I got it,” finally comes when Seth lets him up enough to breathe.
Seth gives a smug smile, releasing his grip on the kid’s hair and even goes so far as to give the kid’s head a few short condescending pats. “That’s a good boy.” He gets off his cellmate and makes himself comfortable back on his bunk, giving a feral smile around the lit cigarette that’s now between his lips when his cellmate turns to glare.
That’s the last time the kid tries anything.
Muse: Seth Gecko
Fandom: From Dusk Till Dawn
Word Count: 384