Shitty second chance
'Hello my name is Slade Jackson and I'm going to die in less than... let me just check my watch..
Yeah so I'm gunna be stabbed and beaten to death as soon as that cell door opens and to be quiet honest im fine with that'
Ahhh fuck this I think scrunching up the paper and throwing it towards the door
"Ahh whos gunna care about a dead brit in a yankie prison" I mutter to the walls as I start doing push ups
"Ahahaha you guido greasy dick suckin mother fuckers best not be hoping for me to roll over" I shout as I push through the pain of over worked muscles as a manic grin creeps over my hardened face
I've cleared drug dealers out of squats where they believed they could sell on someone else's patch, beeen one with the shadows and killed a single man in the heart of a warzone... ahah "one with the shadows I'm such an arse".
Standing back up and popping my joints as I stretched out the pain and walk over to my do I call it a bed? Ive had cots bigger than this in the gulf. Sooo my guess would be to tell you about myself before im bum rushed and stabbed to death...
I leant foward in my bed and started to roll a cigarette, well what can I tell you... I'm Slade Jackson ermm im British in a american prison gunna die pretty soon... I served 15 years in the SAS ermm yeah the guy who taught me how to kill with the bare minimum killed princess die small world huh? All I've know for so long is survive or die and it turns out im all out of survive.
To be quiet honest I'm rather surprised I've made it to my 50s thought id be in a box or shallow grave long ago, not much I can do now apart from... ermm pray? Ahahahah fat chance of that. But if like reincarnation is real I'm coming back as a dung beetle or a fat speccy ginger with alot of allergies.
I finish the cigarette and stamp it out under my boot as a blinding light breaks through the cracks in the steel.
"Spooks or a riot which is it?" I mutter walking towards the door to my cell, "Hello and fucker out there?" I shout banging on the door, to my surprise it just falls apart like ash in the wind covering me.
"The hell?" I ready myself in a defensive stance as I walk out into the light, I feel myself lifted off my feet and every fiber of my body ripped apart. All I can do I scream inside my own head.
I feel the scream escape my lips, I pause for a moment as its more high pitched and lacks the bass of my own, my limbs feel weak.. it feels like im being man handled as my vision comes back into focus..
"Look lizbeth.. we have a son a beautiful strong baby boy"
'The fuck is he on about?' I thought as my eyes move around the completely white room. 'Surgery room maybe? Smells sterile enough' im then passed to a... all I can say is this looks like a woman, fair features, full lips and what looks like fuckin squid legs ohh and she's fuckin blue! Wtf is going on I can handle this.
"Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
She looks down at me and kissis me on the forehead and I just felt at ease, I feel myself entrapped in her eyea before she sets me down. Exaustion swamping my brain I pass out before a final thought 'what?'