I do not own these characters or, in any way the Aliens universe, and I certainly don't win anything from this.
Mark Drake wondered around the juvenile prison's corridors, cursing and kicking at the walls before giving up on his failed attempt to find something fairly interesting to do..
"Fuck you!" He shouted as he showed his middle finger to a near camera and searched is pockets for a lighter. The thing he pulled out was a sad excuse for a cigarette lighter.
Not that bad, having in count he'd find it on the detention center courtyard.
He researched his pockets and pulled out a ball of paper. A letter from his brother, an attempt for him to excuse to his younger brother for not helping him out in the trial that had happen three days before.
"Damn son of a bitch." Drake burst out, while trying to set the paper on fire. He finally managed a small blaze on an irregular side of the ball.
Drake threw it in a close can, as well as the lighter.
With his hands deep in his pant pockets and a murderous look in his pale face, he made his way back to his cell. Stopping when he heard laughter and loud shouts in Spanish, which, by the way they were being yelled could only be insults.
He took a look inside the cell the noises were coming from, finding three boys. No, two boys that he recognized as being Timmy and Bob, the other person being a girl with short hair.
He thought she was a girl, after all, if she was any other thing than a girl Timmy wouldn't be seizing her breast, nor would be Bob trying to undo the button of her uniform trousers.
"Not so bad now, are you?" Timmy asked amused as he bent down to look directly into her dark eyes.
Bad choice, Drake thought as the girl spat on Timmy's face, her swearing and complains in a fluid Spanish growing louder.
"Suéltame! Hijo de puta!Cabrón!..." her protests ceased for a couple of seconds as Bob found out how to open the button fly from the angle the girl was being forced, then her face turned red in anger and her protests were renewed.
In an act of both stupid courage and heroism, Drake kicked the door fully open and stepped in.
"Timmy! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" The two boys jumped back dragging the girl with them and she almost fell to the ground, her loose trousers starting to slip down by the sudden movement.
Tim grinned as he recognized the younger boy on their front "Hey, man! How yah doing?" Drake swallowed hard as the squirming girl turned her hatred-full gaze at him.
"You didn't answer my damn question." He stood firm as he spoke. "Let her go man, she did nothing to you."
"There's your fucking mistake!" He wailed, shacking the tiny figure by her arms he was violently grasping. "This bitch punched me. It's going to leave a black eye." He bent down again so he could show Drake the purple skin around his brown eye.
"I'll do the same with the other if you come closer, cabrón!" the girl hissed and tried to bite Timmy's throat, nearly reaching it if Bob hadn't pulled her back, making her land on her butt.
Drake took the brief moment of distraction of the two boys, to punch Timmy on his bruised face.
He cried and fell on his knees, dropping the girl's arms. She didn't hesitate in kicking his throat.
Bob stood still, grabbing the girl's short hair, until she elbowed his knee-cap, and he made the mistake of giving her the opportunity to grab his neck, forcing him into performing a summersault that made him land on his back heavily.
Only then did the girl seemed to remember Drake, jumping to her feet and adopting a fighting position. He was just about to tell her to calm down, before she tried to punch him, instead falling to the ground with a groan, her trousers a curled mess around her ankles.
"You okay?" he asked coming closer to her, still keeping a safe distance. His interest in her well being seemed to intrigue her.
"Why do you fucking care?" she growled.
"I'd care about anyone who could kick those square beast's asses." He shrugged, holding his hand to her. She refused it and pulled her trousers up as she got up by herself. She started making her way out the cell, kicking Bob's face in her way out.
"Hey! Aren't you going to thank me?! "He protested as he hurried after her.
"For what?" She didn't even care to turn and face him.
"How bout for saving your ass?" she gave a small laugh.
"You saved my ass? If someone should be thanking anyone it should be you, Bob's an asshole but he can put up a hell of a fight." He grinned.
"If that's your way of thanking me, you're welcome. Nice boxers by the way." As he added the last part, he ran down the hallway while she shouted something in the incomprehensible language and ran on his heels.
So, yeah this is my attempt to start this story. Not sure if it turned out good, a reasonable piece of shit or a complete piece of shit. Either way, I'll try to make better (and longer) chapters. Sorry if there's any grammar mistakes, but i don't speak english as mother language.