Warnings:Yaoi, there will be smut soon. AmeRus, RusAme(yes america will top) as well as other pairings. Talks of torture and killing, NON-Beta'd
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING!
Ivan glared as he was led down the long hallway. He could hear the smugness of the other cellmates as he was led to his own cage. He could practically hear their thoughts of joy for getting fresh meat. It was rare anyone ever got sent here. The World Maximum Security Prison or WMSP was a prison that was meant for the world's worst criminals. These were people who deserved more than death, so they were sent here.
Ivan Braginsky was sent here for murdering his two ex-boyfriends, but not before torturing them inhumanly and giving the same treatment to their family members and new boyfriends. The first one he tortured and killed was Toris, his Lithuanian boyfriend. After Toris he killed his brother's and then the Polish man that stole Toris away from him.
A few weeks later the police began suspecting him. Worried Ivan quickly escaped to China. That was where he met Yao. He thought he and Yao were truly in love until he found the Chinese man cheating on him with some Korean man. And so Yao and his loved ones met the same fate as Toris and his loved one.
But this time Ivan was caught. He was convicted of 9 murders of the first degree. He pleaded guilty, smiling as he told the judge that the sluts got what they deserved. When the judge saw the pictures of how cruelly the Russian man tortured these 9 men he sent Ivan to the WMSP for 60 years.
And so here he was, being cruelly shoved into his cell as the door shut behind him. He turned to look around when he spotted his cell mate. He was tan with blue eyes and blond hair. He looked like a teenager that was some football star not a dangerous criminal. The boy turned to give Ivan a large smile.
"Hey! The name's Alfred you must have done something pretty bad if they let you room with me," he said as he held his hand out. Ivan cautiously shook the other's hand, knowing not to let his guard down. The other was here for a reason and should not be underestimated.
"Ivan and da you can say so I suppose. Do you mind me asking for your age?"
Alfred just shrugged as he went to lay on the top bunk, which Ivan was guessing was his. "Nah dude, I don't mind. I'm 22 gonna be 23 in two months on July 4. What about you?"
Ivan was surprised when he heard the other's age. He thought he looked young but not that young. "I am 27," he simply replied.
"So you're Russian right? I'm American. So what are you in here for dude? Tell me why and I'll tell you my reason. I know your curious," he said in a playfully manner. Ivan silently went to his own bed to lay down before giving into his curiosity.
"I brutally tortured and killed 9 people. Two exes' the others were family members or the bastards they left me for."
Alfred pouted when he heard the boring answer. "Now you're just holding back on me dude. You must have tortured them pretty badly to get in here instead of death row, so details please."
With a heavy sigh closed his eyes in thought, trying to remember everything he did to them. "First I beat them, than I might have skinned them or pulled off their finger and toe nails. Pour my vodka over their wounds, rape them and rip off limbs. I covered one of them in honey and tied them up before placing them in a large angry fire ant hill. I threw one in a wood chipper. I ripped off all their limbs on one of them and fed their innards to their brother. I think that is about it."
Alfred gave an impressed whistle. "Nice dude, I never tried the ant thing, did it hurt them badly?"
Ivan nodded as he smiled, remembering the little Estonian's screams. "Yes it is very painful, now it is your turn da?"
"Well firstly when I was 6 I burned the foster home I came from down. I drugged everyone and grabbed some oil and a lighter then, boom! The only one I didn't kill was my younger brother Matthew, I left him with our French uncle.
Then I sold myself off to some rich fat guy. After letting him fuck me a few times and having him name me his official son I tortured and killed him a few days later. I tied him to a bed, raped him with the giant dildo the ripped his dick off and stabbed him dead. I managed to frame this waiter who hated the guy and got him sent to death row. The evidence I made against him made sure I would be seen as an innocent victim.
After getting everything he owned as his official heir I went to find Mattie. Only to learn the French bastard raped Matthew multiple times. So I paid him a little visit one day. I hired some thugs to beat and rape him. Then when they were done I tied his limbs to four different cars and told the thugs to drive. Those ripped off and he gave me a nice scream. After that I tossed him in an incinerator, while he was still conscious of course. Then after paying the thugs even more hush money I got into the mafia and stuff.
I killed and tortured more people in so many ways and I even ended up killing my brother when I find out his getting all chummy with this Cuban drug lord who was trying t destroy my business and even kill me so I was nice enough to give Mattie a quick death but that Cuban bastard well, let's just say he was begging to go to hell after just 20 minutes. They finally caught me and I admitted to every crime they convicted me of, and I even told them the things they missed and they sent me here when I was 15."
Ivan couldn't believe what he was hearing and by the end of the story he realized that all of that was done by a young boy, no older than 15. And that Alfred was also here for 7 years. "Alfred how many years did you get?"
"80 years," he answered proudly.
Ivan felt himself tense; he was rooming with a criminal, a true son of the devil, or maybe the devil himself. Alfred let out a cheerful laughter, but this time Ivan could hear the evil that stained the seemingly innocent laugh.
"Alfred, why do you not have a roommate yet after 7 years?" Ivan asked cautiously as he tightly gripped his pocket knife he managed to hide. Alfred began laughing when he heard this question. Soon he stopped laughing only to let out a content sigh. "Because I've killed every roommate I had so far."
The Russian man gave a nervous look at the bed above him. As he was about to say something Alfred jumped off the bed. Ivan quickly got in a defensive position, making the American laugh.
"Dude calm down I won't kill you on the first day. Don't worry too much for now and get a good night's sleep it has been a long day for you I'm sure," he said as he walked up to the cell door. Soon a young British warden walked up to the dangerous American. "Hello Alfred, are you ready to go poppet?"
Alfred just gave a sly, lust filled smile. He slowly snaked his arm around the British warden. "Why Artie, you know the rules." The warden just smirked as he got as close to the American as the bars would allow. "For the last time slag it's Arthur, and yes I do," he said as he cuffed the America's arms that were around his neck. With that done he opened the cell, letting Alfred out before locking the cell once more and leaving with Alfred in tow. It was obvious what the two would be doing.
Ivan felt himself shudder in disgust. He shouldn't be surprised at the corruption. With a heavy sigh he laid on his bed, letting sleep overcome him.
The next day he woke up and continued his day, getting used to the procedures and such. It was now free time and the Russian was just sitting around, lost in his thoughts but never letting his guard down. He was thinking about the other wardens he met so far. There were 2 German ones. Both seemed sadistic the blond one seemed stricter and the albino one seemed to enjoy picking on him. The next warden was a Danish man who seemed pretty happy if not recklessly violent. Then was a Japanese man who was very quiet and seemed to dislike him and lastly was a Greek man who just seemed to sleep on the job and always had a cat with him.
While lost in his thoughts he did notice some men starting to look his way. He smirked when he saw the men make their way towards him. Turning to the three large men he gave a terrifyingly sweet smile. "Privyet comrades, there is something you want da?" The men looked at each other with evil grins on their faces before nodding, getting closer to the Russian. The first burly man placed a hand on Ivan's shoulder, gripping it tightly.
"Yeah, we want something alright, your pale Russian ass taking our dicks."
Ivan felt himself glare before smiling. Grabbing the hand that was on his shoulder he easily flipped the man on his back. Before anyone could react he harshly kicked the man's head, easily knocking the other man out. He then turned to the other two with a obviously evil smile.
"Are you sure you both also need something?" Ivan asked.
The thugs both shook their heads in fear before running off. Ivan scoffed at this and went to sit again when he heard clapping. He turned to see two men, who looked like brothers. One was scowling and had dark brown hair. The other was smiling and clapping and had light auburn colored hair.
The clapping one held out his hand to the Russian. "Ciao, I'm Feliciano and this is my older brother Lovino. You were really impressive over there."
Ivan cautiously took the other's hand, shaking it. "Privyet, I am Ivan."
Lovino gave a look of amusement to Ivan when he heard his name. "So you're Ivan, the one sharing the room with that bastard Alfred?"
Ivan nodded, not surprised for Alfred having a reputation. Lovino and Feliciano both gave a small laugh when they saw him nod. "Well good luck, you'll need it. I also recommend staying away from Arthur, Kiku, Mathias, and Gilbert," Feliciano said with a smile.
Ivan gave a look of confusion, if Feliciano wasn't lying that ment Alfred had four out of six wardens around his finger. "How much power does Alfred have and what will they do to me?"
Feliciano's smile seemed to get darker, "I wonder, well Alfred has the most power here. My fratello and I are the next most influential. Alfred has four wardens on his side but the neutral warden, Hercules will listen to Kiku so he is also basically under Alfred's control. Ludwig, the blond German one is mine but with his older brother Gilbert belonging to Alfred the German's tend to just help us both. We wouldn't want to fight after all. But how he got his power? Well he can be quite seductive. So he worked his way up and even my fratello and I have to respect him."
Lovino then smirked, "But what they can do to you if Alfred gives the word? Heh, well torture you till the point of death and claim you were acting out. He can get almost all the cellmates here to try and make your life a living hell. We've seen it happen. So when 'that' happens, don't fight it. He's actually pretty decent when he want to be that is."
The Russian for the first time in his life felt powerless. He couldn't kill the other, the wardens would get him. He doubted he would find anyone brave enough to stand up to Alfred. He was officially cornered.
The Italians smirked when they saw the large Russian realized his situation. They both placed a hand on his shoulder, whispering in his ear.
"Good luck."
A/N:DONE~~~ this was gonna be a oneshot but I like the plot to much. So it might get 2 or 3 more chapters depending on how popular it is. This will be my first multichapter fic. The other is still being written. This was for one of my friends so you know who you are, I thank you for the plot idea 3 I hope it meets ur standard sorry its so late XP
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