Warnings: unwanted scenarios, male/male, character death, bad writing (on my part :P)
This is an AU fic where the guys are in prison, and prison life is described in detail. For those of you who are wondering, most of the male prison clichés are in here. You are warned.
Disclaimer: I don't think I own any of the characters…I forget. Considering my lack of brainpower, I don't think so. But it would be interesting huh? Say…if any of you guys want to get them for me I'll share! Ok…bottom line: I don't own anything, not even the computer I'm using to type this.
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[Zell]
Balamb Prison is a huge, bleak, cement building. A chain link fence topped with barbed wire surrounds it. I don't belong here.
The guards, a tall blonde man and a smaller silver haired lady lead me to my cell in handcuffs and the regulation orange outfit. The cot on one side of the wall looks hard and the toilet is stained brown and red. The place smells of blood and sweat. I don't belong here.
I sit on the cot and the guards walk away, leaving the cell door wide open. I want to chase them, plead with them, tell them it wasn't me fault. I want them to let me out. I didn't mean to do it. I don't belong here; I'm only a teenager. I want to beg them, convince them of my innocence. I want my ma to come get me from this place. I want it to be a dream. I want to cry, but I just sit there, my head in my hands, repeating over and over in my head, 'I don't belong here.'
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[Kiros]
"Hey Irvine! Have you seen the fresh fish?" Laguna runs over to where Irvine and I are weight lifting. Or rather, I'm lifting; Irvine's checking his reflection in the mirror. He at least has the good grace to spare Laguna a one eyed glance.
"Nah man, any good?"
Laguna whistles. " Any good? I don't think words describe this guy. Young, blonde tattoo, the guys are going to tear him apart.
I grunt in agreement. Some of us inmates can be brutal. "So," Irvine asks, "When do we get to see the newbie?"
Laguna points. "That's him! Over there!"
I've seen too many new boys here to care much, but I admit my curiosity is piqued when Irvine lowers his mirror and gapes wide-eyed in the direction Laguna had pointed. I set down the weight. Stretching languidly I sit up and turn to see what the fuss is about. I don't think my mouth can open any wider. This kid has got to be the youngest person I've ever seen in my fourteen years in this hellhole on earth. He looked maybe fifteen or sixteen years old. The other inmates only bother to stare for a moment before one moves foreword to claim him.
The new boy looks uncertain and steps back. I know he shouldn't bother worrying about that one though. I've seen this too many times to count, and it never seems less primitive or brutal. An inmate steps towards the first and throws a punch. Then a third and forth join in and it's a free for all. Irvine starts to walk over with an unconscious lick of the lips, and I grab his ponytail to hold him in place. He looks somewhat disgruntled, but stays in place to watch the fight over the young teenager. Shouts, curses, and the sound of breaking bones reach my ears. I know what will happen. The inmates will fight until there is only one man left to claim the boy. One by one the brawlers quit or are knocked out until only two are left. I curse silently. Ifrit and Diablos, both rivals for the leadership of the Prison Gang. The prison gang was the inmates who were in for killing innocent children and worse. Punches, kicks, and violent threats are thrown until Ifrit surrenders, leaving behind a yellow tooth.
Diablos licks his lips and approaches his conquest. I want to help the boy, protect him, but I'm too afraid of Diablos. We all are, except for one man. As I lay down to continue lifting the weights that man speaks out. " The boy is mine."
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[Squall]
Diablos sneers at me as I lay claim to the kid. He can't be more than sixteen years, and I know what Diablos has planned for him. Diablos is a large Indian man with iridescent black hair. He has almost a foot and a hundred pounds on me, but I have something he wants.
He walks towards me slowly, forcing me to look up at him. "I believe what you meant, Leonheart, is that for three packs this kid is yours."
I suppress a chuckle. This kid is worth at least a carton. With a cool stare I counter, "One pack."
The Indian mans crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow. My lord, this is threatening. "Leonheart, I'm not stupid." I refrain from the obvious comment. "The kid's young, most likely a virgin."
The kid inhales sharply, and I notice his wide-eyed stare. I realize he still doesn't understand what prison means. Returning my attention to the larger man I say boredly, "Two packs."
Diablos appraises me coolly. "Deal." I hand him the cigarettes and he tosses the kid into my arms. He turns to leave, then stops. "Say, Squall. When you're raping him tonight, go easy will ya? You want that cute ass to stay nice and tight for a while." And then he's gone.
I look out over the defeated inmates, some of which are still unconscious, and wave to Kiros, Laguna and Irvine. They wave back, looking relieved. With a small sigh I decide my day of training has been ruined, and I turn to leave. I get only about three steps when I realize the kid isn't with me. I turn and look back at him, only to see him still standing there with a lost look. I close my eyes in annoyance, and then open them again. "Look kid," I ask, "What's your name?"
"Zell Dincht," he answers in a small voice. It occurs to me he probably won't be moving on his own any time soon, so I grab his wrist and lead him back to the prison. Just before we enter he stops again and I almost jerk my arm out of the socket.
I rub my wrist. "What now?"
"Are you," he pauses briefly. "Are you going to r-rape me?" His voice is small and he looks scared.
I want to help him, but instead I frown. "No."
"Oh," he says, looking relieved, "but that man said…"
"That mans name is Diablos. You need to watch out for him and his gang kid…Zell, trust me. If I hadn't bargained for you, he would probably be raping you right now." He pales slightly. I nod at him. "Welcome to prison Zell, let me tell you something about it. Every night you hear men screaming for their mothers while being raped by other men. Here, an inmate won't think twice about killing you for a cigarette. Your life is forfeit around here. I'll introduce you to some good guys later. Right now I'm tired, and I'm going to sleep. You can either come with me, or stay here."
He looks once more in Diablos direction before running after me back to my cell. I lock the door behind us so we don't get killed in our sleep. It's not overly necessary; I paid off the Seifer and his posse to guard the door while I slept, but still. I'm not one to take chances. The kid drops off quickly, and I start to yawn soon afterwards. The kid probably thinks everything will be better in the morning. I perform an inner sigh. In this shit hole, you're lucky if you're not dead bye morning. I would know, I've been on the edge. With any luck the kid won't face what I've faced. Heh, knowing my luck…whatever. And then everything is taken over by sleep.
Authors Bellyaching: well, what did you think? Myself I think it was better than the last chapter, also known as the midnight special chapter. Well review or email and tell me just what you though of it...I mean come on people, it only takes like a minute to review. Seriously though, I want at least one review before I continue. You've been warned.