Welcome To The Dark Side
Rated R for general bad attitudes, violence, language, and adult themes.
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Warning: short chapter
Life sucks. I have come to the conclusion that no matter how hard you try, no matter what you do, or who you help, life will still kick you in the ass. Before I came to Slam, I did good things for people. I gave homeless people money, returned lost dogs, and gave donations to charity. Sure I killed a few people, but none of them were innocent. They all deserved it.
I sat on my bunk staring up at what they call a ceiling and thought about my life. To say the least I was bored. I was starting to suffocate in this hole. I needed a way to keep my mind away from my present circumstances. The best way that I knew how to stop thinking was to fight. I knew there was going to be a fight tonight down in the hall. A fight that would not only keep my mind off of my torture, but I'd also be able to win some items. Items were a good thing, especially if you got into a tight scrap. Hell maybe I'd see a glimpse of Riddick again. The man was surely everything I had heard. He's racked up quite a body count since he's been here and his name is spoke in whispers. As for me I haven't gotten to speak to him since the first day he got here. He's roomed up with some bitch fresh off the ship. Killed her father or some shit. Heard she's a ugly raggedy bitch. Guess men will take what they can get.
So I guess I'll go to the fights. Get out some aggression. Stop my thoughts. Hell I might even exhaust myself into sleeping tonight.