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I own nothing from nickelodeon or VIACOM INTERNATIONAL INC, all of their shows belongs to them.
The following story is filled with absurd amounts of Edgy content like the usual fanfic trend, hyperbolic amounts of; racism, gang violence, murder, hatred, Schopenhauerism, nihilism, nut-picking fallacies, Habsburgian shit, anarchism, other anarchism, Violence of all kinds, fallacies by generalization, i mean, I will fill this story with almost all kinds of scumbags and good people. I'll start with the main plot and then in a critical point I put the routes options, also if you are an amateur and want to use this: FightclubTaxidriverAssasinRorschachBloodandboneDoomerMonsoon-Lincoln
and make the "fine I'll do it myself-Meme" in every point you like of the history or just change everything, you all have my consent and approval to achieve the" a fanfic of a fanfic" level of nirvana.
It is your duty to take this with caution and IF Curious, remember that no idea, ideology, religion, or system is free from exploitable gaps, subtle/direct/indirect manipulation and exploits. Remember your boi Garfield: "You are not immune to propaganda" yet you can elevate your defenses. Like I am trying to manipulate you to remember this. Take care and avoid misanthropy, ***as temping as it is***. (Did you see dat shit, cha cha real smooth)
Also, im from chile(one of China and USA latino economic cumslut country)… expect TONS of grammatical errors and blueballs-hiatus since this is fanfic… and I'm known to fuck it up in life as fast as a millennial curses his existence, which is few times since almost all of them are hanging harder from the ceiling than the gen X
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Prologue
In a cold morning, a man is awoken by the natural light of the sun, hidden in the clouds, tainting the land with grey as the creatures on the giant building.
The echo of the hall is just a reminder of the reality for new and old timers in the prison, the rain making the natural lullaby in the grey morning, not a heavy rain, but a gentle one, that's a bliss since the days are really rainy and the floodings are usual now… the rain helps to sleep a little in the gloomy days like the present one.
Roy can't stand the silence, he has been here 3 days from a gang fight for fuck sake…Roy knows that being an adrenaline junkie is the worst when you are in a place where problem makers go to the hole to lose his mind in the 4 walls with himself as the talking partner.
({"But I can't dream"}) the clock ticks in his head…. Looking at the absolute state of his idle mind Roy remembered that his cellmate is still awake in the top of the bed.
({"Ligth bolb"}) thought to himself. He remembered a certain guy in the segregation* block.
{"Psst"} Daniel "Red" Hartman was immerse in his book, ({"-Tut I have done thousands of dreadful things as willingly as one kills a-{"psssst"} … ({"as willingly-
{"Red, man… boss, c´mon dawg tell me about the white crack-head on Seg*(segregation"}
Red has been in prison for too long, more than anyone would like all because his anger management problems that earned his nickname and gang name… speaking of anger.
{"Stop your shit before i woop yo' ass Roy im tryn´ to read"} Red stared at the dark hopelessly; we are talking about Roy "Adrenalinejunkie-humanglock" Freeman. Red knows him since the lad was 11, the guy just didn't shut his mouth without a fist in his face… was he talking about snowhite? Who cares?
He looked down to see any reaction
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Blessed silence that heal the headache and drowns the ange-
{"c´mon boss, im new in this maaan, it gets boringgggg"} The tall skinny-muscled dude whispered.
Roy set his face in waiting mode with his unusual big lips, even for a standard afro-american alongside with his cadaveric face was like a racist caricature walking in real life, tough Red. How many years had passed? 10, 5... he didn't salute or greeted little Roy for a long time….
Red hummed to himself defeated in a satisfactory grin … yes, Titus Andronicus could wait. Besides, his little pastime since childhood was telling stories.
The massive man closed his book giving a satisfactory dopamine hit to Roy who was giggling like a kid. Red watched the segregation cell's entrance.
{"Alright Roy, that guy in the cell next to Jimbo, that crack head remember?
That guy has been here since his 14s"} Roy smiled.
{"So he wuz in the juvenile like me?"}
{"yeah, yeah, tho the guy is from royal woods"}
Roy recalled the place, there was a couple of rich dudes that he killed in a home invasion, big hit, the guys where packing to flee to Canada with families in leaf country, so robbing the packed stuff was easy.
{"So the nigga got fucked, orrrrrr he's a special case?"}
{"Snowhite's a special case. You know. The thousand-yard stare, the kid isn't right dude, he killed someone I think")
Roy looked impressed/not impressed {"So the dude is like Rodriges?... Or like half of the niggas inside this shit?-"}
{"yeah now let me talk men!, geez"} Red took a cookie into his mouth and proceeded with the anecdote.
{"Long-(swallows his food) –efore you got ya dumbass here, this guy started to be very suspicious with his things. Bible told me that the dude wanted expensive shit now that smuggle is on top with the corruption an´shit, like calcium pills and another nutrition crap, and he started stealing shit from others you know, I mean, I bet my ass that was him!, and the mothafucka grew big with this shit in juvenile and here-"}
Away, crossing the door on segregation lies in a bed a tall young man with patchy full beard, straight short long hair, eyes opened and lost at the ceiling.
{"He didn't talk with none, he didn't join a gang. You speak truth that he could have ended like the hoe of someone, but the dude was like a ghost, elusive, he definitely got bullied hehe because snowhite was always on guard. Always self-defense allegations after a fight, positioning himself in a place where a guard or other non-inmate could witness him, shady shit, like Stuart from block 2 but without the 23 shives on his back"}
A scar in his forehead between his baggy eyes from beatings, shank scars in his arms, 1.88m of height, the albino
{"Chill as a corpse and with a serene anger in his modafucking dead eyes hi hi hi, at least when we taunted him he showed emotion and not dat deadass ptsd face. That peculiar taste for pills of his is also funny; courtesy of the uncontrolled black marked during the shitstorm with the "civil war" an´shit he really started getting more suspicious mister Roy: dead mothafuckas started appearing, all "accidents" you know"}
The grey eyes and his white hair and skin, thinking in old scores that scream at him to be settled, hate, anger is pouring through his skin. Teeth clenched and growling with his body turned red he rise up and starts banging his head on the wall
Bang! Bang!
{"you think that snowhite did it?"} asked Roy after hearing the first hits that wake up insults and madman screams in the solitary confinement cells.
{"All those niggas where either rapists or muscle-brain fools asking for a beat down like you boy matt"}
Bamm! Bamm! Bamm! Sounded the wall of cell 14 while they were speaking
More screams and echoes of rage where awakening all the hall of block A-3. "Im gonna kill those fucking freaks!" "Can a brotha get some rest!" "Im sick of those modafuckas!" where the many voices that started bringing heated life again to the prison on dawn.
{"You have to be a dumb motherfucker to not even think that Loud didn't kill those nakos*"} Roy rolled his eyes like Red did when they listened to the voice of one of THE sharks of the prison. Tho, Roy didn't know about the kid´s last name.
{"Loud?"} "Deditos" Gutierrez, the top dog of the entire prison just huffed a laugh.
{"Hey gordo de mierda, how you stand this guy?"} Red hated Victor with the vigor of a thousand suns… not because he tried to kill him like 4 times in the melting point of the gangwars on Michigan, is because the fucking smug aura that he is always projecting.
Victor wasn't a fan of Danniel "Red" Hartman either, he started the gang wars and for his fault many of his homies died, by "G" gangsters and for his fault Boneheadswannabe rallied because of the fucking drug war, using it as a excuse to band up and start wrecking shit.
Speaking of the whiteys
{"Oye mercer? Are you awake?"} The bald hard looking guy with a right ear missing was awake, was awake since Roy started his questions.
{"Shut up victor, I was listening to Red's version of "} Said putting his glasses on while started incorporating to the routine of "the segregation faggots are at it again" which included guards waking up everybody for a morning inspection.
Red didn't like Richard Mercer, the guy not only was the puppeteer of the neo-nazi-ethnic-bullshit or whatever, he and his snowflakes had singlehandedly taken over the political damm region. They didn't use nazi banners, they didn't affiliate with none, tattoos, the sneaky bastards knew how to play the game.
Yes they "stabilized"(if you can call stabilize, drowning fire with oil a good idea) things here and there, but it was a matter of time for the "slippery slope". In podcasts they already were being talking about making ethnic zones, raising birth rates of native americans, thought Red; there were rumors about mass deportations to Canada and the MPA wasn't helping either, fuck that shit I'm staying.
And from the point of view of Richard "Duke" Mercer, "sacrificing" himself for the greater good was anything, never in his life he thought that would be leading an operation this big, now it was a game of "who losses his shit first" to start a great fight. But there was a problem, the poopoo found his weed… he was about to be released anyway, and after a walk to the front door he will be calling the shots again.
({"I need to get rid of the trash if the guys on top want to handle well this shithole"}) he thought.
{"Wassup Duke?"} Said Roy.
{"Good morning boy, how is going with the hustle?"} Said putting up his pants
{"Like the finnish slave trade old man"} Said with a cero kill symbol, meaning ok… not the meme... these were paranoid times.
{"Neat, you remembered my history ramblings"} Said the alluded with a teachers tone.
{"You know snake, why don't you finish the history? After all you brainwashed Snowhite and teach him some new tricks"}
{"I didn't brainwash the kid Red, i just didn't threaten him with the hustle and the gangs, besides, the cocky fuck ignored every invitation"}
{"Nigga shut up an' tell more, 'am hooked"} And entertained cleaning his glasses with a grin the 39 old man spoke attending Roy´s demands {"the kid got here because a crime that he didn't commit, his mind is fucked, his life is fucked and segregation, oh boy, segregation definitely did make him blink at the abyss, no one goes sane after 1 year that young."}
Victor and Danniel huffed a small laugh while Ryan´s face turned into a adrenalinic smile.
{"Hey Mercer, what did he told you viejito lindo c´mon I'm your cell mate, c´mooon men ajajajaj"} The menacing scar-disfigured appearance of Victor was comical when was replaced with an almost childish interest.
{"Aahahaa no way muchacho, is was a private conversation"} Said laughing heartly.
{"naaaaaaah C mamo este nako, que te chingen viejo puto"}Victor
{"Nah fuck you mercer"}Red
{"What Red said"} Articulated a laughing Roy.
{"Hey quit the chat, hands where I can see them, turn around"}
The four men followed the orders, as some guard passed some package from below to Red and other to Victor, making shure that no one was watching.
Gabriel, a "lider" of corrupt wardens had a concerned face. He approached as he whispered.
{"Hey dudes, I can't keep the role anymore with the new guys in security, the chief warden is going to kill you with all the dudes in Gen*(general population)"}
Needless to say, the gang leaders and Roy had they asses so tightened that not even a bullet could enter.
Red grabbed the guard by the neck {"if you snitched us Gabriel I wil-!"}
Gabriel was turned purple by the cheer pressure of the giant man´s hand, but he managed to articulate something{"Calm down negro culiao- im not that stupid erghhahhhrhhggggg-"}
Red released him while Mercer passed the shives and iron knuckles to victor and roy.
{" cougff- harghg- Thank god you dumbasses broke the cameras four months ago, Or you and we would be dead meat!"} Gabriel was returning to his normal tan color.
Red looked now a little bit relaxed {"yeah, sorry not sorry (passes to him a diamond) now, how much time before you and the other guards of the morning get the signal?"}
Gabriel look to red in the eyes, {"The order is from pretty boy Vance"} Mercer recoiled in anger along with Roy at the simple act of hearing that cunt´s name {"He said: "Some friends gave food to the dogs, remember to take them to jog at 9:00" the other stuff in a reunion, said Marc "}
Victor{"So the sunaffabitch' is going for the big price huh! Mercer, you've been fighting with that motherfucker since ever; What he is cocking?"}
Mercer hide the last shive in his ass, and talked to his inmates as warden Gabriel rallied the other corrupt wardens to end the "inspection" {" you can smell it from miles dude: Here in breaking news: Famous gang leaders were killed in prison dispute, unfortunate, but true "All" the cameras in the entire were out so we couldn't catch the guards ignoring the killing"}
Red had thought the same… that son of a bitch of Vance was too quiet since the end of the civil war, surely the dude was watching for an opportunity…captain Vance alone was the reason of why the three top dogs still didn't kill each other
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As the guards were moving from place to place, and men with emblems of the MPA logo were talking with wardens.
The echo increased. Hard.
{"AAAAAAA!"} The lovely neighborhood of the solitary confinement or segregation started his day kicking even more the doors and screaming to the top of their lungs {"im going to fucking kill myself!"} The wardens enter running, some dudes here just fought with someone and ended up here in the gutter. Some of them were in prison 43 years just for stealing two times, add untreated psyche an a little bit of "live 4 years in a white bathroom under the earth" and they ended becoming in masskiller material.
{"Im fucking clean you son of a bitches! Let me fucking go!"} Screamed a 50 man, banging the metal door with his already bloody forehead, crying and beating himself.
In other cell
Still growling with his fists clenched, red and purple has the bone lines of his face, Lincoln´s anger issues already stopped.
The blood coming from his nose was already in his mouth
Iron tasted good, the burning sensation of the recent punches were good to.
Winded, steaming, bleeding and angry.
He just exploded and made a tantrum again.
Is the same, nothing in his mind has fucking changed, the dreams keep poppin up like in secondary.
{"Ron is clear, over… Mario is clear, over…Loud, are you o- oh god dammit"} The Guard pulled out his radio again
{"Warden Berman here, cell number 2, I need at least one nurse ready after they end with Mr. Sullivan … nose bleed, bruises-… yeah the usual"}Said the last in a whisper.
Warden Harold Berman is a 2.02cm muscle truck as big as his Grandpa-heart on his chest.
He knew in an instant that the kid Loud was broken without looking the archive at Lincoln´s first arrival, he knows about that.
{"Loud, I need your cooperation, ok?
This bruises, did you did it to yourself again?"}
No response, only a winded respiration and his back muscles going up and down in compass with the breath
{"Loud, you have a clean record; these meltdowns will get you on segregation more and more. You just can't do this any time you are about to-"}
Lincoln turned around more calm, dead calm. The thousand yards stare again.
Harold already has seen that face before; every time was the same saddening sensation when he gave up Cupcake, losing days of progress... No this was worse, this was watching an outcast reach rock bottom, images of his classmates flashed, the voices of the inmates rising over the inspection, filled with cursewords and stress inside the prison.
{"Loud I'm going to report this and you know it right?"}
Lincoln nodded. The screaming "silence" of the segregation block drowned the area like all the mornings.
Betrayed by his emotions Harold spoke{"Your life, you can make it mate, just stop this fucking nonsense you are a good dude inside, look at you, look at this fucking scum filled hellhole and tell me that you are not being serious on this shit for fuck sake"}
Lincoln just pointed down shaking his head emotionless.
{"… You know here"} The white haired figure just kept looking on the nothing.
{"Here I actually know where my feet are-…"} He raised his head quickly and stared at him {"Sir"}
Harold was assaulted with impotence at that statement. He give it up already, this fool give it up since the beginning, pure saturated anger made Harold clench his teeth in pain. That stupid fool… stupid fucking toddler- {"Warden Berman..} Interrupted the crispy sound of his radio.
As Lincoln just looked in other direction, Harold was receiving a call from the top.
The eyes opened in shock as the strange aura of an imminent storm started to gather in the prison.
His Radio communicated him terrifying news.
After one year of deliberation and monumental piles of criminal cases the charges were pulled out for lack of evidence and the poor defense (AKA:" we don't have time, there are worst cases to investigate"); the thing that Lincoln has become will be released into the streets. And there was nothing on harold´s power to intervene this time.
Lincoln was absent again, stranger to the real world, lost into his intellectual diarrhea and quenched rage, his boiling blood as ink in his white wall; his innocence tainted by his own hand and will:
The sounds of the real world ceased just for one moment in his mind after that introspection
[{"Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones;
Who, though they cannot answer my distress,
Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes,
For that they will not intercept my tale:
When I do weep, they humbly at my feet
Receive my tears and seem to weep with me;
And, were they but attired in grave weeds,
Rome could afford no tribune like to these."}]
This all was his stone, (he touch the moist cold wall) he didn't have to lie to the stone, the stone didn't lie to him, the stone did not have flesh and voice that cloud tempt him or hurt him like they did, a piece of concrete didn't have to leave bruises to love him… yes, here at least he knows where he belongs.
Or so he thought.
{"Loud."} Lincon turn around and waited
The noisy world came alive again, the smell and screams.
{"You are needed in the court room.. clean yourself up and..let the nurse do his job with your nose"}
({"Court? "}) Thought snowhite... Court….
The warden disappeared and the albino was left alone with himself again.