Full S.N.A.F.U.
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* He as walking to the bus that will transport him, to the juvenile detention center it was headed. His own funeral march, stoic, calm.
Without sadness or pity, he looked behind his back to see the weeping and the satisfied people around him.
His father avoiding his eyes, only Luna, Lori and Lynn where looking at him in the trial along with mom and dad, and of course that mom and dad were disappointed from each other, it was a similar situation with his sisters, but to be true, it wasn't like that at all; Luna was crying and cursing {"fuck all of you, you fucking stinking pieces of shit, fuck all of you!"} mom was on his team, but remained calm, probably coping with the judge´s verdict instead of explode in emotions like Luna did.
Mr. Lynn was a different story, men and women patting his shoulders and arguing in screams with his enraged sister, Lori was different tho, for the first time she looked like she gave a shit about him.
And big sister Lynn just was looking at him, all of the locals, if they weren't fighting, they were judging him with the eyes, some of then, the five families that imposed the persecution where insulting him, the parents of Dylan had a very Karen looking.
A chuckle came in his imagination; stereotypes didn't appear out of nothing, shit parents, shit son.
{"Murderer!"} {"Step aside please police is coming through! Step aside!"} {"Give back my son you son of a bitch!"} {"Eat shit and die eat shit and die!"} For fuck sake that screeches pierced his ears.
A classmate, probably
The day-dreams of brutal retribution, hateful venom and horrible deaths and violence torn the defiant face and painted it again red with his veins visible to the world to admire again the rage founded upon years of mistreatment and decadence of the people, the strife and relentless flood of people and poverty on the hands of the evil and the meek.
There he is, broken and destroyed as a mere concept, what kind of creature just witness a boy being turned into a beast, devils must exist, NO, unspeakable entities that twist the pure essence of the innocents and guilty alike just for their own entertainment, despicable beasts that made suffering and fanfare a sport by altering someone´s quiet life in to chaos, pleasurable, twisted, wholesome, or just bland existence. If they existed, at least he would have an excuse like Lynn had, but he is not a delusional egoist.
He is what he had chosen, only for him and some other this happened to him, why didn't he talk his problems, why did he fell from the voice of reason and union; to cruel absolute silence;
Because he took the hand of his passions and they led him into the mists of uncertainty
He made the bed, he imitated his sisters' greatest flaw, and that undeniable truth was all he needed to know why it went wrong: everything, with him being the first domino to make the founding of his family and sanity collapse forever.
And it felted like ambrosia, the most dreadful pleasure of his life, watch the forest burn as soon as the guardian keeping it safe is forgotten, left in a corner to rot as the inhabitants make more fires and burn.
This is what was left of him now, the remnants of a creature that once was good inside, a walking fucking corpse filled with useless philosophical shit, drowned in the question "why did you bring me to this world mother, inexistence looks more palatable than the constant pain that life is"
There, again with the death-angel issues and coping mental gymnastics. It didn't matter
With the plan succeeded, the goal reached and the sun as a witness of his blessed stupidity, he will follow his words, that where his oath at the judge and everybody in the court during the final verdict 4 hours ago;
{"I didn't kill them, but do as you wish; is my word against theirs"}
He immediately traced a new plan on his head while entering the bus, he will follow the old schedule of pills, food, and training on his head, he will find a way, he always do. The nutrients and exercises did give advantages and height in school, yes, prison is a man-children school after all and you need to get a fearsome appearance.
Silence…
The bus is silent.. brooommmm broooommmmmmm mmmmmmm goes, the seat´s industrial leather, the odor of sweat and spicy garlic getting In the nose.
The adrenalinic sensation of his guts entangling:
{"I'm starting again, just like school"} whispered.
{"this is no school fucking idiot"}said one{"We got a cocky snowflake huh?"} said other, Lincoln almost forgot about the current state of affairs: Too many young detroitards emigrated in the areas for better catch in the new rich areas filled with your stereotypical rich democrat families, the rural areas were in chaos anyway, and as soon they heard about good ol' Michigan they moved like flees to the shit, and thus this kids did the same ({"at least they are not from Florida"}) thought as he chuckle a little, gaining angry looks from some of the felons.
Anger contained and the stress of a caged animal mixed with the hormones wasn't helping at all to the animosity, almost everybody on this case wanted to hit a nose or poke an eye out of a socket.
One dude with a white beanie caught his attention, they locked eyes between themselves, and both returned to their positions with a smirk on the mouths.
The other teenagers started to stare so much at the new kid in white that the guard started to walk in the main corridor, "im here, don't start trouble or else" was the message, and the kids calmed down, for now.
A great building was getting close by the minute.
The bus parked and slowly the kids started to exit the vehicle.
Machine mode activated, walk and feel the cold of the fresh day, body language, appear chill: Think in peaceful stuff. Fail….
Not engage looks with the old timers, not too long…
The anger started to burn in his nose bridge and intestines ({"Fuck it})"
Lincoln straighten his posture gaining some curious eyes, then he maintained the visual contact with the people he thought were the sharks of the place, then the curious looks became ones of an inquisitor.
Apes looking at apes, tribes. The Lincoln with time grew fond with the animal side of the human, that violent sincerity being sweated for everyone to smell, women, man, the stuff of nature, the fucking hormone guided survival shit, no lies, no manipulation with words.
Just apes… it was one of the few moments in which linc felt like he wasn't the only monkey in the world… ({"Monkeys and apes don't get a boner by beating people"})
He met the rookie drill:
1: Give the number and name to the warden with the papers
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2: Enter the facility and go to the small chambers to wait with your bag.
Wait for the warden to call you and your cellmate. Goth looking dude with a 1.90 meters (absolute unit), skinny limbs, big jaw, nice, too much soft skin, no much of a fighter, he would have some muscles developed if true. Number 1.023 Byron Moor. {"what you looking at cumstain?"} Lincoln widened his eyes ({"fffffffffff, uffff that burned a little"})
3: Choose the room
He and the tall dude choose the Number 1.230 in the 3rd floor. Nice view on the center, difficult to get to, perfect for leg day, and fa-goth didn't reply so N.1.230-3rd was-
{"Hey, you two"} Lincoln and Byron turned around at a group of 7 teens ranged from 15 to 18. {"yes"} the lad extended his hand with a grin {"im here to welcome yall´"} Lincoln kept making his bed, Byron tho, Byron started to get cocky {"Tell me your name then buddy"} his hand took the old timer´s hand {"Jeffrey"} Jeffrey didn't let his hand go, nor his superiority-filled-grin.
{"hey hands o-"} before Byron even could finish, the muscled brat pulled against himself with ease {"watcha saying man?, we cool, we cool"} Lincoln was listening, looks like Byron was fresh meat after all.
{"look nigga, you are tall an all, but shu ainn notting"} Jeffrey waited 1 second of close visual contact, testing the waters.
Marco and the boys were close to the tall dude too, hidden shives in hands the whispering began {"why fight huh? Why being stubborn and bleed over material shit? I need sum stuff and then you enter yo' room, sounds fine boe?"}
{"cmon man, stay chill, we ain gonna hurt shu"} Byron was sweating bricks, frustration on poker face, the rest were giggling and smiling condescendingly, making tough faces from time to time. No one cared obviously; the guards were too busy with the problems outside the prison to give a shit.
Lincoln finished his bed. The tension an aggression in the air were thickening the air, eyebrows tingling, the feeling of all your face being drained from blood, the heart pumping in a noisy hall full of retards taking a short peek just to not let the guards stop the encounter.
{"Jeffrey, you are too cocky"} the named man looked at Lincoln {"this goes for you too snowhite"} the rest of the team looked annoyed at the albino ({"two meters..."})lincoln gives his back {"what?!"} first step into the trap {"you-"} Jeffrey interrupted linc {"what?!"} Lincoln turned around to see him, {"what?!} the dude maybe had a gang and was charismatic, but just getting angry and barking while flexing his chest was the standard move, ({"close enough"}) thought the loud, Jeffrey wasn't the only one testing waters, the 18teen loudmouth saw it on lincoln´s eyes, getting the adrenaline shot from the brain.
In a fight, the guy with most brain, brawn, and speed is the winner, but the experienced is the shark. You can watch a lot of street and school fights and notice that difference, the moment an experienced dude fights is captivating, you see his eyes, his legs moving with an evil plan in mind.
Lincoln had those puppet eyes, Jeffrey knew that face and he knew what to do, he took him by the neck with his entire arm to choke him, he has the brawn, that would do-! 2 slaps and 2 stomps sounded and in a millisecond, his feet were of the ground, Lincoln grabbed his feet making the skin clap from the impact while jeff punched him with bad aim and wasted momentum. It was over, when Lincoln charged to the unmade bed of his mate and teared jeffrey´s recto on the 10cm iron pipe of said bed with both boys weight, {"UUUUNGGHHGAAAAAAAA GNNNHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"} the entire place heard the screams, and before the shock could disappear, lincoln stomped jeff´s balls with all his force, feeling the eggs explode as the meat was grinded in one swift kick.
{"AAAGHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAA!"}
{"Motherfuc-"} as the first lackey entered, lincoln blocked his wrist and "shoved the shive"(Luan TM) as far as his arm could in the liver of the tattoed dude, using him as a shield to block the entrance of the small room.
The rest was just as planned. Mp4 recording the fight sound in the bed of lincoln, Byron as witness, two nobodies scared as fuck, and free for "self-defense" against a group of meanies with a reputation of robbing and killing inmates with improvised weapons, ({"I hope the guards are assholes, this feels more like a prison than a juvenile"}) thought as the tensions increased on the rooms and-
And everything went black
Fists – 12 years before – flashes of happy memories, it was chaos.
The memory became a dream, a lucid one, Home, in royal woods.
He can't stop the oil veins on fire, Ripping muscle and skin is pure ambrosia.
Surrounded by more jocks becoming slowly in hated rivals, Dylan, Lori, Lisa, the Gangs from Michigan, Ronalda anna, he was beating them up with his bare knuckles, making them cry for help as his cock was peeling himself against his pants form the excitement, the dream was in his zenith, HE IS ALMOST THERE! There she is!
He presses on, and the race begins, the heart pumps up like a maniac, he needs to break his bones and spine, Lynn is about to be mauled to death! He is about to catch-!-
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He opened his eyes in the white cell; wow the memories were lively as the present…
The short dream part tho, sickening…
He got out of bed and started masturbating in the toilet
He took his time as always, it was Friday after all and the activity schedule was specific in the wanking after 2 weeks. While he was busy jerking off, he gathered up all the memories he could muster of the violent moments after the school, him luxating some asshole´s arm, digging with his punches in the liver of his rivals, breaking fingers and separating ankles, after 8 minutes and he was getting red on the cheeks, ({"works like a charm.."}) told himself, the images went on, the grace of hurting humans and that obsession with the muscles being torn apart for the power of the hits, the frustrated eyes and that sensation of the heat, ({"-the hot flesh grinded, left squishy and warm"})
There was no shame, piety or self-respect; all of the bases of decent behavior were banished by the homemade drugs of the human body being secreted in his brain, endorsed by the host self-destructive behavior. Once he reached the climax imagining himself filling the holes of his most hated rivals screaming like a hellspawn, creating in that broken mind the textures and the moans of pain an screams for mercy. In other times he would have cringed and twist with the same repulsion and "flee or fight" instinct, but now he was ejaculating even when thinking about filling his freckled blood related nemesis.
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Many jokes crossed his mind as he condemned 2 presidents and millions of wage-slaves to the eternal darkness of the sewers.
He moved the valve and looked at the clear water making the vortex
His penis head hurt after being up against the pants for so much time.. Cold weather, cold water that he used to clean his phallus, shrinking it at the touch, and then he returned to the toilet and urinated.
Lincoln looked at the water expressionless remembering word by word of the judge:
*{"- After one year of deliberation and piles of criminal cases the charges were pulled out for lack of evidence and the poor defense, mister Loud… are you paying attention?"}*
The news from the guards and prison small court did felt like a cold bucket on this rainy morning.
Freedom? For what? There he was thinking in an answer. Pee Lincolns waited but the bastards didn't give one solid answer to the problem {"What do we do gentlemen?[stares at the toilet] the car already stopped so how many of you didn't think about this before?"}
Pirate lincoln raised his hand ({"I dunno' ye filthy twat, maby beceuse we were to fokused on barking at the ca'r? Ye 'neow, beceuse we don't call the foking shots in you bloddy wankstained hed' ?"})
Entertained by his own show on his head he made the illusion disappear, he may have that little schizo magic on his brain, but inside of it, he didn't want to go full schizo… But pirate linky-wanker was right, the main objective of the day was the same as the other days in early prison and juvenile: a plan.
He cleaned and washed his hands, he grabbed an unfinished chocolate bar from beneath of the bed and he hides it again.
Step 1: taste and breath - - - done!
Step 2: GoingoutofjailandkillDanielNuñes(thefatmustarthaircolor,with a greentshirt)RoyMarsh(blackhairedguywithonegiganteyebrowandthezoomerhaircut)BryanMiller(thecancerlookingmanletwiththebluejockey)
Step 3: rest,getmoney getacoolHQ,markterritory,andthenstep4: CrushLynn, settlethescoreandthenprofitfromthechaosuntilthenationalweathercalms downin4to20years.
Fast
Done the saying
Time to do the done´ing
And of course, improvise in the run.
He got out of bed and started the routine of the day:
Wait the guards to appear at 12:00, 2 hours to wait, exercise and kill the time till guards popp out thougth the albino as he started the warm up *{" C'mon Lincoln work it like you mean it!, sometimes I don't even know why I call the wimpiest kid to do this"} Lincoln was exhausted in the floor breathing like an asthmatic {"Alright, let's do a-… what's with that black eye?"} Lincoln as so tired, tired of all, Clyde will be in Canada, the new classmates and the old ones keep picking on him, the country is literally burning with adrenaline junkies, pedos, rapists, pedos disguised, terrorists, rioters, people looking for good-boy point on social media, endless political estress and anarchy uncontrolled on purpose to gain votes… three houses where robbed yesterday, and Lynn loud is here. Slave smacking him to prepare herself and win a fucking trophy on junior mma without knowing that a group of protestors will interrupt it again to "recruit" people for the cause like they did in the last Mc'culloch on royal woods. What's with the black eye?! A fucking brat is punching me and bullying me because she finds me an easy target and im too much of a pussy to even grow some backbone and say stop without gaining attention from the other bullies. Great, congratulations Lincoln, you made yourself cry in 9 seconds sure Pop Pop is screaming in his grave huh? {"[cough] Lynn, im out [rises from the grass] im going home"}
Lynn grabbed his harm firmly {"No until you tell me about your eye, is super swollen- are you crying stinklon?"} Lynn blocked a punch, she looked on the eyes of his brother and smiled {"That's right Lincoln!"}
One fist to the plexus and lincoln was down, {"Oh come on?! How do you want to toughen up if you can't even lay a dam pu-}" A branch, no too thick, not too small, the hit left Lynn in the grass and his nose bleeding. Lincoln screamed as strong as a puny kid could scream from his lungs, and started battering Lynn with the stick, Lynn grabbed it on the 4th hit and gave to Lincoln a kick so hard in the face that the other eye inflated in just one moment. Lynn cursed touching his nose, his eyes threatened to left treacherous tears roll down but she contained them in their place and left Lincoln, the kid instead tasted the iron in the pastures avoiding visual contact in shame and anger-"*
Hissing air through his deformed teeth tightly clenched against one another, the veins of his neck tainted the face red on Lincoln's face, all those memories were one hell of a fuel for the workout.
30 minutes, 20 minutes-
Silence.
The food came a little more early than expected.
Nuggets, fries and a box with candy? Lincoln looked on the guard… it was still there in the widow looking at him: Different uniform of the facility but no trace of the ID. The man gave the albino a quick nod and moved out of his sight.
Lincoln got tense, tense and excited, oh boy what a way to initiate the day, the situation was the most unusual.
({"Let see; junk food, a box with "surprises", hot french fries"}) {"looks like either is poison or is the biggest wink of this place…"} the box contained a note, one candy cylindrical bar and 2 acid zom- ({"HOLYFUCKINGSHIT acid zombie gum!"})Spoke on his head as he reminded himself to stop the kicking of the sugar addiction before it was too late, he calmed, and put the gum in the plate.
He took the note, the prison sounded calm, too calm.
"Follow Matt Hyde, throw the paper in the toilet or burn"
The man with a plan was left with a complete new situation there:
Lincoln waited….
1 minute.
2 minutes..
3 minutes…
he took a peek at the roommate in the front. Nothing… ({"I'll wait a little bit more.."}) 2 minutes and a half passed and suddenly middle aged man with scars and "I do cocaine" energy surrounding him appeared in the door window.
The lincoln didn't care about his name to remember something useful, so he showed the burger and the note when he caught the inmate attention:
The bloke shrugged and went out of the tiny glass vision, link felt footsteps closing, and so he retreated and waited.
Guards appear: {"hands"} ({"Give wrists"}) [klinch!]
Many chains rattling in the floor, the sound of now "calm" inmates the situation was getting a little fishy…
{"foot"} The guard looked at Lincoln, that was walking at the plate of food {"[Pam!. Pam!. Pam!] hey, nothing funny mister!"} Lincoln looked back with the burger on his mouth and gave a quick bow, and returned to put his ankles in position; [klich!]
({"This guy isn't from here, no one here would let me do this2}) thought, the last time that something like leaving a prisoner grab something with his mouth big enough to hide a shive happened- you get the idea.
Because snowhite did hide a shive on that short span of time
{"[Push lincoln's shoulder] Move"} He took a short glance; guy was a little rough and was alone, you need at least 2 guys to get some looney from segregation, ({"Everybody seems to calm"}) all of his most violent neighbors were there, but no the depressive ones, or the poor bastards that jus fought once and loosed their minds here, ({"follow matt hyde…"})
8 men in chains, all confused {"let me eat my godamm burger"} Voice deep and a little raspy, the owner was a 1.90 cm redhead bearded dude covered in tattoos of swastikas, communi- wait; a stalin, x´s in his knuckles, a cat on his right pec … BLM tattoos too? Ok? ID.203 Frank Ford
Lincoln finished his burger with confusion.
{"Oky doky we go to general then"} asked an asian dude of 1.74cm
{"You all are going to get a public job, and then you´ll be free, no hush and prepare those knuckles"} he scratch his ear and continued walking, scars on wrists({"relatable, short traces for attention, long ones for results, this guy is edgy huh"}) ID.1408 Ian Fisher
{"everyone, follow"} The chained dog stroll started.
The third guy had just one hand, a yellowbone fella with a lot of muscle, it was quiet like the other 5 dudes: ID.4012 Milo Miller
1.71cm latino, long hair and a goatee, pugilist muscles, {"¿Que pedo me viste en una porno o que?"} the guard behind him called his attention laughing {"easy there buddy ha ah"} lincoln huffed a little chuckle too, ({"What's up did you see me in a porno or what? Luan would be laughing his sides out"})
The happy face of link changed to a plane one *{"you just stopped being that special person, we try to help you so many times and you just ignore us like-"} a 12ve lincoln stopped Luan speech in the room of link {"Feels like shit right?"} Concerned, Luan was about to argue but she let his brother speak his mind, Link looked at her and started with his hands shaking {"Every time you guys screw with me either you make a mediocre gift or a show just to make me smile and then erase that happiness screwing it again without the smallest show of self-improvement, "Link I need this, link do this", did the family bloodline suffers from borderline syndrome or what? You didn't took your cameras out of my room, lori still is an insufferable cunt doing whatever she wants, the twins fear me because I stop Lola from being just as unlikable as Lori, [From the living room lori was furious, but contemplative alongside lucy, lynn, luna, and lisa] Lisa and you never stopped invading my dam privacy,[he stood up from his bed to drink more of the water that luan brought] lynn keeps blaming me for being expulsed of his team because of me right?"} Luan was about to break, the emotional weight from the past days were to many {"yes.."} Lincoln continued with that explosion of wrath, he opened his mouth showing his bruised face and mouth purple by recent beatings {"gotta give credit to lynnsanity, she relocated my teeth even worse than the bullies!"} Luan left some tears flow and interrupted his brother {"Lincoln what you had between lynn and you does not have to include us, you are being unjust"} – {"I had to fake a suicide to make you and Lisa understand that I like to walk in my room without feeling like a guantanamo prisoner, even dad and mom didn't know about that shit and your fucking pranks"} – {"Lincoln!"-} Lincoln just stood menacingly and pushed Luan out of his room, Luan tried to enter but she heard the lock being already on, {"You still got the dam cameras huh?! No matter how much all of you try you fuckin scorpions keep stabbing my back!
What else?! A recital?!, a useless apology again about how all of you need the waterboy to be happy doing the work, what else?!"} The other girls where storming the stairs to help Luan {"Lincoln this is not you!"} Lincoln was breaking a small camera, too sophisticated, surely was Lisa´s doing, cursing and head-butting the wall with force he started to scream pathetically, {"you never change, you never do you liars! You fucking liars!"} Lucy did not move on the vent while witnessing the drama {"I'm not your fucking shadow!"} Said as he crushed more the hidden camera, he was crying now with his bleeding forehead, courtesy of unhealed wounds {"I´m sick of this-"}*
{"-shit!, Hyde, I wasn't expecting you buddy"} Said the humongous Frank Ford, Lincoln blinked and his eyes were bloodshot, he underestimated his mental abstraction ({"Autism"}) said his inner voice.
He closed his eyes while they were moving, he thought that they would be in in short, but they were almost there.
{"Something wrong snowhite?"} - {"pseudo ptsd"} answered in short with a visible headache.
{"Sure banging you fucking head at 7:00 gives that kind of shit you prick"} Said chained inmate from segregation.
{"Quit the chat"} The guard made the dude feel the cold point of a rifle in his back {"wow wow wow okay we good we good…"}
They kept walking towards to General Population, just one door more and they entered a very old yet comfy: An old fat receptionist a vending machine, lots of detained people complaining and waiting and one big elevator.
{"[SNIFFFFF] ah, the smell of other people-"} The guard Stock Ian fisher on his shoulder, Ian as about to make a move, but he contained himself, the guard gave him a signal with his eyes [keep walking] and Ian and the rest kept walking.
No the air was tense {"useless job"} said the escort guard with anger as he walked in with the 8 prisoners on the elevator.
It as space for the 8, the limit seems to be 14 persons.
Lincoln looked at the supposed leader Matt Hyde; 1.70cm, wife beater face, blonde, dark eyes, pugilist muscles too, tattoos of lines all over the body, and an aggressive aura.
The so called Hyde took space in the middle, the guard looked at him {"Press the button, [matt proceeded to press the button] cameras are off, and you have the NineNine´s and the Reyes support to kill the 3 fuckers, the elevator is "damaged" and you eight go free after the shit storm, got it?"} The 8th nodded and the guard nodded too, the elevator stopped and an alarm started to scream in the entire place.
Hyde looked everywhere and asked {"what was that!?"} by saying that the guard looked shocked {"shit! Hold still. [He grabbed the communicator and screamed] Bill here what the fuck is going on… Hey!, Hello?!"} Matt tackled the guard {"Kill him"} Lincoln was clueless, he saw the giant ford snap the neck of the guard like a branch.
{"Good one Ford, All of you new guys, this guard knew too much and he needed to shut his fucking mouth got it?!"} The latino Milo looked at him with disdain {"Shit didn't go as planned or some shit cracker?!"} a prisoner with a bandana and a lazy eye took a nervous peek to Lincoln, Link retaliated with an infuriated look ({"My note said follow matt hyde"})-{"My note said follow Hyde; what said yours!?"} /Razormind/1:28/ If the ambient was tense, those words made the air speak to your body, the sweat, the blood pumping preparing the muscles with oxygen for the fuckfest "Flee or Figth" ape instinct
The man looked at lincoln again and in a blink of an eye, his throat was sliced by Milo and a shank. Hyde grabbed the rifle but Ford knockout him with one hoock, Ian was strangling and being strangled by the other 4 guys. In those exact seconds all the screams and shouts of confusion and violence fed the fetish {"Ohhh fuck yeah c´mon!"} screamed when the brain injected that adrenaline shot on his body.
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Outside, General population became a fucking free for all, shives, chairs, bands clashing in knuckles and blood in the increasing avalanche of rage and screams.
One dude was winning a fight in the middle of the hall, he looked at his enemy semi-conscious face, he was up and him was down with his head hanging out in the dinner table {"HAAAAAAAAAA!"} with all his body weight, he snapped his rival´s neck in the blood maelstrom. Others were hand locking some dudes and giving them free tickles in the stomach while screaming, rival bands advancing and testing who would make the first attack throwing insult at each other.
OK IN SHORT: imagine that one dude in lunch says; "two bucks, godlike powers and a succ for the last tough-cunt standing" and then disappears floating with gmod magic, total chaos. The facility on general population was big enough to fit 12.000 felons with free space, but in this times they were almost 14.000, the place was a can of tunas since the great migration, not to mention all the problems that the war brought.
Drugs violence and hookers: is never a good sign. Glocks and AK´s too.
The Gore Gangsters were surrounded, defending his boss Red from any attack, the other 2 big leaders were not in sight {"W´er shu at Red!"}-{"Fight fake ass bitch!"}-{Lay the first swing nigga I dare shu c'mon mothafucka!"}The screams of those dudes infuriated him, advancing like hyenas to snitch the first dude to go out, threatening and acting erratically. Red was thinking as fast as he could, if those two died, Vance would use the power vacuum and chaos to create the perfect excuse to go full force on everybody- BROMMM!- {"What the fuck is that shit!"} one of the men of Red screamed {"Those fucking feds want to bury our asses!"}
All of the sudden, a group of inmats were running, Red took a peek, those fucking savages of the "veintinueve" gang where taking scalps from the others. The latinos were more numerous, He saw Victor in the middle of the massacre, there were more left though, If he didn't break the pressure this fight would last forever.
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Lincoln was kicked by Ford so hard that he threw back the 4 remaining prisoners, {"You are dead meat lying faggots!"} Ian dogged the big man and pointed him with the rifle of the dead guard, he clicked and fire to the torso, and [boing] Rubber bullets, the dam rubber bullets bounced like fucking Nerf darts, then he shot the right eye of the giant out.
{"AHHHHHH MOTHERFUCKER!"} screamed the redhead ape
{"Get your ass off me, ahhhgh!"} The two pedo looking guys pushed Lincoln away, he used the momentum to grab the keys of the guard cross the elevator now that the redhead colossus was busy beating the ever living shit out of the guy named Ian with the rifle, lincoln unlocked the legs and then he saw mr. Milo with a bloody shank at full speed against him in a millisecond, well he let himself be spotted too quickly tho. Like a cobra on blue the foot of snowhite blew him to the wall like a ragdoll, link took a quick turn, because the redhead attention was on him now.
The corpse of the Asian dude was in the floor, lincon recognized him just because what was left of him had the rifle in hand.
({"Plan: don't let him touch you or you die"}) The redhead in 1 second went berserk and started punching, ({"how did he-"}) The handcuffs that they gave to the giant where lockless. This was some kind of shady stuff man.
{"STOP DOGIN SNOWFLAKE, AAAAA!"} Ford approached to cut escapes and grab lincoln in milliseconds, lincoln doge it while one of the pedo-dudes was fighting Milo trying to shank him with his own weapon. Link impulse himself with the elevator wall and trusted his now unhidden shive on Frod´s last eye with all his strength, reaching the brain and feeling all those strings of meat getting shredded gave him another serotonin shot.
Milo was stabbed multiple times in the liver and neck, it was just Link´o and ped'o now:
Taking a short breather, he liberated his hands now, and after the last stab in the torso the balding man with the double chin looked at lincoln
{"ufff… hey, It would be unjust to fight a restrained rival heh?"} link clicked the button and the elevator went up, he looked at the camera: OFF. Then he looked at the guy {"what did you card say?"} the man drew breath, {"hem, jejeje, hem, it said that I have to kill the inmate 4012, an you?"} silence lincoln relocated his boner, then {"I already said it, but you, you jumped at the Mexican first"} lincoln witnessed the man nervous face, {"I Gess you just went ape shit I'm aright'"} – {"yeah, that, that's what happened hehehhheh ejem hehehe!"}
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On the Elevator room, the guards were waiting armed, they say the elevator go once down again, and the going up. They prepared and aimed, and then the elevator opened:
A group of prisoners raised their hands {"hey hey easy!"}, but they meet a sonorous barrage lead splitting them. Lincoln was in the floor with face bruises. {"The guy from segregation, go, go"} The "guards" grabbed lincoln and leaved him in a safe place behind the man made choke point.
{"Tell us what happened, no lies, do you hear me?"} Link faked dizziness {"I don't know, one guy attacked the guard and then someone sucker-punched me and I tried to escape but General Population was is in pure chaos"} The guards looked at him, they stared at each other, lincoln recognized the uniforms: The Military Police Agency , or as everybody called them in the civil war A.T.F on steroids. This was some mayor shit, lincoln was sweating bullets now, they started so speak at each other on the low, the eyes of the albino went crazy his hears, he didn't have good hearing to listen the comversations, for a moment the Loud felt again the fear of losing his life.
{"Mister… Loud, you are supposed to go out tomorrow don't cha?"}-
{"yes…"}
{"alrigthy… Mister?"} the obese man in the desk with a sniper rifle gave a nod {"this man is…?} the man looked at link, {"…Lincoln Loud sir, the-… he was supposed to go out tomorrow but here says that was changed for today"}- {"strange"}the man pulled his Radio, but before saying anything. {"Please go to your cell, with cuffs, we will see about you"}
({"They aren't that easy to fool, what was I thinking, of course they don't"}) He approached one man with the cuffs and initiated the procedure again. The main door connecting with the parking lot was fuming with a burned plastic smell, various cars were damaged. [klinch!] Hands [Klinch!] legs.
The M.P.A was searching everywhere and pushing out a standard mob of persons, what the hell was going on. If there is something that nobody likes is the feeling of being a puppet, and lincoln was absolutely angry about that.
Did someone made an attack to save someone? Because that was the only conclusion that he came up with after being brainfucked 20 minutes straight. Nice, just NICE, junk food, a fight a wank and some dude or dudes ruined his fucking day, including that he definitely will be interrogated later.
{"well,[opens the cell] we are here, enter"} The guard closed the cell and then on the other side of the door he ended the procedure and liberated lincoln from his handcuffs.
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His veins were out again {"grrrRRRRAHHHHHFUUUUCK"} he started making exercise again to suppress the anger and then he remembered the sweets in the bed, for a moment he was still with the headache for the self-made and real stress.
Silence, and memories.
He walked at the bed.
{"Mmm.."} He took the Zombie acid gum and launched it in the air and ate it. What would happen? ({"I hope that the quality of this bad boys didn't fell from grace..[munch]"} His face as neutral again {"[munch,munch.. munch…"} his mind traveled again
*There he was chewing that gum feeling the acid and the sugar melt his mouth and his saliva glands explode, overwhelming, yes a delicious sensation {"MMMM this is delicious!"} he looked at the sky, this was the best, he was about to enter school, his sisters were the best persons in the world, and he made a new friend called Clyde, the sky was beautiful so he took a big chunk of that fresh air*
The Loud opened his eyes and let the tears and mucus roll, his calm facade was turned into affliction and sadness. He sat down in the bed and ate another gum and was overwhelmed by that citric smell and delicious combination of flavors and saturated sugar again. The image of this grown young man crying with little hiccups as he ate made him remember the good times too much.
He kept munching the gums that were in his mouth and remembered that age, all of the evil is gone, it's just you being a little innocent animal living with instinct, unaware, is like someone just smash that little fella into bloody crushed entrails and from that repulsive vile the new "grown" person emerges to replace that poor little bastard.
Link grabs one last gum and then just stayed there crying, cleaning his face with a towel.
Lincoln huffed a little chuckle {"God fucking dammit…[hiccup] that backfired hard [Sniff]"} In 1 to 4 minutes he would be recharged and ready, he would forget the nostalgia and will continue with his existence, and just when he recovers, he will be filled with rage again, and like all the times in his life; He will twist in something worse.
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*Lucy was sobbing in his room {"- I know they don't exist!"} Lisa was looking down to avoid visual contact, {"I already know that spirits dont exist,[sniff] he just became what he is by himself"} Lisa think about giving her a hug, but she turned to the door and went to his, the rest of the sisters returned and just accepted the fact that his brother will never be back, that serene and angry person that was using the skin of Lincoln wasn't him, but Lisa suffered his own *
Lisa and the other inhabitants of the house opened their eyes with difficulty, as usual; the dreams, stress and flashbacks were now recurrent since the governor of Michigan announced that for overpopulation they will be releasing prisoners from the supermax* prison on Worden, and meeting lincoln was a possibility, because she knew that Luna will be the first to look for him…