A broken speaker echoed outward bouncing off the walls of the prison, the sound of the gears pulling open gates and doors. With each cell, inmates came out with annoyed looks on their faces. “It’s too early for this” a few of them would shout. “Surprise inspection” shouted the guards as they rolled down the hall walls. Each guard chose a cell and stood at the doorway.
The sound of fine custom shoe heels walked down the main corridor as murmurs and talking drew to a full stop, He came to a full stop looking up and down at the inmates, The warden has been doing surprise inspections for 2 months straight now as if he was looking for something a few of the inmates thought but nun voice it out fear the box.
The warden looked up at the farthest corner on the west outer wing. A young adult looked completely out of place in a maximum-security prison such as this, but he couldn’t help but smile. He's known him since he was a babe. “Ahh Victor,” the warden thought, shook his head, and then raised his hand which commenced the search. A wave full of human motion took over and the guard tossed everything in sight, from bed frames, pillows, tables everything that could move was moved.
Victor noticed the warden's lingering eyes, a shiver went down his back slowly, the warden’s eyes have always stayed on him a bit too long for his liking and it’s been getting worse with each year drawing closer to my release.
Cell 001 Clear, Cell 002 Clear, Cell 003 Clear, Cell 030 Clear, Cell 080 Contraband, Cell 121 Contraband, Cell 150… The guard in victor's cell came out as they called 150 and he looked over at victor and then down to the warden and then back at victor and shouted CLEAR! The warden nodded and waved his hand over, one of the guards with a few stars on his uniform came over and handed him a megaphone.
“Attention, Attention my beloved inmates I beseech thee it’s that time again Blitz Breaker season and we all know it’s going to be a real treat this year, so prepare and be ready, I expect to see great things and blood when we let you all off the leash,” he said as he takes a look over at victor and licks his lips slowly.
A short burst of murmuring sounded out and then a violent tap ran through the prison from the speakers. “Chow time proceed forward” The man with the shiny gold stars on his uniform shouted out. Inmate after inmate stepped forward and followed in a line directed by the guards.
“Hey Captain Charles” a seemingly ordinary guard approached Charles who now held the megaphone in his hand. Charles looked over at his follower and nodded for him to come closer. “What?” Charles responds, Vego stood at attention then slid closer to his boss and whispered lowly “That kid Victor, His cell was clean like really clean, it was too damn clean boss” Charles's eyebrow rosed at the sound of those words and looked at the black jumpsuit with the letter 150 on them. Charles knew he couldn’t press the kid too much because the warden was eyeing him as a new toy seeing as the boy had come of age.
“Leave it be Vego, you don’t want the trouble that those questions would cost” Vego understood on the spot, He stepped back gripped the weapon to his side, and marched on with the rest of the guards. Charles tucked the megaphone under his left arm, pulled his sleeves down to his wrist, and continued to walk forward.
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The world has changed, and the civilized rules are no more, The law of the jungle has taken hold and Abilities rule now. The structure has life as of now seems to have regressed but prospered forward. What was once the pinnacle of civilized life Democracy crumbled in the face of a new change and so the rules of the world were rewritten by those with the bigger stick. The world had become a place that would chu you up and spit you out. Shea Lirowk was born in the mud and dirt of this world. Her person abandoned her just as their parents did to them. The cycle continued to her; this was the jungle, but she thrived.
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Shea was born with the ability [Energy Absorption] with her drive she rose through the underworld like a rising phoenix of the slums. She went up against Warlords, The Government, Organizations, and many more, she was a rising myth. Her ability to take in an opponent’s power and utilize it as her own and crank it up a notch. She became known as Red Rowk blood was her vice, In her mid 20’s she disappeared from the world stage and no one knows why. 1 year would pass before she appeared again, and her next move shocked everyone into silence. She turned herself in and accepted all charges given to her. Her story the Red Rowk has been told countless times and with each telling details change from mouth to mouth, but one person knew the full truth.
Victor dipped his head down looking at the dry food as he sat on the steel stool. This has been his routine since he was a kid growing up in this place, Cell roll call would happen right on time than breakfast at which point he would sit and think on the manifesto that his mother left him, He called it a manifesto, but it was just a really, really long-ass letter but it would make him smile regardless. “Yo Vicky” A gruff voice shouted followed by a thick palm to the midsection of his back. “Unk Ivan, how many times do I have to tell you that my name is Victor, not Vicky” Victor responded without even looking up or flinching from the hit. Ivan’s frame was large and bulky, commonly known as a prison build. He sat down with his tray and paid no mind to what his adoptive nephew had said. The two sat and ate while swapping their daily lives.
Around the time for breakfast to be finished a commotion erupted. Since the warden had announced the new coming Blitz Season the cafeteria has been on edge so this was bound to happen though Vic as he looked over at the backing away inmates. It was time for old grudges and new grudges to be settled, Blood is what is going to be running this place for the next 2 months.
“Say Unk are you going for the win this year or are you folding out in the first round,” Asked victor to Ivan as they both got up and dropped off their trays while slipping out the door of the cafeteria before the guards could reach down into the hall and all hell would break loose. Ivan looked up at the concrete wall’s ceiling for a second as they walked and then back down at Victor and answered his question with a question. “How much time do you have left Vic,” Ivan asked with a serious tone which Victor picked up on.
Silence followed that question as they walked up the stairs and towards the cells. “Mom time ends in about one year and a few months,” Vic said softly as they reached the top floor. Ivan nodded but did not reply. It seemed that something heavy was weighing heavy on his mind. Ivan looked at Victor and he could see Shea in him “Resolute” he would say to himself they were his family in this cold world, and he would have and have done anything to protect them.
At that moment Ivan paused in his steps, and Shea’s smiling face came into view looking down at him a Vic, the boy noticed and stopped allowing the old-timer his moment. Ivan shook it off and they continued.
“When you get out, there will be two things waiting for you” Victor's shoulders straightened, and his eye’s focused up.
“Your mother's past is all-encompassing so everything and everyone is a threat” Ivan looked over to gauge the boy's reaction, seeing nun a smile spread across his lips he had taught him well these years. “I have informed my contacts that you’ll be coming out soon and they are to set you up with a decent place to lay your head and enjoy your second first life, HAHA” Ivan finished his rambling with a loud laugh and chuckled.
Victor neither altered course nor acknowledge that he heard all of that, but he did, and he found it funny too. The two found themself in the recreational room, Today was leg day and if he messed up even a single set Ivan would make him do it all again tomorrow. The sounds of grunting men and on the other side of a two-way mirror screaming women came into view.
This was everyone’s daily joy, both men and women working out and looking at each other. This was neutral and hallowed ground no one was allowed to cause trouble on both sides of the fence, or it would be taken away from everyone. When you lock animals in a cage together, they are bound to fight but when you lock juiced up being in a cage fuck a fight it will be a slaughter and the weak were going to be the ones dead.
So, it’s safe to say this was Ivans Nirvana, The got to work on the machines nothing but pure exhaustion would set them free, With each set completed Ivan took his time admiring the working ladies and their wagon in the back, He was an ass man himself but pretty looks always played a part. The sets began again and followed right into the afternoon people would cycle in and out but these would be constant for hours.