In a cage with animals, you learn quickly who you can trust with your back and who will put a knife in it. Victor grew up knowing this simple rule from day one. He didn't have parental shields like most kids would have, he got a Hulking 6-foot dwarf that made him train in all sorts of combat from the age of 5. But one thing he knew, and he knew it well was that a name meant something From a King to a Killer their name garnered respect or fear upon the life choices they made.

“Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell, his name, was making rounds before they even caught him and shipped his ass into the prison. When Victor was about 11 T-Bag got caught and slung into the system, His story was well odd he was a Cult Leader or still is and their main income was the purchase and retail of organs on a very grave scale.

T-Bag was said to possess the ability of [Liquid Digestion] it was the type of ability where the holder could Drink a certain Liquid of any kind and gain a Super Soldier Serum effect depending on the volume and type.

This allowed T-Bag to run wild with power and his favorite thing was human blood and the top shelf kind, Virgin blood but it seemed on a night bender he grabbed the wrong virgin girl belonging to a very powerful official who was able to throw the full weight of power they commanded.

So here stands the former Cult leader. " Yo Blood Junkie" Magnus replied watching T-Bag slip out from the shadow of the light. Victor chuckled at them and looked behind him he felt the presence of 4 other people behind them. "It seems the great leader of the Reavers has a problem with two simple inmates trying to go to their job stations. T-Bag flinched at the words blood junkie and kept his composure.

"You dirty bastards" T-Bag shouted and the wrinkles on his face jiggled and contorted, From the moment T-Bag stepped foot into the prison he found the sight of Ivan’s unofficial rule of the place to be a thorn that needed to be plucked out. This wasn’t the first time Victor and Magnus had to confront T-Bags men, but this was the first time the man himself showed up.

“If they move an inch rush 'em boy” T-Bag laughed out loud as he walked forward and stood face to face with the two. “Where’s that old bag of bones Ivan” T-bag asked with a crooked expression. Victor looked over at Magnus for a split second and without uttering a single word, Magnus dipped and lowered his body, With the spring of a gazelle he fired a heavy fist into the face of T-bag.

Victor wasted no time he jolted himself backward catching t-bags men off guard, delivering an elbow blow to the face of the closest goon which rocketed him back violently. Victor wasted no time dipping at waist level pivoting on his left foot and launching his entire body towards the second mindless drop of Bagwell’s cult.

As if time stopped for Magnus, he stood there for a second looking at his fist which was lodged into the jawline of Bagwell. A vile grin began to creep upon Bagwell’s face as Magnus felt a slimy tongue slither up and down his knuckles in quick succession.

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Magnus recoiled and, in an attempt, to distance himself from the perve standing in front of him but, Magnus felt it too “Why is there always a but.” he thought to himself as he felt a rough hand latch around his neck and jerked him forward.

Victor looked peering overseeing Magnus being grabbed he wasted no time in chopping the windpipe of the follower he had just tackled, with a rapid roll and forced steps victor reached Magnus’s back as he was 5 inches away from Bagwell’s face.

He latched onto Magnus’s shoulders and jumped pulling upward and kicking Bagwell in the face. Victor felt that he had just kicked a concrete slab as both he and Magnus were launched into the air and crashed landed on the hard floor.

Bagwell stood there looking at the two pups and stepped forward, as he got closer, and Whistle and an alarm rang out through the hallway. The rushing footsteps of the guards were closing in. Bagwell looked at the boys and then turned around waving at the other two followers he had standing behind him. Victor and Magnus picked themselves up and took off running in the opposite direction.

Rules were rules for a reason, you may be big in prison, but you are never bigger than the guards. “They were probably watching and betting if we survived” Magnus spoke indignantly after seeing the guards rush past Bagwell and his men and run after them. Victor looked back at them and spoke “You and I know that's nothing new” He responded. The two disappeared around the corner leaving the guards looking frantically.

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“Pass the ball I’m open” Ivan shouted as he spun around a defender and took up a shooting post. His teammate’s eyes jumped to him, and they all started running looking for the rebound that was bound to come Ivan was known for his crappy shooting.

The point guard knew he was the only one open now, but a short hesitation was the only thing afforded him because he knows what would happen if he didn’t pass the damn ball, he would end up on Ivan’s shit list and that was not a fun place to be. He thrust the ball down it bounced and shot up into Ivan’s hand.

A defender rushed him, Ivan backed up jumped, and arched his right hand flicked his wrist the ball arched, and his team sped forward and clashed with the defending team under the rim. It turned into an elbow brawl ribs and flesh being pounded and someone on Ivans's team got his nose broken. The ball flew through the ear and hit the backboard and jolted the rim the ball shot toward the iron bar and tipped to the right side missing the net entirely.

There was a momentous Lull in the air and from the back of the court someone shouted at Ivan, Ivan whipped his head around and stared at the one that shouted, it was Matlock his eyes and ears when he’s not overseeing things personally in the wards.

Matlock shouted out again and waved at him to come. Ivan knew Matlock and with his personality, he wouldn’t be calling him if it wasn’t important. Ivan took one look at the basketball that bounced away and thought to himself “Times like this I wish this god damn dampener wasn’t in my neck”. He reached up and scratched at it.

The court became still, and auras began to flare all eye’s landed on Ivans's back until he began to move then every foot on the concrete began to follow him. “Matlock, who, what, when,” Ivan asked as he passed him by entering the hallway with a trail of his men behind. “Never a peaceful day in this godforsaken box “