Psychopath

Breaking point

After two months of being confined in prison, Brian finally snapped. It was in the mess hall. Brian and James had been eating, both of them with twice the amount of food the other inmates had, when a young man only two if the years older then them, approached them. He was alarmingly thin, and his jumpsuit hung loosely on his thin frame. His skin was nearly bleach white, and he had a mess of curly orange hair on his head. As he briskly approached the boys, Brian noticed he had a wooden spoon in his left hand. He end of the spoon had been filed to a sharp point, and the man held it like a knife. His eyes stayed fixated on James, filled with hatred. Brian jumped to his feet, his metal tray in hand, and ran toward the man, who was now only ten feet away from their table. He viciously slammed the edge of the metal tray into the man temple. He had been so fixated on James, he had no time to react to the sudden attack. A metallic clang echoed throughout the now silent mess hall. The man crumpled to the ground, along with the food that had been on the tray, screaming in pain as he clutched the right side of his face. Blood began to trickle from the wound and down his fingers. Brian grabbed the shank that the man had dropped on the ground and leapt on top of him, bringing the weapon down on the mans neck. Before the weapon could pierce the mans neck, he felt cold fingers wrap around his wrist, stopping the descent of the sharp point. Brian, enraged at the interruption, whipped his head around, looking at the man who stopped him. It was a pale boy, with raven black hair and dark rings under his eyes. James.

"What are you doing!?" He screamed, trying to jerk free of James's tight grip

"Stop this! If you kill him, you'll be transferred to a maximum security prison!"

"I don't fucking care!"

"Well I do, you're not killing him!"

James wretched the weapon from Brian's hands. Brian lost it. The weeks without killing, the weeks of being cooped up in their little cell and now having his kill torn away from him by the one person he trusted was more than he could take. With a roar, he leapt toward James.

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James crashed to the ground. Brian fell a millisecond after him, falling a foot to James's left. James recovered first, and leapt on top of Brian. He rammed his fist into Brian nose. A sickening snap echoed around the mess hall as Brian's nose broke. In most cases, if a person's nose was broken they would be in too much agony to continue fighting. This wasnt the case for Brian. Fueled with rage and adrenaline, Brian growled, brought his knee to his chest, and slammed his foot into James's chest. James felt every ounce of air burst out of his lungs, and fell backward. Brian got to his feet and brought his hands up. James did the same. They began to slowly circle each other, Brian's nose oozing blood, James gasping for breath. A crowd of inmates had begun to form a circle around them as they watched the fight. After a few seconds of circling, James dashed toward Brian. Once he was close enough, he unleaded a powerful roundhouse kick into Brian's side. Unfortunately Brian was quick. He grabbed James's ankle before it could connect with his side. He then brought his foot back and attempted to kick James in the groin. The kick was off by a few inches, and connected with James's upper thigh. He felt his entire right leg go numb. He grunted in pain, and desperately swung his fist toward Brian. It connected with Brian's cheek. Pain shot up James's clenched fist as it connected with Brian's cheek bone. Brian recoiled in pain, letting go of James leg and staggering a few steps back. Before he could recover, James limped over to him and unleashed a powerful uppercut into Brian's stomach. Air exploded from Brian's lungs, and he collapsed to the ground. Before he fell however, his fingers graded onto the front of James's jumpsuit bringing him down too. Brian rolled in top of James, and brought his fist up. Before his could react, Brian Brought it down on cheek. Pain exploded around the entire left side if James's face, and he felt his lip split. Blood began to flow down the corner of his cheek. Brian brought up his fist again. Before he could strike again, James brought his head back and slammed his forehead into Brian's already injured nose. He reeled back in pain, and leapt to his feet, staggering away from James. James hobbled to his feet, he still couldn't use his right leg properly. Brian, shaking off the pain in his nose, ran toward James. James wasn't fast enough to block the attack. Brian's extended his arm and, using every ounce of energy he could muster, drove it into his left shoulder. James heard two snaps as Brian's middle and forefinger broke from the force of the punch. James also heard a loud pop. The sound of his shoulder being dislocated. The two boys collapsed to the ground, both screaming in pain, Brian holding his fingers, James clutching his shoulder. After five minutes of them lying on the ground, not fighting, the large crown of prisoners that had been watching them slowly lost interest, and began to disperse. With the adrenaline beginning to fade, they began to feel the pain of their injures. The boys were lying on the ground for over twenty minutes, before two guards finally decided they were to exhausted to pose any danger to them. They carried the injured, exhausted children to the prison hospital.