Brains and Brawn: Unite

The Prison

Dan

Drake. I stand here, crying. He's dead. Something happened and he's dead now. And mom is dead too. I can't fix that. All I can do now is avenge them. I will find Mathew Griswald, and kill him. I will kill the son of a bitch who killed my brother!

Drake

I started to slide down the chain and fell. I flew down, the chain off to my left, out of reach. I didn't have the ability to control my fall. I felt adrenaline course through my body. My hand touched the chain and I managed to close it about the chain.

My body smacked into the chain and I let go again. Thirty feet, straight down. I landed on my back, beaten and broken. My arm was numb. I had fallen 370 feet and then caught myself using just my arm and shoulder.

I saw a bunch of the inmates come closer. A big black guy walked over with about ten guys, all his size, behind him.

"Did someone order an entire gang or am I just seeing... ten of you."

"There's ten people, now shut up. I'm gonna teach you a quick lesson so you know who owns this prison. Got that?"

I nodded. "Okay, but I'm warning you I don't do well in school. Oh you mean beat me up don't you. I don't recommend that."

"And why not?" He asked.

"Because once my arms work I will use them to beat the living hell out of you. Then I will send you back to hell. Got that?"

Oof! That one hurt. And so did that one. He kept kicking my ribs, hard. I didn't have the ability to move or block. Over and over, the kicks rained in.

He stepped on my chest, and whispered, "Do you feel the pain mother fucker?"

"No." I replied. "Do you feel this?"

My hand grabbed his and crushed. I heard his bones breaking, his face warped with agony. His hand was broken in seven places and then my grip slipped.

All of them just started to kick me. Over and over, it was like a kicking circle that kills. I heard a voice from outside the circle.

"Let him go." Said the voice. "Or he will make you."

Everyone parted, and I saw two people. One of them was small, maybe 5 foot 8. He was white and looked like normally he would be friendly but now he wore an angry expression.

The other was 6 feet even and old. He was probably 60 and had a white goatee, and Asian face. He wore a robe. The hair went above his lip and continued over his chin. He carried an bo staff.

That was my favorite weapon. And this one looked perfect. Pure black, flames and electricity arcing from the handle in a printed design upon the metal. The metal looked very light yet pointed at the ends. I could tell it was perfectly balanced.

The white man said, "Don't touch him again. If you do then he will strike you down." The white man pointed to the Asian man in the robe, who was leaning heavily on his bo.

I saw my assailants lean back towards me. I knew a few more kicks would kill me. I was one foot in the grave before I even came to this prison. One aimed a kick to my head, and I went to block.

My block failed, but his didn't. The Asian man blocked the kick with his staff, and then put the Bo under his foot. He flipped the man, and smashed his back. Everyone turned and looked at him. Then they all attacked.

He blocked every strike with his Bo. Every punch thrown was struck and deflected. At one point they all lunged and he spun the bow around his head, hitting most of their faces.