LOCKUP

DEUCE

A week later Kian got transferred to a new cell block. The week long wait had made him think that he wasn't going to be changing cell blocks as Lynch had promised, but finally a guard came up to his cell and banged on it with his billy club.

"You's gettin' transferred. Pack your shit and come with me."

Kian had been reading a book that his mother had sent to him from Montana. In prison, hardcover books weren't allowed and books being sent in to inmates had to be brand new and paperback. When he first got the three books, he'd relished in the smell of the new books since it was probably the best smelling thing in the whole prison.

He looked up quickly, shutting the book fast instinctively but once he saw the guard he relaxed, only slightly. Guards on Riker's are almost as bad as the inmates except they hide behind badges.

"Transferred? Did I do something?"

"Don't ask any fucking questions, you get that through your thick stupid head?" The guard growled at Kian as he stood waiting.

Kian gathered up his books, quickly hiding a shank he'd made that past week in one of his books that he'd carved a space inside to hide stuff like shanks in. Once he'd gotten his small amount of stuff gathered, he walks to the guard, "This is it..."

"More than most of the scum in this place. Come on and walk ahead of me."

Walking in front of the guard for about ten minutes, he was finally guided to his new cell with his new cellmate waiting for him.

"I'll let you two get to know each other," The guard chuckled to himself as he walked away once he pushed Kian into the cell.

The cellmate was probably in his early twenties but with a stocky build to him and a bit overweight. He had short dreads since dreads were moderated by guards in length as a safety hazard.

He craned his neck to make sure the guard was gone before slamming Kian against the wall hard, his hands on Kian's collar, "Why you here white boy? This crip territory boy, your kind ain't welcome here." He snarled at Kian as he waited for him to answer.

"Your breath stinks," Kian groaned, turning his head away before shoving the inmate back, "And don't touch me motherfucker. Lynch made me a crip, got me transferred to this cell block too. So I'm one of you if you like it or not."

"Nah yo, you'll never be one of us. You don't got shit what it takes to be like us. You a mothafuckin' white ass pussy."

"The fuck makes you say that bitch?" Kian glared at him, "I swear to God if you touch me again though I will fuck you up."

"You won't fuck anyone up in here, you a pussy. Worried 'bout gettin' a longer sentence. You white too. Ain't no real crip white." He looked Kian up and down disgusted.

"I'll fuck you up I fucking swear you cunt. Fuck with me and you're dead," Kian pointed his six inch bolt with a sharpened tip at the cell mate, "What's your name motherfucker?"

The inmate looked down at the shank, then smirked slightly, "Prince Deuce. Call me PD."

"Police Department? I don't fucking think so. Nice to meet you Deuce."

"Welcome to the Crips white boy." Deuce held out his hand to be shaken.

After looking down at his hand for a few seconds, Kian shook his hand, "I feel so welcome now."

Violence was going to have to become second nature to Kian

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Only one update today again. Once again.

Quality over quantity.

~Jake