LOCKUP

FIGHT

A few days after his encounter, Kian was confronted by Lynch, Deuce, and several other Crips in his cell. Once again, Kian was reading one of his books.

Lynch walked up to Kian and snatched the book from Kian's hands, tearing it in half down the spine, "You best listen to us now boy," He let the two pieces of the book fall to the ground, "You's one of us now, a crip. And we don't fuck around and chill in our cells. We do business out in the yard, not sit on our asses," He followed this with a hard kick to Kian's bed, "And read shitty books."

Kian got to his feet, facing Lynch, "Fine." Last thing he wanted was to be kicked out by the crips. That wasn't something anyone wanted to undergo, "What do I need to do?"

"We got some beef with a lil' bitch gang. Skinners I think they name is. You gon' help us fuck them up. Unless you a fuckin' pussy?" One of the fellow crips, Syco, said as he glared at Kian.

"Call me a fuckin' pussy again bitch I dare you," Kian snarled as he stepped forward threateningly before Lynch shoved him back.

"Crips don't fight with each other, cracker. Heal yo fuckin' ego and roll with us to crack sum skulls."

Shooting a glare at Syco, Kian nodded at Lynch, "Let's go."

Since together they formed such a large group, they had to divide up into several individual groups of three and all head to the prison yard at least five or six minutes apart from each other. If they all went as one group, guards would tell something was up and would pay much more attention to them. Attention that they 100% did not want.

Kian got put with Deuce and another guy with them named Slamma. They were one of the last groups to head out, and all three of them had shanks. Kian's heart was starting to hammer in his chest, his eyes darting everywhere as they went onto the yard.

Deuce nudged him roughly before glaring slightly, "Chill the fuck out boy you lookin' sus."

With a nod, Kian swallowed back his fear like vomit, "What's the plan?"

"Our crew here gon' meet up with those two crews over there," He pointed over to two other crip divisions a distance away on the yard, "We linkin' wit 'em and then we gonna fuck up those lil' racist white motherfuckers." He nodded over to a small group of pasty white men, tattoos covering their whole bodies.

Just something about looking at them made Kian want to hurt them already, "When we doing that?"

"On our brotha Lynch's signal."

"What's the signal?"

"You'll know boy," Deuce chuckled to himself as he sat up on one of the concrete picnic tables, looking out over the yard with Kian and Slamma with him.

"Whachu in for cracker?" Slammer sat on a concrete bench, looking at Kian.

"Drugs and shit. Two year sentence." Kian leaned against the table, not wanting to sit.

Slamma raised a brow at him, "Two years? Why you rolling with the crips then? Crips have at least ten years plus sentence."

"The bloods withdrew their good will for me. Did this to me," He pulled up his DOC shirt to show his bandaged stomach.

Slamma whistled, "Damn boy. That with a shit shank? They like those."

"Yeah. Motherfuckers fucked with me and I'm gonna fuck them the fuck up someday." His jaw clenched as he thought about the attack.

"Chill boy. We don't fuck around with the Bloods unless we have to. Don't start a war with them." Deuce smacked the back of Kian's head slightly.

A few minutes later, Kian saw two crip divisions sauntering over to the guards. The guards looked like they were warning the crips to back off, but there was no hesitation on the crips' part as they closed in on the guards and attacked.

Even from where Kian was, he could hear the shouting and swearing, even the thudding sounds of the guards' billy clubs hitting bodies was audible.

Deuce hopped off the table, "That's our cue. Come on boys." He started walked toward the Skinners, Kian and Slamma in tow.

Kian could see the other two groups walking to the Skinners as well. It was a reasonably good idea for a battle plan. Distract the guards from stopping the fight, then close in on the opposing gang from three different directions.

"Too late to turn back now," Slamma chuckled as he took out his two shanks. His light heartedness about this situation made Kian even more nervous.

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Sorry for the long wait for this chapter haha.

Hopefully you're interested in this though! 

~Jake