The Shot Caller & The Live Wire

Live Wire

The boy was an explosive waiting to go off, and on a short fuse at that. The kid had major anger issues, and when he snapped, it would often take him hours to settle down. And today was no different. He had a reputation, and today he would prove his reputation in this new housing unit.

The entire housing unit seemed to know the youngblood. Fellow youngbloods and old heads alike greeted the seventeen year old with respect, knowing him from other jails, from on the outs, solitary, or their times together in other housing units.

And today, the moment Elliot arrived on the housing unit, everyone could tell the kid was ready to pop off. And they weren't wrong. For he was led in to the housing unit, dropped his belongings down in his cell, and immediately walked straight out back in to the unit. The men watched as he marched straight up to the group of skinheads sitting on the tables in the far corner of the unit, and to a man named Money. And they couldn't believe their eyes, at what happened next.

"You Money?", the kid asked.

"Who's asking", Money responded, his brows furrowing suspiciously.

"Me, stupid!", the kid spat back. "Are you fucking dense, I just asked didn't I!?". This immediately harbored the attention of Money's gang all sitting around him. And Money stood up off the table, getting in to the kids face.

"Yeah I'm Money! And who fuck are you? Other than the little shit I'm about to-", he began. But he didn't finish the sentence. Before he could get all of it out, the kid suddenly drew back his fist, chin checking Money hard. And before Money could even react the kid landed a cruel right hook to him.

"Fucking moron!", Shotgun yelled, jumping off the table and ready to back his homeboy up, but the fight was clearly just between Elliot and Money. The other inmates crowded around as Money slammed in to the young boy, knocking him down to the ground and landing brutal blows in to him. But the boy was just as ruthless and tough, and momentarily got the upper hand on Money, getting his leg up and kicking Money off of him before pouncing, slamming his fist down on to the man's face over, and over, and over in a brutal assault.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!", the guards yelled, suddenly running in to the unit to break up the fight. One grabbed Elliot and yanked him back off of Money, who instantly attempted to lunge forward for the boy, but two guards grabbed him.

"Get off me! Get the fuck off me! Let me fuck this loser up!", the boy yelled furiously, eyeing Money with a wild eyed sort of hatred.

"Harlon! Harlon cut the shit!", a guard said to Money, who struggled against their grip to get to the youngblood. He'd teach the kid a lesson. And he wasn't anywhere near done. He'd break the kid's face.

"Harlon! And- Harlon!", one of the guard said, first addressing Money and then looking to the younger man.

"Elliot! Elliot, calm your ass down!", another guard yelled as he struggle to hold Jacob Elliot Harlon Jr. back. "Elliot I swear I'll fucking tase you! Fucking stop it! Jacob Elliot Harlon you cut your shit out right now! Don't make me pull my taser out! I will fucking use it!".

It was then Money settled. He was in too much shock to continue fighting to get at the boy. Instead, he stared at him, wide eyed. Money looked in utter shock.

"Jacob Elliot Harlon?", he asked. "Holy fuck!".

"Don't call me Jacob, you piece of shit! I don't want your name! I never wanted your fucking name, you deadbeat piece of shit!".

"You know him?", Shotgun asked, nodding towards the boy.

"He's-", Money said, entirely shocked and at a loss for words, struggling over them.

"He's my son".