The Shot Caller & The Live Wire

Instinct

The moment he said "he's my son" it was as if he triggered the explosive to go off. The boy broke free from the guards holding him back and slammed in to Money, his fist Colliding with Money's face. And with every punch he said "Don't" *punch* "call" *punch* "me" *punch* "your" *punch* "son!" *punch*.

"Taser, taser, taser!", the guard called, giving the verbal warning that a taser was about to be discharged.

"Ah!", the kid screamed as the prongs shot in to his back and the volts of electricity ripped through his body, still trying to swing, but he let out another scream a moment later and fell down to the ground.

"Relax, Harlon! You want it again?! You want it again, do you?! Fucking hold still!", the guard yelled as Elliot tried getting back up. "You fucking lay there, don't fucking move or you're getting it again!".

Money watched, wide eyed as multiple guards now circled the struggling boy on the ground, trying to cuff him, their knees pressed in to his back.

It was then he snapped in to reality, lunging forward towards the guards who were roughing up his son right in front of him. "Hey, get the fuck off of him!", Money growled, shoving one of the guards who kneeled in to Elliot's back. Sure, the kid had just attacked him but it was still his son the guards were roughing up. And he felt an instinct tugging at him, despite not seeing the boy in over thirteen years, to help his son against the guards.

"Back off Money!", one of the guards yelled, standing up and holding his taser up towards the man.

"You don't need to do all that! You fuckheads don't need to do all that! Get the fuck off him!", Money yelled back. Sure, his son was still struggling against the C.O's but it was his son. He wasn't about to let some pigs rough him up.

One of the guards triggered an alarm then, sensing the impending danger, and all the inmates in the unit wasted no time dropping themselves down on to the ground, their hands on the back of their heads. All the inmates but Money.

"Get down Money!", one of the guards shouted furiously.  A second later more guards came charging in to the unit, one smacking Money hard in the legs with a baton, knocking him to the ground before they pounced on him, their knees pressed in to his back, a taser pressed firmly against him.

He held still as the guards cuffed him up, his head turning so he was at eye level with Elliot who still struggled against the guards.

"Taser!", one of the guards shouted, before he heard the familiar sound of the electricity and Elliot let out of shout of pain. It was then Money began struggling again against the guards himself, determined to get the men off his son.

"Leave him alone!", he shouted, before relenting and falling still once more. "Elliot, stop it", he said, eyeing his son, looking in to the boy's furious eyes. He noticed the tears brimming the boy's eyes and he knew it wasn't from the pain of the taser, but the emotions he felt at seeing his father again.

"Get off me!", Elliot yelled, shaking his body trying to break free from the guards even still.

"Elliot, stop! Elliot! Stop it, just relax. Relax", Money said to the boy, trying to save his son from getting tased once again. "Hey, relax. Relax bud. Relax".

"Get the fuck off me!", Elliot screamed, before suddenly, finally, letting his body go still.

Money laid there, forced to watch as the guards practically hogtied his son, before lifting him up and slamming him down in to a restraint chair.

"Fuck", Money gasped, letting his forehead fall against the floor, out of breath. 

He watched as the boy was wheeled from the room, still struggling against the restraint chair and shouting obscenities. The kid didn't quit  once he was off, and he was off.

"Fuck!".