This is my first proper post on the Fan-fic board. I threw some ideas around and I've put a character together with a rough origin story, though I've not entirely thought about how the character is going to turn out after, but I'll get to that. Any constructive criticism is welcome. Contains some strong language.
Dilok #0 - Deadlock
Allan B. Polunsky Unit - Texas.
Worst place to do time in Texas
Kalem, with the help of his bestfriend, Ryan, has landed himself behind bars in the toughest prison in Texas. Helping push drugs from street to street seemed like their only option, but now that they've slipped up, all their options are on the other side of a big stone wall surrounding the prison.
"Least we get to share a cell" said Ryan.
"Yeah. Great. Just me and you. You know, if I ever pictured us living together, it definitely wasn't like this" said Kalem.
"In some ways, it beats what's on the other side."
Kalem looks to his friend and curiously raises an eyebrow.
"..we don't have to run no more."
"Get some sleep Ryan, you might need it."
They both sleep. But as they finally begin to rest after a long night, they are more unprepared for the following day than they could ever know. See the prison guards here get bored much quicker than their prisoners. In order to satisfy this boredom, they do what any human does by nature; create a game.
The next morning.
"Cell 19. Black, Ward, out front." commanded the same warden that locks their cell every night.
"Ah, breakfast" said Ryan, a little too happily for someone sleeping on a stone floor every night.
Their cell is unlocked and they are marched past their fellow inmates and down some stairs. The guards escort them through a couple hallways and down some more stairs. They started becoming weary of their surroundings. Loud voices filled the space beneath them, and there was a couple of loose pipes rattling around somewhere. As they got closer to their destination, they began to hear what sounded like a crowd. A crowd fueled by testosterone and whatever else these maniacs could get their hands on. They were approaching what looked like an arena.
"Both of you sit here" instructed the guard as he parked them both on a bench, now only feet away from a roaring crowd of inmates.
"We have something.. special planned for you boys" one of the other guards chimed in.
"I really don't like the look of this Kalem.. I hope we're here to watch"
Kalem looked at his friend with a look of concern he wouldn't show often. They were in trouble.
"Alright you animals, quieten down so we can begin"
"We have a couple of new faces joining us today. I hope you'll show them the proper welcoming."
"You. You're up first" the guard gestured at Kalem to enter through the steel gate, into the arena.
It looks like one of those prison fight clubs you've seen in the movies. Kalem enters onto the stone cold floor, and the gate shuts behind him. The gate on the other side of the arena swings open. A towering brute of a man steps forward into the ring, followed by a menacing roar from his fellow inmates. Kalem seems unphased, on the surface at least.
"Okay gentlemen, since we have a newcomer, let me explain the rules real quick. This fight will continue until one of you are unconscious. No eye gouging, no biting, no groin shots. When I say stop, you stop. Now give us all a show" the inmates erupt in excitement. Ryan looks on in fear. The combatants glare at each other like vultures preparing for their next meal.
A bell rings, the referee gestures a thumbs up to each fighter, and the fight starts. Kalem takes up a standard boxing stance, as does his opponent. Kalem shows some promise as ducks under the first punch swung of the fight, and regains his stance. The behemoth before him comes in harder with two swings, one of which glances the side of Kalems head. Kalem returns fire with a jab to the nose.
"Step in, Step out" Kalem thought to himself.
"Start small, build on each strike" Kalem continues to pepper away with a few more jabs, leaving his opponent indecisive to return fire.
"Alright, time to set my rhythm" One punch flies over Kalems head, another connects with the ribs of Kalems opponent. Perfect timing coupled with patience is serving him well.
"Ugh-" Kalems opponent returns fire almost instantly with a thundering uppercut. Kalem nearly comes off his feet. His opponent goes to continue his assault but meets air instead as Kalem recuperates his stance. Kalem see's his opening after his giant of an opponent fatally misses his mark. He sticks him right in the jaw with a straight right hand that shook the whole room. He continues to barrage his opponent to head and body, blow after blow. Another left to the ribs, another right to the nose. After a series of unanswered blows Kalems opponent lies bloody. The guards sound the bell and Kalem's hand is raised before he is escorted out of the gate.
"Fucking A Kalem!" shouts Ryan as he cheers on his only friend.
The friends share a brief handshake before the guards grab Ryan's arms and throttle him through the gate, into the bloodied arena.
"Hey don't fucking touch him-"
"Shut up Black, it's his turn."
"He can't fight."
"Well, he'd better learn quick."
Kalem sprints to the side of the cage as Ryan's fearsome looking opponent enters the arena with him.
"Listen to me Ryan.. j-just keep your eyes on him. Remember everything I told you, when we were younger. Remember those tricks I showed you. Just-" Kalem is interrupted as the guards pull him back from the cage. He looks on in despair at his inexperienced friend.
**This isn't finished, but it's too late at night for me to get the rest of this done. I'll have it finished within the next 24 hours. Feedback would be appreciated.**
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