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Who: Sword, Sen, Jay, Mika and a whole bunch of NPCs
When: Afternoon
Where: The Cells & Showers
What: Sword shows everyone he’s back!
Rating: NC-17



Sword was back in his cell. He laid down in his bunk with a sigh, "This sucks...."

Sen tossed a clean blanket at his head. "Get used to it, kid." He rubbed absently at the scar on his arm. "Want me to fill you in on what's been happening?"

"No. Just don't call me kid," He grumbled.

Sen sat on the desk. "You want me to go tell your guys you're out...? Well... the ones that are left..."

"Not funny."

"I'm not trying to be funny, I'm being serious."

"Why couldn't you just let me die?"

"I told you. I'm selfish, and I like having you around."

"Yeah. You are."

"Plus I don't think you wanted to die really. I think it was a cry for help." He paused. "Wanna hit the showers? You smell."

"If it was a cry for help then I would have just shot up, not tried to O.D!" He stood and threw the chair across the cell, "You should have left me to die!" He punched a hole through the desk.

Sen winced at the impact of the chair hitting the wall, even more so at the new hole gracing the desk. He grabbed hold of Sword's wrists, gripping them tight, with a slight twist. "I couldn't just leave you there! Like that! You're better than this! Stronger than this!!"

"Says who!?" He snatched back his wrists and pushed Sen back.

Sen let out a growl, pushing Sword in return. "Says me!!"

Sword punched Sen the face, not good enough!"

Sen glared at Sword, bringing his hand up to his face, using the back of it to check for blood. He let out a hiss, punching Sword in the stomach.

Sword blocked most of it, grabbing onto Sen's fist and using it to throw him across the cell.

Sen let out a loud grunt of pain as his back smashed into something hard. He glared at Sword, reaching into his pocket to toss a shiv at him. "If you want to destroy me! Do it properly!!" He kept his eyes fixed on Sword, showing no fear in them. "Just remember who it was who stayed by your side! Remember who didn't abandon you!!"

Sword threw the shiv back at Sen, "Fuck you!" Damn Sen, he was supposed to use the shiv on him, not give it to him. He stormed out of the cell and headed for the showers.

One of Sword's former men stood outside the showers, one leg blocking the doorway. He fixed Sword with a cold glare. "Shower is out of bounds - the Shut Call is busy."

Sen waited a couple of minutes before following Sword to the showers.

Sword raised his eyebrows, "Excuse me!?"

"You deaf as well as dumb? I said the shower is out of bounds! You ain't top dog no more Sword, you showed your weak side, and lost your position!"

"Like hell I did!" He threw a hard punch at the man's face.

The man blocked the majority of the blow, spitting in Sword's face in return. "Face it, Sword. You're nothing but a loser - you lost everything - your woman, your brat, your men, your power - you got nothing left."

Sen took a step closer. "...Sword... Leave it... "

Sword grabbed the shiv in his back pocket and stabbed the guy blocking his way in the gut.

The man growled in pain, instantly moving his hand to the bleeding wound. "Don't think it'll be that easy to destroy the new Shut Call... He's no walk-over."

Sword reached forward and stabbed the guy again and kept doing it repeatedly.

The blood began to flow faster, soaking his shirt, a bloodied hand reaching out pathetically to stop him.

Sen moved over, resting his hand over Sword's arm. "Enough... He's already dieing... Let it go..."

"No! Not until he's dead!!" Sword swiped his arm to slit the guy's throat.

Sen jumped back a little as the man's body fell lifeless to the floor by Sword's feet, blood soaking the floor like a slaughterhouse. Sen felt like he was going to throw up. "... He's dead... Now let's go back to the cell and get this blood off you before you get thrown into solitary... You can deal with th new Shut Call later..." He once more took hold of Sword's arm, moving to take the shiv from him.

"No! I'm going to deal with him now!" He headed inside the shower.

A large man stood beneath one of the jets of water, a smaller man - barely out of his teens knelt in front of him giving him a blowjob. The larger man - known to many as simply Terry watched Sword approach. He petted the boy's head, before waving at the door, dismissing him. "You may leave. Now!" He turned his attention back to Sword. "I heard you were out after your little... ahem... incident... I wondered how long it would be before you paid me a visit."

"This is last you'll see of me. The last you'll see of anyone, you fucker!!" Sword ran over to him. He wasn't stupid enough to start waving around his shiv, trying to stab him just yet. He threw a punch at his face and then immediately his gut.

Terry dodged the punch to the face, but not the one to his gut, he bent over slightly, the wind knocked out of him a little. He returned the punch, before grabbing Sword by the hair, pulling it hard to pull Sword closer. "You think you can take me down with a few weak punches?" He shoved Sword away, clicking his fingers. A group of guys appeared, many used to be Sword's own lackeys, others were new faces.

Sword growled and readied himself for the fight, "I'll take you down as soon as I take down these fuckers." Sword looked around at the lackeys, "So come on! Bring it!"

Terry looked at Sword. "You really are pathetic Fish. Oh how the mighty have fallen. Look at you, like some wounded, flea-ridden mutt, abandoned in the gutter!" He clicked his fingers again. "Men, we're leaving."

"Don't be so sure," A voice came from the doorway. Michael had come for a shower but instead walked into a fight. Why couldn’t this happen everytime he needed to shower.

Terry rose an eyebrow. "And just who are you supposed to be? The Mutt's flea?!" A few of his men moved in front of him, almost creating a barrier between Terry and Michael.

"Nah. I'm just someone who likes a good fight."

Terry once more clicked his fingers. "Deal with the little one. But... don't kill him, he'll make a good trophy - remove his jaw if you need to, maim him a little, but I want him alive."

Michael's eyes flared with anger, "What did you call me?"
Terry smirked a little. "Oh, I'm sorry, it must be hard to hear me all the way down there!! I called you a 'little one'."

Jay stopped outside the door when he saw Sen, and the pool of blood leading to a body. He rose an eyebrow in question.

Sen shrugged and let out a sigh. "Sword found his fighting streak - the new shut call is provoking him, and Michael is about to kick ass..."

Jay put his towel on Sen's shoulder and stepped inside. Part of him wanted to laugh at the almost comical set-up, but he knew Sword and Michael together with flared tempers was no laughing matter.

Michael growled and lunged himself at Terry, breaking two faces in the process.

Sword smirked and began kicking ass himself.

Most of the lackeys showed their true colours - fleeing the moment trouble arose, showing that they were nothing more than weak bullyboys, hoping for an easy life. Some stayed true by Terry's side, punches and blades flying at Michael and Sword.

Jay stood back and watched mostly, eyes focusing on the way Michael moved and fought. After a moment, he decided merely watching was no fun, and moved in to get in on the action.

Michael dodged almost all of the attacks on him, taking only a few punches. He thrust the heel of his hand up into a number of faces and broke a lot of arms and legs, as well as some ribs.

Sword let Michael handle the lackeys as he went straight for Terry, running to tackle him

Jay had his hand wrapped around one of the lackey's throats, squeezing the air our of him. He had forgotten just how good it felt to watch a person die at his fingertips.

Terry pulled out his own shiv, swiping it over Sword's arm. All but screaming at his lackeys to stop being wimps and do their jobs!

Sen's eyes were fixed on the corridor, scanning in every direction for any sign of guards. The smell of blood was stronger, and was making him feel quite ill. He saw the familiar flash of a guard's uniform up ahead, he grabbed the towel Jay had put on his shoulder and tossed it into the main part of the shower. "Pst. Guard." He whispered, at the room of fighting inmates, before heading off to meet the guard mid-corridor, selling him some made up story about being cold in the night and needing a thicker blanket from the Linen Closet on Level two, thus getting rid of the guard as he went to fetch the blanket.

Sen's warnings went unnoticed and so did Terry's swipe at Sword's arm. Sword punched him in the gut and then in the temple, while he pulled out his shiv with his left hand and moved to stab him in the side.

The punch to the temple caused Terry's vision to go a litte blurry, knocking the sense out of him for a moment. By the time he had realised what was happening, the shiv was already piercing his organs. He grabbed Sword's throat with his fleeting energy, gripping tight - if he was going down, he wanted to drag Sword right down with him.

Sword removed the shiv only to stab Terry again and then a second time, "I told you I would take you down."

Terry fell to his knees, his grip on Sword's neck faltering a little, but not releasing entirely.

Jay looked around the room at the mass of broken, bloodied bodies - most would recover, some were as good as dead. "...Wow... We made a mess."

Sen returned, new blanket in tow. "The guards are gonna get suspicious soon... You guys get out of here."

Sword continued to stab Terry over and over again.

Sen moved to Sword's side, reaching out, curling his hand around Sword's to try and take the shiv. "It's over. You did what you came here to do. Go back to the cell and wash your hands, and change your shirt. I'll be right there."

Sword threw the shiv at Terry's lifeless body with a growl. He turned and quickly made his way back to his cell.

Michael watched him go, "What was all that about?"

Sen shrugged, picking the shiv up, wiping it on his shirt, before rearranging some of the dead bodies, making it look like an internal fight amongst the group. "The guy took over Sword's position, he wanted it back." Though Sen wondered if there was more to it than that.

Jay wrapped an arm around Michael. "Well... it doesn't look like we'll be showering... You reek of blood and sweat though."

Michael shrugged, "Well, get used to it."

Jay kissed his head. "Get used to my ashtray mouth then." He teased. "Let's go back to the cell, looks like things are pretty much done here."

Sen finished rearranging the bodies and shivs, before moving to pick his blanket up, to go back to the cell.

Sword was putting on a clean wife beater when Sen arrived back.

Sen tossed the blanket onto the top bunk and moved to the sink to wash the blood from his hands and arms.

"Not going to say anything?"

Sen pulled his bloodied shirt off, dunking it into the water. "What do you want me to say?"

Sword shrugged, "You can start off by telling me why you didn't tell me about Terry."

"I tried. You were the one who didn't want to listen." He pulled a clean shirt on. "Anyway... It's over now, he's dead and you're back on top."

Sword scoffed, "Yeah. I am." He threw the closest thing across the cell.

Sen flinched. "Please stop throwing things... It makes me nervous." He moved over to Sword, once more taking hold of his wrists. "Sit."

Sword growled but sat down on his bunk.

Sen knelt in front of him, not letting go of his wrists. "Look... I know you see me as the annoying jerk who maks your life Hell - I'm not an idiot, of course I know that. But that doesn't mean I can just stop caring about you. You took me in and protected me, and now I want to return the favour. I know you can protect yourself from other people - you've proved it many times... But I'm not so sure you can protect yourself from you." He let out a sigh, looking Sword in the eye. "I can't claim to know what you're going through, because I have no idea. But want to help you through this. Talk to me! Tell me what's on your mind."

"What on my mind is getting back on top."

"And you'll get there. Just take it easy, or you'll end up in Solitary instead."

"'Cause I won't anyway. I let too many of those guy live. It's their word against mine."

"They're not going to talk - they saw what happened to Terry, you've got them running scared. Besides... there's no proof you were there."

Sword scoffed, "If you say so."

Sen smiled darkly. "There is no proof what-so-ever, even if those guys talk."

Sword suddenly punched the bed frame, "How the fuck did I let things get so fucking out of hand?"

Sen flinched again. He should have expected it, but it still surprised him. "It's not as bad as it seems. You just need to let people know that you're back, bigger, stronger and more willing to kick ass than ever before."

Sword sighed, "Fuck my life."

Sen got up off the floor and sat on the bunk beside Sword. "Your life isn't so bad, you know? It's pretty interesting."

"That's because you’re on the outside looking in. You don't half of what goes on in my life."

"Then tell me."

"Why?"

"Because I'm interested, and if nothing else, it'll give you something to do for awhile."

"Somethings are better left unsaid."

"Well... just tell me part of it then."

"Kid wasn't mine."

Sen nodded. "I figured as much. The way you got really defensive ad angry when asked about the photo and the overdose." He shifted a little, not sure what to say. "Do you know who his real dad is?"

"With her? You have your pick of guys to chose from."

"Maybe you're better off without her? Besides, even if he isn't your kid biolgically, doesn't change that you were part of his life - and just think, he'll be able to grow up under the sun."

Sword made a face and punched the mattress beside him.

Sen was thankful it was the mattress Sword punched and not him! "Did you love her?"

"I thought I did."

"I thought I loved Cecille. I guess I'd be pretty messed up too if a kid was involved in that whole mess."

Sword clenched his jaw.

Sen drew his knees to his chest, resting his chin on them. "Don't you feel any better for talking about stuff? Like a weight is lifted off your shoulders?"

"No."

"Sometimes I feel like I'll just explode if I don't talk to someone, but then I remember there's no one to tell and just kinda shove it down somewhere deep inside." He rocked a little, tilting his head to look at Sword. "You know... your practically Shut Call again - how's it feel?"

"It feels like I shouldn't have had to get back the position."

"Hey, at least you reminded everyone who's boss, right?"

Sword snorted.

Sen poked his side lightly. "It's true."

Sword grabbed Sen's wrist roughly, "Don't touch me."

Sen snatched his wrist back, hugging his knees, letting out a sigh. "... You and Michael made a pretty impressive team..."

"Yeah. I noticed," Sword flopped back on his bunk and put his hands behind his head.

"You should make him your right-hand man."

"Maybe. We'll see."

"You want my spare blanket?"

"No. I'm fine."

"You want me to shut the hell up and get off your bunk?"

Sword sighed, "I don't know what I want, Sen."

"Give it time, things'll work themselves out. And if you ever need someone to talk to, even if it's just to yell at and punch... I'm here, you know."

"Good, come here."

Sen winced a little and shifted closer to Sword.

Sword lashed out and punched his shoulder.

Sen braced himself for the impact, but it didn't stop it hurting like a bitch. "Feel better now?"

"No."

"Wanna do it again?"

"I don't think punching you over and over is gonna help anything."

"Maybe this anger is actually sexual frustration... Just a thought."

Sword raised his eyebrows, "I have a feeling I'm not the one who's horny here."

Sen smiled a little, rubbing his shoulder. "I'm not horny. I have excellent self control, thank you very much."

"Yeah. I'm sure. Somehow I think that if I was laying here with my cock hanging out and full erection you'd be on it in two seconds."

"Well... You're not, so we'll never know."

"Good."