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Colton fucking Baal. He’s an evil motherfucker, and is currently chuckling as he speaks to one of the Aryan Brotherhood gang members. I’ve never seen him before, but that doesn’t mean anything since I’ve been in such a funk while I’ve been in prison.

I used to depend on Theo to get the tea and everyone around me, and now I don’t even care anymore. Until now.

“Reyes, what are you looking at?” someone hisses under his breath. Glancing over, I see that it’s my cellmate, Henderson.

“What do the Aryans think about pedophiles?” I ask under my breath in return. “Would they miss a piece of shit like that?”

“Hey, this is prison, we don’t get attached,” he mutters. “How do you know that he’s a pedophile?”

“He’s in prison for raping my stepsister,” I reply softly. “His name is Colton, right?”

“I know him as Baal, but I’ve heard others use that name,” he confirms. “You’ve got a crazy fucking look in your eyes, man.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I murmur. “I’m good.”

Glancing away so I won’t accidentally make eye contact with the bastard, I decide to take a walk. Others are doing the same to stretch their legs, and everyone is ignoring them. I carry one weapon with me at all times, and it’s cliched.

However, the shiv I made is a security blanket. I made it after my stint in solitary confinement, which means I’ve never lost it to getting caught with it on my person. There are a variety of places I can hide it in my orange jumpsuit.

I’m not worried about it. I just need to bide my time as I stalk slowly around the yard. Occasionally, there will be fights that break out between factions, and I hope fate will smile down on me.

A few people jostle each other, but it’s not enough to explode into a fight. Growling under my breath, I curse fate because she’s a fucking bitch. Always messing with everyone’s lives, never giving anyone a damn break.

“Bring it in!” the senior guard on duty yells.

Now, I could stir up shit with the fact that Colton is a pedophile. But what if someone kills him before I can get to him? Fuck, I have a new hyperfixation to swallow up my whole fucking life, and since it’s not much of one now, that’s fine by me.

Swallowing hard, I decide this isn’t going to be my best moment to kill the bastard, so I amble back inside the prison walls. Colton has a definite in with the Aryans, smirking at something one of them says to him.

“File in quietly,” the senior officer reprimands.

I watch and wait, paying attention to every movement Colton makes, where he goes and when. Some prisoners here have some kind of job, though I don’t. My depression has marked me as someone to watch, too dangerous to allow to work.

It fit my mood to be feared even by the guards typically, until today. I want to fuck this guy up with my heavy boots on my feet. A good ole fashion curb stomping would bring happiness to my dead, black heart.

My smile makes the inmates around me flinch, and a pocket of space surrounds me.

The hours stretch interminably, yet now that I’ve seen Colton, I notice him a lot more. I don’t know how I didn’t see the saggy dick before.

“You’re stalking him now?” Henderson asks, blowing out a breath.

“Mmhmm,” I grunt, cracking my knuckles.

“Need a little prison riot to help?” he asks, barely moving his lips as he leans against the walk beside me.

“What will it cost me?” I ask in return.

“I’m bored, and I’ve been asked to start some shit to teach someone else a lesson,” he explain with a shrug.

“So this is a side long favor?” I ask.

“Nah, this is six degrees of separation or some shit,” he says with a smirk. “If you want to fuck him up, this is your chance. It’s gonna get brutal fast. It’s been a while since we’ve had a riot break out, and the guards aren’t as vigilant. Look.”

Allowing my gaze to move through the room, I see there are more newbies on shift, and that they’re idly talking. Their attention isn’t as focused as it needs to be, and the inmates have noticed. All the better for me.

This will be worth ending up in solitary confinement.

“Start creeping over,” Henderson says, his eyes on a huge inmate who is walking somewhat aimlessly. It’s gaining the attention of the guards somewhat erroneously it seems.

I can see that others are moving slowly as well, which means I begin to walk closer to Colton. When shit hits the fan, I’ll be in a position to do something about it.

My shiv gets pulled out of one of my hidden pockets in increments, my heart beat moving as if in slow motion. There’s an anticipation in the air, and I can see some of the more seasoned guards beginning to feel it.

It’s too late to defuse it though. Heads are gonna fucking roll.

As if there’s a hidden signal, Henderson fucking decks the inmate in front of him, and shit gets wild.

Colton tries to make a run for it, but I grab him by his stupid, fluffy hair and pull him back. My shiv is within reach, yet I punch the dick where his kidney is located, hard. I continue punching him, enjoying the way he begins to choke on blood.

I’m much taller than him, making it easy for me to press my lips to his ear. I’m not going to have much time to play with my food, and that’s a pity. Riots live and die within minutes because of how fast guards react.

Though, they still are scrambling to pull their heads out of their asses.

“Fight, fight, fight!” The inmates scream as they brawl, and it’s a thing of beauty.

“I don’t know how you ever thought Rachelle was someone you could rape,” I rasp in his ear as I pull the shiv from my jumpsuit. “This is for her. May it help to kill some of her demons in the afterlife.”

“Wait, what?” he yells, but I’m already stabbing him over and over in his neck with the shiv. The fucking thing gets slippery with blood, so my solution is to use the heel of my hand to shove it all the way into his throat.

Good luck getting that out. The sounds of him choking on his own blood isn’t enough, so I turn his body to face me and begin to pummel it with my fists.

When he falls amidst the crush of bodies, I stomp on his body.

Another inmate snickers as he sees me, and we proceed to kick the shit out of him together.

“I wonder if his head’ll come off!” the inmate screams, and I simply shrug.

I’m consumed with bloodlust, the screams of the men around me driving me to do things I don’t know if I’d do otherwise.

The inmate and I kick and jump on Colton’s body, trying to behead him.

I’m not entirely sure when his heart stopped, but there’s blood all over my face when the brawl is finally broken up, and one of the guards tazes me in his effort to take me down.

As my body drops, and various inmates are also tased or forced to stop fighting, my eyes meet Colton Baal’s blank, dead stare. His face is swollen with bruises and blood, his body covered in blood from my shiv stabbing him over and over.

Today, Justice was met in a way that the United States Judicial System couldn’t.

As my eyes droop from the adrenaline dump and the electricity still pulsing through my body, the guard pulls me up to do whatever it is that’s needed for my part in the riot.

I don’t know if I’ll be punished for killing this pedophile.

Frankly, I don’t think it matters.

I can’t control my body right now, so I’m at his mercy. I don’t care though, because Colton is dead.

Fly high, Sweet Girl. I hope you’re watching from heaven, Rachelle, and that you’re proud of me. Be at peace.