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hellfire_andfuryWriting prompts;
setting: prison.
"Fuck you, pig!"
Viktor slumped against the wall of the prison cell feeling the familiar cold sensation creep into his back. The cold stone wall now a friend since the first time he got flung into the cell for arson. It wasn't fucking arson though, it was a bit of fun with a home-made fire bomb. The cops were now staring at the young delinquent through the cage doors taking down some notes.
"Viktor, this is your third visit now to our cells. You're going to be unemployable by the time you're 18. Is this what you want? To remain a juvinile delinquent the rest of your life?"
The police officer frowning at the young man who was only 15. He'd been kicked out of school and was now setting fire to buildings and police vehicles for "fun." Viktor found it fun because he was bored and his parents had basically booted him out anyway so why not caused some chaos? His gang friends found it hilarious. The young punk dressed in a ripped denim "battle jacket" emblazoned with various punk patches and offensive slogans. Long hair and a huge chip on his shoulder the size of a small planet.
"Fuck off. There's nothing to do on this estate and my old man will bail me out as always."
Viktor knew his father would be down the station yet again paying to get his son out of jail. For what it was worth it was the only decent thing Viktor's father did for his son in the punk's eyes. His mother of course would end up smacking Viktor around the head if he did ever come back home. He never did though. It was usually a brief nod to his dad and then he ran off to his gang hideout.
"We also found these in your pockets when we searched you."
The officer pulling out a flick knife, a Zippo lighter with a pack of cigarettes, a condom and a porn magazine.
Viktor shrugged. So what? Wasn't a bloke allowed to have his own possession? These fucking pigs could suck a huge cock. The punk offered a middle finger and wanted his stuff back. Fuck this.
"Yeah and? That's my stuff. Give it back. I fucking bought it and didn't steal this time."
The punk often stealing while on the streets. He acted much older than he really was and adulthood wasn't a basket of roses at all. It was hell. The officers put away Viktor's possessions into a sealed clear bag as evidence. A boy of 15 shouldn't be having such items like this. The punk just stared out of the small cell window just waiting for his dad to come along and bail him out so he could fuck the hell out of this shit hole.
setting: prison.
"Fuck you, pig!"
Viktor slumped against the wall of the prison cell feeling the familiar cold sensation creep into his back. The cold stone wall now a friend since the first time he got flung into the cell for arson. It wasn't fucking arson though, it was a bit of fun with a home-made fire bomb. The cops were now staring at the young delinquent through the cage doors taking down some notes.
"Viktor, this is your third visit now to our cells. You're going to be unemployable by the time you're 18. Is this what you want? To remain a juvinile delinquent the rest of your life?"
The police officer frowning at the young man who was only 15. He'd been kicked out of school and was now setting fire to buildings and police vehicles for "fun." Viktor found it fun because he was bored and his parents had basically booted him out anyway so why not caused some chaos? His gang friends found it hilarious. The young punk dressed in a ripped denim "battle jacket" emblazoned with various punk patches and offensive slogans. Long hair and a huge chip on his shoulder the size of a small planet.
"Fuck off. There's nothing to do on this estate and my old man will bail me out as always."
Viktor knew his father would be down the station yet again paying to get his son out of jail. For what it was worth it was the only decent thing Viktor's father did for his son in the punk's eyes. His mother of course would end up smacking Viktor around the head if he did ever come back home. He never did though. It was usually a brief nod to his dad and then he ran off to his gang hideout.
"We also found these in your pockets when we searched you."
The officer pulling out a flick knife, a Zippo lighter with a pack of cigarettes, a condom and a porn magazine.
Viktor shrugged. So what? Wasn't a bloke allowed to have his own possession? These fucking pigs could suck a huge cock. The punk offered a middle finger and wanted his stuff back. Fuck this.
"Yeah and? That's my stuff. Give it back. I fucking bought it and didn't steal this time."
The punk often stealing while on the streets. He acted much older than he really was and adulthood wasn't a basket of roses at all. It was hell. The officers put away Viktor's possessions into a sealed clear bag as evidence. A boy of 15 shouldn't be having such items like this. The punk just stared out of the small cell window just waiting for his dad to come along and bail him out so he could fuck the hell out of this shit hole.
