Couple days passed since being stabbed in the leg by what seemed to be the last man who had respect for Joe. Guy was such a coward he has to wait until I could barley stand to get the better of me.

What Jackie failed to realize is when I beat down Joe a lot of his followers turned to me as leader due to the fact that a lot of them only followed his orders out of fear. Joe was a hot head and used his fighting ability to get what he wanted... but me...I can throw hands but I also have something Joe nor Jackie had and that's intelligence.

It was 3pm and we were all out in the yard. Some played cards while others lifted weights. I sat down on the bench as I was about to prove another point to anyone who doubted me. The day after Jackie pulled his stunt with me I spoke with a few men who just happened to despise Joe and had nothing to lose because they had received life sentences. Out of respect for what I did for Joe they wanted to pay me back with a favor... so I cashed in on it. Told the 3 exactly what to do.

321pm Jackie laid on the bench with 275LBS attached... he was a coward but physically strong. Soon as he begins benching the plan went into motion. 2 of the men I spoke to began a ruckus on the other side of the yard drawing all eyes and guards attention on them. The other guy walked up to Jackie from behind as if he was going to spot him... he had a shank hidden.

Jackie replies "I got this weight, don't help me".

The man replies back "Wasn't going to!".

He then grabs his shank and stabs Jackie right in the side of the neck killing him almost instantly. The man then walks off acting casual while I remained around 50 feet away.

Guards rushed over to Jackie but by then it was to late... they lined us up and tried scaring an answer out of one of us but with no proof there was nothing they could do.

Inmates knew the deal but with no respect or fear for Joe anymore no one would talk.

I had one thing left to do... get the guard who let Jackie rough me up, however that was revenge I would take after getting out of this place.

Two weeks before

In the courtyard

Roy a brutish thug that went on a killing spree went into the jail for his own protection, sitting on a bench with holds and splinters, Roy finds himself talking to some thugs and brutes within the facility, he himself was well respected as he has life in his hell hole. With the current rumours of KL taking out the big man, Roy knowing Joe from his enforcing days knew he had to do something to get his reputation back.

Sitting on the bench every tuesday in the courtyard, he would wait until he saw those doors with KL's face. Roy gets his underlings to scourer for information about how long he's in for.

Cafeteria

"Jackie gone and spoilt the trophy,"  Two and half weeks later, eating two size filled trays, people give him for tribute - ten fights have happened since then - with the guards now upped from, Roy nods and stares forward with everyone eating as he hears this news. Knowing everyone in this hell hole, Roy definitely knows Jackie - with threats to his ones that he extorts, he's face has met Roy's fist. Roy - getting up towards a guard, giving him some words. 

Showers'

With Jackie Singing in the showers, not looking around him as there is just space, Roy appears from the shadows fully clothed, producing a shank. Closing up on Jackie - he see's Roy's shadow turning around suddenly;

"R-roy?" Jackie says with soap in his eyes, "Whoa, Roy, what're you doing?" Silence from Roy is returned as he grasps his throat and puts a shank in his kidneys, leaving the room with ice filled eyes as he can hear screams of pain and shouting for help.

Present Day

Courtyard

Watching from afar on his bench as he can see KL and his goons plan - Roy sits there with Joe, they both converse with each other as all their favours have been removed as their respect from the rest of the prisoners - though they don't get harassed by any of the other inmates, they don't fear them any more. Rations within the cafeteria are reduced back to normal amounts and the privilege of roaming the prisons courtyard without a glare or a smirk has been exhausted;

Roy whispers towards Joe, sitting next to him, Joe moves closer with his face looking like a bruised fruit - slightly dented from the power of the trays, "You've got along time in this shit hole, and so do I," Roy stops - staring straight at KL, as he see's two people move from their position towards Jackie - trying to gain his bearings with the weights, "You cause a distraction, I go in for the kill it's th-" Roy hears the familiar sounds of Jackie's scream, but it's snuffed out in seconds. Roy looks over the distance, looking at a pool of blood as the alarms of the jail go off. The two lie down on their stomachs with their hands on their head and their legs crossed. Roy raises his head as he see's KL's face smirk before getting on the ground himself.

Cafeteria 

Joe sitting on an empty table starts to get up - even with his entire face bruised, his muscles are still like steel. Standing up ontop his table - running from each table to the next towards KL, each leg movement is like a cheetah, but his torso like a Ferocious bear storming towards the table. KL sitting their eating calmly with eight people around his table, hears the stomping come near - as four get clothes-lined by Joe. Roy calmly walking through the high hysteria of the place going AWOL, with his hands in his pockets - Roy gets behind KL and starts to place his giant muscles around KL's neck as the entire prison in the cafeteria start to brawl with each other, some jump on Roy's back, dragging him down to the ground - with KL still placed in Roys hands, he tightens his grip.

Roy nearly chokes me out as his grip was to tight to break. The guards pull us apart just in time, upon standing I look into Roy's eyes and say. "Don't worry Roy, ill send you a postcard when I get out of here you fucking fruitcake." Saying this with a smirk really looked like it pissed him off.

The guards bring me back to solitary.

Once again the door to confinement opens but KL doesn't scurry. He looks the man straight in the eyes. As the man walks in he pulls a shank from his jacket but drops it to the floor instead. "Im Pepei. I'm from North Side too and your under our protection. Oh by the way your out of confinement early. Get up" Pepei offered KL his hand and yanked him up.

As Pepei walked men moved out of his way but not out of intimidation. Out of respect. After what seemed like a decade of entering off limit rooms eyed up by guards they eventually came to a luxurious cell. A man in his 60s was cooking at the stove and eyed KL suspiciously. "So your KL" the man began.

Looking around the cell I take a seat. I reply to Pepei "Yea I'm KL, I haven't seen you around here since I've been in. What's your story?... the nice cell and all this special treatment."

The man looks at KL and laughs. He points to the old man at the stove. "My story is I work for this guy. But his story remains a mystery till he says otherwise. Anyway as we said were offering protection....but you do things for us. Capuche?"

Kl nods bleakly. "Good good. Your first job is to beat up some negro by the name of Tyrone. Its arranged for you two to be alone in the laundry in half an hour. Break every bone in his body but keep him alive. Now go"