He drops to his knees and screams out in anger, clenching his hands into fists, and slamming them into the ground.
“I’ll fucking kill you Drake!” He yells, as tears run down his face, he looks up, into Drake’s eyes, anger burns within him, and Drake smiles.
“No you won’t,” Drake says as he steps towards the bar of the cell. “You won’t be doing a lot of things, not anymore. I beat you, I’ve won, now you can rot here in hell, like you deserve to, you piece of shit!”
“I swear to whatever I have to, I’ll get out and I’ll make everyone you love pay and then, I’ll make you suffer for a long time before I slice you from ear to ear, like I did Jefferson,” he says, spit dripping from his mouth, blood, seeping from the grazes on his knuckles.
“Good luck, but you better move fast, or haven’t they told you yet,”
“Told me what?”
“I guess they haven’t then, well,” Drake says, his smile broadens. “You’re being moved to F block in a few hours, and next Monday, you’ll face the chair.”
“Bullshit, that’s not going to happen, not while I’ve got plenty of fucking things to do, not while you’re still breathing, you slimy piece of shit.”
“Please, Lucas, lets not get stuck in muddy stupidity, you butchered forty eight women, acting out demented fantasises from your favourite films with their bodies, video taping it and then after all that, you put it live on YouTube for the whole world to see. So, really, what the hell did you think was going to happen once I caught you? Did you think you were going to be allowed to keep breathing? Did you think Hollywood was going to come calling? Fuck, If I had it my way I would’ve placed a bullet in your brain, but Martinez was with me and it would’ve been more trouble than it was worth. So, you’re going to die the right way, and I’m going to watch, and then, I’m going to go home and fuck my wife until she comes on my cock.”
Lucas hangs his head and slowly beings to laugh.
“What the fuck is so funny?”
“Too many things pig, but you ain’t been home in days have you?”
He looks up at Drake, smiling dementedly, “I said, you ain’t be home in days, have you pig!” he yells.
“What the fuck are you talking about? what have you done!” Drake yells as he grabs at him through the bars, Lucas latches on to Drake’s arm and snaps it, he screams out in agony, grabbing a handful of Drake’s hair, Lucas pulls him to the bars and licks his face, as guards run towards the cell.
“Booo!” Lucas yells as he bites down, onto Drake’s nose, severing cartilage and flesh as the guards force him away and Drake goes stumbling backwards, clutching his face, as his other arm hand limp.
Lucas spits the severed piece of Drake’s nose at him from within his cell and laughs, “Run home pig, run home and see what I left you!”
You can read the original 50 Word Story HERE.