Chapter 60: Dionis Gets Jumped
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60 Dionis Gets Jumped
In the shower room, other delinquents were already washing themselves. I undressed and stepped into an open shower, letting the cold water falls over my body.
As I reached for the soap, it slipped from my hand, and I instinctively bent down to pick it up. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain shooting through my legs.
In an instant someone from behind kicked my legs, making them fly off the floor and I fell on the wet tiles.
"Wha-"
Before I could make sense of the situation, a ruthless kick landed on my face, shattering my nose and the tiles behind me.
A gang of attackers surrounded me, delivering merciless blows upon my battered body, striking with an unrestrained ferocity that left me gasping for breath.
The other inmates cowered and fled the bathroom, leaving me alone with my assailants. Eventually, the assailants departed, cautioning me with a chilling warning, "Stay quiet, or the bear gang will silence you."
"The bear gang?! DAMIR!" at that moment I realized that my speech of diplomacy and brining all the gangs into one angered some gangs and the strongest one as well.
I laid in the tiles curled up into a ball, cold water raining down on my bloodied form. My body began to tremble memories of middle school taunting me, I began to tremble uncontrollably screaming in agony.
But my anguish soon gave way to an inferno of rage. I rose, bruised and battered, letting the cold water flow over me, staring at the wall with an unyielding hatred burning in my eyes. My teeth clenched, my fists tightened, and veins protruded from my face as I screamed, "I'LL KILL THEM! ALL OF THEM!!"
Exiting the bathroom, I quickly returned to my cell block and gathered my ally, Zehar, and the 5 men. We all took a seat at the metal table, Zehar looked bewildered and concerned, prompting me to inform of the brutal attack I had just endured.
"What happened to you, Dionis?" Zehar asked, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. The other guys echoed similar sentiments, clearly worried about my condition.
"The bear gang attacked me," I replied with a touch of frustration, slamming my hand on the metal table. "This is a clear declaration of war!"
The former cat gang boss turned serious as he contemplated the situation. "War? There is no way we can fight them, Dionis."
Realizing my emotions and regaining control of them, I took a deep breath and decided to meditate for two minutes right in front of them. Everyone else, perplexed by my actions, waited patiently until I finally spoke.
After calming down I opened my eyes and said, "Of course we can't, not yet. But we'll start by conquering this cell block and move up the ladder quickly."
we don't, the others will look down on our dream and will crush it! If we don't fight, we'll be eaten 15:15
alive, and our dream won't be completed!"
The others exchanged looks, and a spark of excitement began to glimmer in their eyes. However, Zehar wore a disapproval expression. "Dionis, I won't be participating in this. I get it, you're mad, and your ego got hurt, but you need to calm down and not do anything irrational."
"Zehar! This is a step we have to take to bring diplomacy into this prison!" I retorted passionately. "If we don't, the others will look down on our dream and will crush it! If we don't fight, we'll be eaten alive, and our dream won't be completed!"
"But-" n(-o-.v--e)-l)-b/(1./n
"There are no buts! Are you really this pathetic? You speak about your big ambitions, yet you're not man enough to take action? Come on, you have to make this happen. Otherwise, we'll all fall back into the same monotonous routine. We must fight, man! We need to!"
Zehar hesitated, torn between his principles and our cause. "A-Alright, but this is the last time," he finally conceded.
"Good, let's go!" I declared standing up, my resolve reignited.
We all stood up and rushed to random cells, beating everyone in them one by one. As days pasted, we continued our conquest, our gang grew bigger each day, and our reputation spread throughout the cell block until our entire cell block was under the banner of The Fools gang.
Over the next two weeks, we fought around six times with different gangs, and all of those battles resulted in our victory. all the gangs in my cell block were conqueror, becoming part of The Fools. Yet, Zehar remained on the sidelines, not actively participating but watching the transformation unfold.
One day, I woke up leaning on the rail, overlooking the base floor where all the men were gathered, chilling and playing card games, enjoying the peace I had brought about. "Men!" I shouted, gathering their attention. "Over the course of 2 weeks, we had a lot of fights with each other, but in the end, we are all brothers now!"
Excitement and pride emanated from the group as they listened intently to my words. "All 50 of you guys are in The Fools gang, now living in peace not worrying about your safety! But this peace we are enjoying now should be brought over to the other cell blocks! All nine cell blocks shall feel our wrath and, in the end, enjoy the peace you are enjoying right now!"
in our cell block I made it prohibited to fight and encouraged solving problems with words just like Zehar wanted.
I gave Zehar the taste of diplomacy, and now I was sure he will fight for me. I had successfully tamed one of the most powerful fighters the prison had to offer, and it gave me a sense of assurance and power.
Slowly but surely I was moving closer to completing the reason I had ratted myself out and willingly come to this prison.
Nevertheless, one day I gathered all 50 men from our cell block, and we marched together to the cafeteria for lunch. The prison's lunch schedule involved feeding two cell blocks at a time due to limited space, and it prevented all nine blocks from dining together and wreaking havoc.
The other cell blocks still didn't know that one gang rules over an entire cell block, so they were not wary of us, that was perfect for me.
As we sat amidst a hundred juvenile delinquents and twenty watchful guards, tension hung thick in the air. My men, all on edge, awaited my command with impatient anticipation. Halfway through the meal, I suddenly stood up, a fierce determination burning in my eyes as I bellowed, "Chargeeee!!!"
Have patience and succes will follow - Dionis
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60 Dionis Gets Jumped
In the shower room, other delinquents were already washing themselves. I undressed and stepped into an open shower, letting the cold water falls over my body.
As I reached for the soap, it slipped from my hand, and I instinctively bent down to pick it up. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain shooting through my legs.
In an instant someone from behind kicked my legs, making them fly off the floor and I fell on the wet tiles.
"Wha-"
Before I could make sense of the situation, a ruthless kick landed on my face, shattering my nose and the tiles behind me.
A gang of attackers surrounded me, delivering merciless blows upon my battered body, striking with an unrestrained ferocity that left me gasping for breath.
The other inmates cowered and fled the bathroom, leaving me alone with my assailants. Eventually, the assailants departed, cautioning me with a chilling warning, "Stay quiet, or the bear gang will silence you."
"The bear gang?! DAMIR!" at that moment I realized that my speech of diplomacy and brining all the gangs into one angered some gangs and the strongest one as well.
I laid in the tiles curled up into a ball, cold water raining down on my bloodied form. My body began to tremble memories of middle school taunting me, I began to tremble uncontrollably screaming in agony.
But my anguish soon gave way to an inferno of rage. I rose, bruised and battered, letting the cold water flow over me, staring at the wall with an unyielding hatred burning in my eyes. My teeth clenched, my fists tightened, and veins protruded from my face as I screamed, "I'LL KILL THEM! ALL OF THEM!!"
Exiting the bathroom, I quickly returned to my cell block and gathered my ally, Zehar, and the 5 men. We all took a seat at the metal table, Zehar looked bewildered and concerned, prompting me to inform of the brutal attack I had just endured.
"What happened to you, Dionis?" Zehar asked, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. The other guys echoed similar sentiments, clearly worried about my condition.
"The bear gang attacked me," I replied with a touch of frustration, slamming my hand on the metal table. "This is a clear declaration of war!"
The former cat gang boss turned serious as he contemplated the situation. "War? There is no way we can fight them, Dionis."
Realizing my emotions and regaining control of them, I took a deep breath and decided to meditate for two minutes right in front of them. Everyone else, perplexed by my actions, waited patiently until I finally spoke.
After calming down I opened my eyes and said, "Of course we can't, not yet. But we'll start by conquering this cell block and move up the ladder quickly."
we don't, the others will look down on our dream and will crush it! If we don't fight, we'll be eaten 15:15
alive, and our dream won't be completed!"
The others exchanged looks, and a spark of excitement began to glimmer in their eyes. However, Zehar wore a disapproval expression. "Dionis, I won't be participating in this. I get it, you're mad, and your ego got hurt, but you need to calm down and not do anything irrational."
"Zehar! This is a step we have to take to bring diplomacy into this prison!" I retorted passionately. "If we don't, the others will look down on our dream and will crush it! If we don't fight, we'll be eaten alive, and our dream won't be completed!"
"But-" n(-o-.v--e)-l)-b/(1./n
"There are no buts! Are you really this pathetic? You speak about your big ambitions, yet you're not man enough to take action? Come on, you have to make this happen. Otherwise, we'll all fall back into the same monotonous routine. We must fight, man! We need to!"
Zehar hesitated, torn between his principles and our cause. "A-Alright, but this is the last time," he finally conceded.
"Good, let's go!" I declared standing up, my resolve reignited.
We all stood up and rushed to random cells, beating everyone in them one by one. As days pasted, we continued our conquest, our gang grew bigger each day, and our reputation spread throughout the cell block until our entire cell block was under the banner of The Fools gang.
Over the next two weeks, we fought around six times with different gangs, and all of those battles resulted in our victory. all the gangs in my cell block were conqueror, becoming part of The Fools. Yet, Zehar remained on the sidelines, not actively participating but watching the transformation unfold.
One day, I woke up leaning on the rail, overlooking the base floor where all the men were gathered, chilling and playing card games, enjoying the peace I had brought about. "Men!" I shouted, gathering their attention. "Over the course of 2 weeks, we had a lot of fights with each other, but in the end, we are all brothers now!"
Excitement and pride emanated from the group as they listened intently to my words. "All 50 of you guys are in The Fools gang, now living in peace not worrying about your safety! But this peace we are enjoying now should be brought over to the other cell blocks! All nine cell blocks shall feel our wrath and, in the end, enjoy the peace you are enjoying right now!"
in our cell block I made it prohibited to fight and encouraged solving problems with words just like Zehar wanted.
I gave Zehar the taste of diplomacy, and now I was sure he will fight for me. I had successfully tamed one of the most powerful fighters the prison had to offer, and it gave me a sense of assurance and power.
Slowly but surely I was moving closer to completing the reason I had ratted myself out and willingly come to this prison.
Nevertheless, one day I gathered all 50 men from our cell block, and we marched together to the cafeteria for lunch. The prison's lunch schedule involved feeding two cell blocks at a time due to limited space, and it prevented all nine blocks from dining together and wreaking havoc.
The other cell blocks still didn't know that one gang rules over an entire cell block, so they were not wary of us, that was perfect for me.
As we sat amidst a hundred juvenile delinquents and twenty watchful guards, tension hung thick in the air. My men, all on edge, awaited my command with impatient anticipation. Halfway through the meal, I suddenly stood up, a fierce determination burning in my eyes as I bellowed, "Chargeeee!!!"
Have patience and succes will follow - Dionis
60 Dionis Gets Jumped In the shower room, other delinquents were already washing themselves. I undressed and stepped into an open shower, letting the cold water falls over my body. As I reached for the soap, it slipped from my hand, and I instinctively bent down to pick it up. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain shooting through my legs. In an instant someone from behind kicked my legs, making them fly off the floor and I fell on the wet tiles. "Wha-" Before I could make sense of the situation, a ruthless kick landed on my face, shattering my nose and the tiles behind me. A gang of attackers surrounded me, delivering merciless blows upon my battered body, striking with an unrestrained ferocity that left me gasping for breath. The other inmates cowered and fled the bathroom, leaving me alone with my assailants. Eventually, the assailants departed, cautioning me with a chilling warning, "Stay quiet, or the bear gang will silence you." "The bear gang?! DAMIR!" at that moment I realized that my speech of diplomacy and brining all the gangs into one angered some gangs and the strongest one as well. I laid in the tiles curled up into a ball, cold water raining down on my bloodied form. My body began to tremble memories of middle school taunting me, I began to tremble uncontrollably screaming in agony. But my anguish soon gave way to an inferno of rage. I rose, bruised and battered, letting the cold water flow over me, staring at the wall with an unyielding hatred burning in my eyes. My teeth clenched, my fists tightened, and veins protruded from my face as I screamed, "I'LL KILL THEM! ALL OF THEM!!" Exiting the bathroom, I quickly returned to my cell block and gathered my ally, Zehar, and the 5 men. We all took a seat at the metal table, Zehar looked bewildered and concerned, prompting me to inform of the brutal attack I had just endured. "What happened to you, Dionis?" Zehar asked, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. The other guys echoed similar sentiments, clearly worried about my condition. "The bear gang attacked me," I replied with a touch of frustration, slamming my hand on the metal table. "This is a clear declaration of war!" The former cat gang boss turned serious as he contemplated the situation. "War? There is no way we can fight them, Dionis." Realizing my emotions and regaining control of them, I took a deep breath and decided to meditate for two minutes right in front of them. Everyone else, perplexed by my actions, waited patiently until I finally spoke. After calming down I opened my eyes and said, "Of course we can't, not yet. But we'll start by conquering this cell block and move up the ladder quickly." we don't, the others will look down on our dream and will crush it! If we don't fight, we'll be eaten 15:15 alive, and our dream won't be completed!" The others exchanged looks, and a spark of excitement began to glimmer in their eyes. However, Zehar wore a disapproval expression. "Dionis, I won't be participating in this. I get it, you're mad, and your ego got hurt, but you need to calm down and not do anything irrational." "Zehar! This is a step we have to take to bring diplomacy into this prison!" I retorted passionately. "If we don't, the others will look down on our dream and will crush it! If we don't fight, we'll be eaten alive, and our dream won't be completed!" "But-" n-o-.v--e-l-b/1./n"There are no buts! Are you really this pathetic? You speak about your big ambitions, yet you're not man enough to take action? Come on, you have to make this happen. Otherwise, we'll all fall back into the same monotonous routine. We must fight, man! We need to!" Zehar hesitated, torn between his principles and our cause. "A-Alright, but this is the last time," he finally conceded. "Good, let's go!" I declared standing up, my resolve reignited. We all stood up and rushed to random cells, beating everyone in them one by one. As days pasted, we continued our conquest, our gang grew bigger each day, and our reputation spread throughout the cell block until our entire cell block was under the banner of The Fools gang. Over the next two weeks, we fought around six times with different gangs, and all of those battles resulted in our victory. all the gangs in my cell block were conqueror, becoming part of The Fools. Yet, Zehar remained on the sidelines, not actively participating but watching the transformation unfold. One day, I woke up leaning on the rail, overlooking the base floor where all the men were gathered, chilling and playing card games, enjoying the peace I had brought about. "Men!" I shouted, gathering their attention. "Over the course of 2 weeks, we had a lot of fights with each other, but in the end, we are all brothers now!" Excitement and pride emanated from the group as they listened intently to my words. "All 50 of you guys are in The Fools gang, now living in peace not worrying about your safety! But this peace we are enjoying now should be brought over to the other cell blocks! All nine cell blocks shall feel our wrath and, in the end, enjoy the peace you are enjoying right now!" in our cell block I made it prohibited to fight and encouraged solving problems with words just like Zehar wanted. I gave Zehar the taste of diplomacy, and now I was sure he will fight for me. I had successfully tamed one of the most powerful fighters the prison had to offer, and it gave me a sense of assurance and power. Slowly but surely I was moving closer to completing the reason I had ratted myself out and willingly come to this prison. Nevertheless, one day I gathered all 50 men from our cell block, and we marched together to the cafeteria for lunch. The prison's lunch schedule involved feeding two cell blocks at a time due to limited space, and it prevented all nine blocks from dining together and wreaking havoc. The other cell blocks still didn't know that one gang rules over an entire cell block, so they were not wary of us, that was perfect for me. As we sat amidst a hundred juvenile delinquents and twenty watchful guards, tension hung thick in the air. My men, all on edge, awaited my command with impatient anticipation. Halfway through the meal, I suddenly stood up, a fierce determination burning in my eyes as I bellowed, "Chargeeee!!!" Have patience and succes will follow - Dionis
