D E L I N Q U E N T

He was  never one  to  be  PROUD  of  getting  into  fights .  It  normally  happened  out  of a  need  to  DEFEND  &&  Beck  didn’t  see  that  as  something  to  celebrate . The  man  already  in  the  clinic  when  he  arrives  seems  to  see  violence  in a  DIFFERENT  way . 

Beck  sighs , would  have  rolled  his eyes  if  not  for  the  blood  attempting  to  run  underneath  his  eyelids. ❝ Yeah , yep ❞   he  grunts , dismissive  as  he  lifts  himself  , ACHING  onto  the  bed -  watching  a  nurse  pass  by.  ❝ You  should  see  the  other  guy ❞

“YA know wot I fink––all ‘ese BLOODY gits fink we’re sof’ coz we’re BRITS.”

“FOCKIN’––––”

HE STARTS but stops almost immediately, GROANING from the screaming pain in his hand. IT’S A MIXTURE of pleasure & AGONY as he slides down to a seated position as he glances up at the man who’d DECKED him, snarling like an angry LION for a second before EXHALING heavily.

“Wot’s wiff th’fuss? Ya miffed or sumfin?”

HE FLICKS his hand a few times to shake off the SHARP sting from the rubbing alcohol the nurse had spread across knuckles beaten RAW from hitting things for the past hour & a half as he glances up at the man for a second before EXHALING quietly to himself.

That smile on his mask is permanent and it matches that grin that pulls up his lips when David talks.  There’s TEMPTATION to talk too, go fuck yourself, King. Tosses knife from his right hand to his left, if he felt like being an asshole– stooping down to David’s level, he would just  p l u n g e  that knife into the other’s stomach again.

Everyone else in the trial has been taken care of– now it’s all mind games. Head cocks to the left, watching the other, the smile on the mask a  t a u n t  more than anything else.

“Oh ya FINK this is funny eh?”

KNUCKLES BARE & BLOODY curl, aggression evident in his face as his jaw tightens. He knows he can’t fight him HEAD ON ( the unfortunate downside of being stuck in this shit hole ) but he can give him HELL until the clock runs out. JUST GET THAT WEIRD HATCH. Find it and rub it in this A-HOLE’S face.

“YA don’ ‘ave t’do this––”

A HAND RAISED upright. Normally he’s not so diplomatic but he’s seen her before. SHE REMINDS HIM OF NEA. He’s not even sure who’s left but he’s been met with her and he’s determined this time. HE DOESN’T WANT TO GO THIS ROUTE. IF she doesn’t listen he can always distract her for everyone else but he’d never forgive himself for not at least TRYING.

“Don’ yew fockin’ talk t’me. I ‘aven’t fo’gotten wot yew did y’twat.”

FISTS clenched. This UGLY crab put him at a disadvantage but he was no fool. KARTER & NEA had made him smarter. HE WORKED HARDER. He’d gotten better at wasting time in the mean time while things got done and while THIS ONE could talk, that never meant he had anything GOOD to say.

“No offense luv but I DON’ fink SINGIN’S gonna ‘elp moch.”

BARE KNUCKLES drag across the wall behind him, A MOMENTARY glance cast her way for a second, HEAD craned back as he runs a hand across his own features, EXASPERATED considering the state of things. BLOODY tracks following them all the way out toward the rusty exit gate.

                                            A KING FEARS NO MAN

                                                                                          but a GOD is no man