"FUCK YOU!" a boy screamed.
Jaiden doesn't hesitate to punch the guy in the face, the kids entire head swings backwards from the blow and his nose squirts blood. He pouncing then, feeling the familiar adrenaline fill his entire core, blinding hot white rage sweeping through his body as he delivers blow after blow. It's the ultimate stress reliever, smashing someone's face into the ground and he even smiles when the kid manages to get in a few punches of his own. But Jaiden was far too gone to even care; the punches he received do nothing but fuel his temper. Until he doesn't see anything but a bloody mess of flesh and teeth, the guards come then cursing loudly at him and pulling him off the unconscious boy.
Jaiden was still fighting by the time they drag him to solitary.
Fuck those assholes, he thinks cradling his broken knuckles. Most days he just wants to kill something or someone.
It's all he knows.
