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Forgot to make a post here. This rp is closed but my Independent is still going strong over at @retr0grading . So if you wanna see more of my Marcus Holloway and all of the great people from here please check it out.Â
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For a moment Marcus wasnât so sure. After all his ribs were still pretty injured between never fully healing from Lenni and now his beatings. Yet the idea of being free? Of being out of this shitty uniform and back in his DedSec gear and getting his friends back? It was worth whatever pain this run was going to cause. After all he was already feeling the effects of just escaping his cell. Nodding was all he offered in response clearly bracing himself. Closing his eyes he took a long breath before slipping through the fence. Then he was sprinting for the first time in what felt like years. The grass crunched under his shitty prison mandated shoes as he made a break for the car. He could hear Aiden behind him and despite the pain bursting in his chest and legs he felt nothing but jubilation. The crash would come when he made it somewhere safe or when he was reminded of how everything was shit but for now he was in his happy place. Running, alive and free. Sliding into the car he glanced at the prison sweat leaking down his forehead before glancing at Aiden. âGo go go go go!âÂ
âShit I also hacked you twice and wrecked Blume doing that. You really think just because you are on top now man youâre gonna stay that way?â Marcus kept his voice calm and cocky as ever not giving in what he had been through. He didnât want to show the weakness his cell mate had caused nor the emotional toll constantly being on guard was taking. He was always a master of keeping his emotions in check and positivity high. Now was no exception. âAww you care about my face. Shit that is so damn sweet of you. It was a mixture if youâre honestly asking man but I gotta say none of them keep me down for long,â There is a pause as he smiles making the split lip look like it may bleed. âYou know how hard it is to keep me down donât you?âÂ
This was crazy- beyond crazy. Marcus had been ready to accept his fate. It was something that his parents had instilled in him from an early age. That if you make a choice you pay for it. They had been activists and his mother had been arrested for it. She had spent the time since her release working to reestablish her life. Her voice had never died down but she had been peaceful- far more so than DedSec. And it was what had lead to her falling out with Marcus. He, however, had chosen DedSec and he knew one day heâd pay for it. He just had always figured he would die young but jail? Jail was the worst case scenario but he had been ready for it. All he wanted was freedom for Wrench and Vi and the others and for Dusan Nemec and Lenora Kastner to pay. Yet- that wasnât how this was playing out. Instead he was jumping down the last rungs of a ladder pain surging through him. His wounds should have healed by now but with everything he was dealing with and the stress they hadnât. It didnât help he had been in isolation so much he hadnât had time to be sent to the medic bay. Following Aiden deeper into the way he came the footsteps made Marcus sweat, âShit you actually got a plan cause if they catch us? We are both seriously fucked and if one of us has gotta make it outta here...it sure as shit should be you.âÂ
Hope was something Marcus hadnât lost but the longer he was in here the further away it got. It had become something like a lingering taste in the back of his mouth coupled with his need for revenge. Both on the edge of his tongue but passively waiting for the moment they could stir full again. After all his focus had been on survival and nothing much else. The hand made him jump given that he had been just brought back from solitary and placed alone. He figured it was a new cell mate and this one was wanting to make a first impression just like his first one had. Instantly he had slapped away the hand and scrambled about to kick out when he took in the noise. Why were the prisoners yelling? Guards never allowed that and at night? It was good he had stopped mid kick because he took in a sight he had never seen in person. Aiden Pearce. His very idol was kneeling next to him a look of determination on his face and it became clear to Marcus why. He was getting broken out. It would shatter everything he was used to now- making him a fugitive instead of a normal civilian but he would be free. Free to live and free to help others. âAiden,â He whispered in disbelief his own voice sounding strange. He wasnât sure if it was the swollen jaw or his lack of conversation. âHoly fuck.â He couldnât keep the desperation out of his tone already half wanting to hug Aiden just for being here. Someone had come for him and he would have never guessed it would be this man before him. Feeling his throat tighten he shook his head trying to force it away, âhow the fuck...?â
The amount of information was staggering. He knew that Aiden and Ray would be on the run but he didnât know they were hunted. SItara and Tea had told him about Wrench and Vi but he hadnât expected them to be together. After all Tea had only gotten to see Wrench. But he didnât let any of it show instead he just stared down at the male dark eyes still narrowed not even trying to hide their hate. âYou were getting booty called? Really?â There is a pause from Holloway before he continued shifting to hold the phone with his shoulder so he can rest his hands on the table. âNo one even tried to start that shit with me. Why? Cause they know better man just like you should be knowing that no matter what happens in that trial youâre getting yours. Whether its me or Sitara or someone else in DedSec- youâll be knocked on your ass or better yet in here with me.â Marcus smiles now clearly putting on his best face in spite of his current situation. âHowâs that make you feel?âÂ
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Was it a powerplay? Perhaps, in the eyes of Dedsec this was purely Dusan being a dick, rubbing them in the dirt after kicking their operation to pieces. But, in his eyes, this was revenge. Sure, it would have been sweet to see Marcus on the other side of that glass first thing, but seeing him there after Marcus put him there prior? It was perfection, he had to say.Â
Leaving Charlotte with the car, he moved to the visitorâs area, sitting down at a booth and holding the phone to his ear, waiting for his catch to sit across from him. Heâd told the guards not to tell Marcus who was there; only that it was someone who desperately wanted to talk to him. He wasnât lying, he did want to speak with Marcus about everything thatâd happened.Â
Marcus had expected his sister or Sitara. With his court date being two days away they were the ones he needed to see. Tea who had been working night and day to find a good lawyer or Sitara who he hoped would be working to free him. It was already clear from the rumors of the evidence he wouldnât be able to avoid the charges and those charges would have him sent to a federal prison. For a minimum of one life sentence if not more. When he was lead over to the area to sit down at first he paused fidgeting against the metal handcuffs. He opened his mouth to say âfuck noâ when he was shoved forward by the guard. Glaring, something that looked hilarious given his face was still healing, he sank down reaching to nab the phone. Holding it up to his ear he narrowed his eyes at Dusan. âYou donât wanna be fucking with me right now lemme just preface with that.â The guard said something on the other side but Marcus didnât look back at him instead his eyes stayed on Dusan. It was clear that prison had gotten to him but the same resolve remained in those brown eyes.Â
So tell me friend, how's it going to end? When the shit goes down and there's no one left around to get your back You'll crack You'll smile and agree with everything they say They'll try to tell you that it's all okay But it's not and you're shot and you're bleeding pretty bad And you can't stop thinking about the things you never had Like a wife and a kid and the things you never did You're running around You're living a life that's empty in the end, my friend No, you'll take back all you've said Oh, when the regrets fill your head
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Marcus was laying back on the sofa his head resting back against his hands. When he heard the footsteps he didnât glance up instead he kept his eyes on a repeat of a Jimmy SIska documentary, one he and Wrench had memorized. When Wrench spoke however he waved his hand at him motioning for the other male to come over and join him. âMiss you? You only went to smoke,â The hacker gave Wrench a small grin once he got closer motioning for him to sit in his lap. âStill man I did miss you. What happened your clothes though you look like youâve been in a damn wreck. Someone fuck with you or something? Least tell me they got it worse than you did.â There was no indication otherwise that Marcus even knew Wrench had ever been locked up. Hell his eyes didnât even stay on Wrench they went back to the tv waiting for Wrench to join him. âThey are about to get to your favorite part babe.â
San Quentin || Day .07 - .13
07.
Routine was going to be his fall into madness Marcus was convinced after a week in prison. The days were slowly falling into a steady rhythm as he awaited trial. Already he was halfway through his routine having awoken as the cell doors opened. There was getting ready, writing a letter usually, then breakfast where heâd check in with his reinforcements before work. The reinforcements had only come two days ago. And Marcus couldnât of been more grateful.
It hadnât been hard to figure out how badly he needed assistance. In fact Sitara had come and visited him on the fourth day and had easily noticed the bruising on his neck and face. They hadnât talked long but he figured she realized how dangerous his life had become behind the walls. Within a day two new inmates had all been brought in all of which Marcus knew personally. Dedsec memberâs who had given up their freedom to have his back and now- now he was avoiding beatings and what probably would be his own death.
The guilt that came with knowing both had confessed and now would serve far past his hopeful freedom hurt. But it was a sacrifice one of them, Holt, had told him was worth it. Marcus couldnât help but feel like the option of being here for some DedSec was better. He had learned through them of what had happened to Wrench and Vivianne. He had learned Ray and Aiden were gone and Sitara was dealing with the backlash from some Prime_Eight leak. They had described how DedSec had crumbled and that many members had either turned, fled or gone quiet. That every base was gone except for rumors of one that only key DedSec were hiding in. Holt and his friend had assured Marcus DedSec would come back, they just needed time.
Time was something Marcus wasnât sure he would have ever again. If it was going to go the way that his arraignment had hinted there would be no jury trial. He would be hit with every charge ranging from grand theft to corporate hacking to murder. At least three life sentences. Â All he would have time for was to think on his failures and how everything they had worked for was in ruins.
These thoughts consumed him as he followed the officer he was assigned to. Given that San Quentin had some of the best jobs of any prison, including programming, Marcus had assumed heâd make off okay. That was before he had to take in consideration the judges ban on him being anywhere near technology. That had left very few options and the one that had been chosen for him was to be an officerâs assistant. It was insult to injury plain and clear, following around the man who had let him be beaten on end and doing whatever was asked. But it passed the time until he moved onto his next activity.
Working out. In all honest Marcus knew he pushed it most days given his body was still healing. However after spending his working hours thinking about how to best save DedSec when, not if, he got free urged him to be ready. If he lost the muscle he had worked so carefully with his daily missions he wouldnât be able to help anyone. So he pushed daily until his arms ached and his lungs burned before he let himself shower. Then heâd go to church, his newest of habits, before reading and bed.
It was in the silence and safety of the chapel that he could not only think of his shortcomings but his next steps. God was something he had never truly believed in but Marcus now found comfort in the figures eyes looming on him. A figurative judgement would come one day as DedSec judged all others. It was nice to pretend for a little while he was in the hands of something larger than his own missteps. Fate, he knew in his positive outlook, was going to shift soon and things would turn around.
At least he thought this until his new roommate was brought to his cell that night.
09.
Never had Marcus felt so low in his entire existence. Exhaustion had already set in after the first few days sure. Almost being strangled in your sleep and nearly beaten to death the next day was bound to make you jumpy but now? Now he couldnât sleep at all. Nightmares were present the last two nights thanks to his new roommate. John Stevenson. Someone who Marcus surprisingly had known from before prison solely through ctOS research. Why had he known him? Because Marcus had planned right before the time he was tricked to kill this man.
By the third night of living with him Marcus was more than resolved in this ideal. After all Marcus had already let it slip that he knew what John had done. That had infuriated the male and now their cohabitation was a struggle to make each other suffer. But given who the man was it was all too easy to be enraged by every word that he spat out. It made the hacker vulnerable and he knew it but he couldnât keep his emotions in check. Not when he shared the same cell as his boyfriendâs abusive stepfather and rapist.
It was in the lapse of control that Marcus had slipped up. They had been arguing and in a fit of annoyance he had been promising John that his end was coming. âFelix has a black boy protecting him?â The laugh had been what had done it. Instead of rolling off the insult to himself and his lover like he knew he should he had instead retorted back.
âNah heâs fucking one too,â Had been his words.
And that had created the catalyst for things to go from horrible to worse. That had opened up the conversation from John boasting to details. Details that Marcus was sure no amount of justice could cover up. No threats of violence or promises had made the man shut up as he droned on and all the hacker could do was try to tune it out. To try to bury the anger that would make him act too soon, after all- he had a plan.
It had broken his routine, which both brought him madness and continuity, but it needed to go in order for this to work. It was a plan that Marcus knew would do little to help the part of him that held onto hope. He didnât care anymore- he just wanted this man torn apart and then dead. Old school justice was back on his mind and the fear of regret was pushed away, for now.
13.
Depression was not something Marcus had ever experienced. In fact he was the preacher of living life to itâs fullest. To finding joy simply in the act of waking up and to always thinking outside of the box to find a unique solution- life was always something he never took for granted. But now? Now he didnât even get out of bed. He had been locked back in for cussing out the guard he helped and he was alone with John.
John who was telling him about how bad Wrench had been at hiding from him. Where he had been low just a few days earlier now he simply had lost all will to even try to argue back. All he could do was clench his jaw and try to ignore the other male's words. A few more days of this and Marcus was sure he was going to break. His nightly dreams had shifted from longing ones of being with his friends to ones of torment. All of his jokes with the other jailed Dedsec members had died on the eleventh day of being here. All thanks to the asshole in the bunk below him who found pleasure in discussing his torture of a ten year old boy.
The will to even be prepared to fight back once he got out was even fading. He hadnât worked out, he hadnât eaten and now he found himself overwhelmed with another night of Johnâs âlecturesâ. His plan was going into motion sooner than he meant but he could feel himself slipping away and that- that wouldnât help the family that needed him on the outside. Deep down he also knew this torture in another few days would truly kill him. And he couldnât die before this fucker did.
It wasn't as hard as Marcus had expected to set up his little trick. After all thinking out of the box was his specialty. All it had taken was another DedSec member, one of the four, had secured a coding job in the prison. From there it hadn't been hard to bypass the security to leak a message to the outside. All it had taken was getting a smuggled cell phone, an easy feat in prison, to use. Sure it couldnât help him hack and sure it was a dinosaur by his normal standards but this one could record.
After that it hadnât been hard to coax the words out of the other male. It wasnât his plan to actually show the recordings to anyone given Wrench never wanted his past told and that it would reveal Marcus had an illegal item. No his plan had been to anger John and it had worked perfectly as he held up the cellphone with the recording timer on display. He had been cocky right up until John had thrown a punch but it was a small price to pay for the male screaming at Marcus to destroy the phone. Screaming all of his secrets for the prison to hear.
The phone had stayed in Marcusâ hand right up until he had finally given into punching back. It had skittered under the bed of the cell and Marcus didnât have time to nab it before the guards came to break them up. By then Johnâs intentions had gone from maiming to killing and Marcus had barely kept him at bay until they both were pulled apart and dragged separate directions no doubt to go into solitary.
For once Marcus didnât care because the sounds of John yelling at Marcus, repeating that for how he had hurt Felix Marcus would get his own, echoed in the prison around him. If Holloway knew one thing the only thing worse than being in prison was being in prison as a child molester. Sure heâd be here for the rest of his life but that asshole? That asshole would be dead or near it by the time Marcus was back in general population.
I'm only human. Can't you see? I made a mistake Please just look me in my face Tell me everything's okay 'Cause I got it, ooh I'll never be like you
Day .01-.03
01.
It shouldnât have come to a surprise to Marcus what happened. In his exhaustion however he had been dumb enough to slip up. That was what would happen when you had been tased, arrested, questioned, searched, then strip searched, finally booked and only then to be thrown in a cell with a Bratva all in one day. Despite the fear, despite the terror of leaving things unsaid, Marcus had been unable to keep his eyes open. And that was the very reason why he woke suddenly in the night with a hand around his throat. The  feeling of having the life choked out of him was nothing new for Marcus, sadly. His eyes shot open taking in the sight of his new cellmate over him hands wrapped firmly around his throat. It only made so much sense considering this asshole was in here because of him. And now- now he had Marcus handed to him on a silver platter, all thanks to CToS and itâs records of who was here why. And why would the guards pass up putting him in here with the largest man in the Russian Gang? Instantly he his hands moved for the maleâs wrist trying to apply pressure something that did little given the sheer size of the fingers. Wincing he throat began to burn and his eyes watered, trachea aching, the real idea entering his head that he could snap his neck. Darkness began to creep on his vision and reaching up Marcus wrapped his hand around the maleâs forehead. Shoving it up and pushing it hard against the top of the bunk bed. There was a loud thunk as the maleâs head hit and then Marcus brought his knee up slamming it into the maleâs stomach. Kicking him back he shoved himself up, despite every bit of his lungs burning, moving forward to slam a punch against the maleâs skull something he had to half jump to accomplish. The noise drew the sound of a guard but halfway to the cell the officer seemed to have stopped. It struck Marcus later as he sat on his bunk watching the unconscious Bratva for any signs of movement that the guard had thought Marcus was being beat not the other way around. The realization made his stomach churn as he stared down at his already swelling knuckles, his other hand stroking along the bruises that stung his throat. Day one had been bad and already he had thought that until he got his jail ordered glasses he was already at a disadvantage. Now- now he knew he had a much larger one. He was trapped in here with nothing to defend himself but his own two hands against every gang the city had to offer. Including the cops. Something told him in the back of his mind he wasnât going leaving here in anything but a body bag. A negative thought he normally never allowed but that night- it never left his mind.
02. The next day was worse, if that was at all possible. His throat had been so sore he hadnât been able to speak. And when they had come to his cell the next morning and found the Bratva, who was still out from the flurry of blows Marcus had given him, he hadnât been able to argue. And so he had been dragged out and taken for his arraignment. It had been quick and in his injured haze he swore the judge had barely explained his charges before he was off again. This time he didn't go back to his cell and the man who was no doubt ready to kill him again. No, the officer who had lead him through the various prison doors explained. He was to be taken to solitary for the day.
It was there he had been informed that when he was released into the general population he wouldnât be allowed to come into contact with anything involving technology. That alone seemed like a laughable joke to him, considering the doors themselves were wired to the network and so he had laughed. Bitterly in the face of the officer before retorting about not being sure how the fuck that would even be possible. Weâll find a way the man had assured him before slamming the door. And it was in that cell that Marcus spent the longest day of his life staring at the ceiling as his body ached for him to move, to climb, to run- to be free. Mind churning on the very real idea that Wrench, Vi, Sitara, Josh, Ray, Naomi- any of them could be in custody or worse. Rolling on his side he pulled the shitty pillow over his ears and tried to block out the thoughts. The memories of yelling at Wrench and Vi and yet- yet they continued endlessly in his head. Just like the pain in his throat it wasnât fading in the slightest. It seemed like this was the worst his life could get, trapped behind giant walls with no way of knowing how his friends were and no way of knowing if heâd ever be free again. All while Dusan sat in some high shitty ass corporate office laughing at him and yet- he had been wrong again.
03. He realized this on his first day in general population as he was held against a wall by two Auntie Shuâs as a Tezca landed blow after blow on him. There was a small crowd, one that involved the office tasked with following Marcus to keep him away from technology, all who watched. No one made an effort to save him even the guard who just kept his eyes turned away. If anyone saw this Marcus knew it would be and instant way out of jail but he had the feeling the cameras didnât reach over here. It was something he couldnât think much on between the reign of blows. Before the next one came his attempts to free his arms got weaker. Exhaustion was setting in given his little to not sleep the night before, his injuries from the first night and now this? He hadnât even made it to the cafeteria to eat before he got jumped. How was he going to survive this? How was he going to get out of here and help? A particularly hard blow brought him from this thoughts and for the first time he yelled out in pain. Unable to deny the searing heat in his gut, fuck what if they were going to beat him to death? Hanging his head he tried to gather his breath wincing as the man drew back for another blow. Right before it hit he heard some yelling and he looked up panting as his lungs struggled to draw air. The Tezca was on the ground and the Shuâs were dropping him to move away not wanting to be a part of an alliance. The reasoning? The giant Bratva was on top of the Tezca wailing on him. Sliding down the side of the prison wall that lead into another block Marcus realized between pained gasps, they were fighting over who got him. And he hated to see the winner. âHolloway,â Snapped the guard as he moved pressing the top of his shoe against the side of the hackers leg. âYou done catching your breath and ready to go to your job?â âThought we were going to the,â Marcus had to take a shaky breath before he continued his smart ass remark. â-cafeteria sir?â âClearly you got your breakfast just then, come on before the other guards break this shit up,â There was a smile from the officer one that was easily feigned for caring. He knew better, or maybe he had always been this paranoid. Or perhaps the guard was already so far on Marcusâ bad side for watching what he just had. âUnless you want to be in solitary again.â That got him on his feet and Marcus, despite the pain surged forward, wanting to be wherever it was he was going to âworkâ. Given he wasnât allowed to be near techonology he figured it was going to be good. But anywhere was better than the four walls and small room of confinement. Even if all his body needed was to lay down and heal, his mind needed work. If needed anything but to think about what was outside of the walls waiting for him.
