Nephlim World Saga: Wigging Out

Setting: Prison

P.S. This story is meant to inspire stories of a similar setting. If anyone decides to write stories like this, please reply on my page. Thank you.

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Yo dogs! My name is Victor, but my homies call me Viking. HaHA! But seriously, my name is Victor and before you get the wrong idea, I am NOT a black gangster. I'm Caucasian and I come from a rich family in Miami. I'm one of those rich kids who likes to go around pretending their African-American by dressing like gangsters and listening to hip-hop. The street term for guys like me is...a "WIGGER". Yeah yeah I know. Take some time to get the laughs out then come back.

Done? Okay. Anyway, I pretty much do this to get girls and it works a LOT. Though, it probably helps that I at least try to work the part. I don't drink that much, do drugs, or commit crimes. However, I work out to get the bodies of gangsters I see on TV and I've been told that I have "heart". I've built up a reputation for getting into fights (mostly in self-defense), and people have been scared of me as a result. I also don't try to speak in strictly street, but I do pepper it in sometimes. Overall, you could say I'm not that committed to the gimmick but I've nailed down the basics and dressed the part...right?

As you would probably guess, the only people who don't approve are my parents. My dad's the most vocal cause he's a juvenile court judge. He's one of those parents that think Hip-Hop and Rap are the cause of every teen who commits a crime. Y'know, the ones who bitch about how the music corrupts young minds when the self-righteous pricks barely tried to remind their kids it's just for TV. Anyway, my dad's prejudice has been the cause of many fights in our home. He would complain about how my behavior is "embarrassing the family", that it "could ruin his career", or that I could end up in jail somehow. This is while my mom just sits back and lets it go on, even when dad got physical.

Looking back, I can understand why it put him off a lot, (how's a judge's image going to be like with his kid running around with his pants below his butt) but it didn't give him, either of them, the right to do what they did, for reals.

It happened a long time ago. I had just got done hanging out at a girl's place and was driving back home till I heard the siren. I pulled over and didn't make a fuss until the cop started screaming.

Me: Is there some-

Cop: GET OUT OF THE CAR! GET OUT OF THE CAR RIGHT NOW!!

Me; Whoa! What's going on!

Cop: I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE CAR MOTHERFUCKER!!

He then yanked me outta the car and pinned me to the ground. I got booked for "sexual assault". Apparently, the chick I was with said I raped her and I spent the night in jail, then had to go to court. The prosecutor believed I was an arrogant punk who raped her to prove how "street" I was and used me as an example for any youth trying to imitate the style. The whole court seemed rigged against me. I wasn't allowed to testify, all the witnesses slandered me, and a video on my cell phone, which DEFINITELY would have cleared me, suddenly disappeared. I was found guilty within minutes.

I was sentenced to 5 years in prison and had to register as a sex offender when I got out. Once the bus got to the prison, I went through the works. Had to give them my clothes, got hosed like an animal and paraded naked through the prison while all the inmates barked their threats. Finally, I got to my cell and met my "roommate". His name was Mambo and he was as tough looking as you could imagine. He walked up to me, knocked my stuff to the ground and told me to sleep in the bottom bunk. Lights out came and I had to sleep with one eye open while I could feel him staring at me.

The first few days were hell for me. I didn't have a single moment where I didn't think about getting shanked, raped or worse just for being the new guy. Mambo and his crew ran the prison block, so they could kill me without as much as a slap on the wrist. I got visits from my parents of course, but while my mom was being supportive, my dad was practically GLOATING.

Dad: You know this is your fault right?

Me: What!?

Dad: You Heard Me!

Me: For the last time. I DIDN"T RAPE THAT GIRL!

Dad: Well you certainly dressed the part didn't ya? You ran around pretending to be some crook and you got treated like one! If it wasn't for all those stupid outfits and your little deviant behavior, you probably could have convinced the jury! You wanted to be a gangsta son, well congratulations you've done it!

Me: GO TO HELL!!

Dad: FINE! Maybe the time in here will help you finally grow up. And maybe we can help you recover from the mess you made of your life!

This left me pissed as hell, but it also had me wondering about his behavior, especially when one of the guards approached me during recess.

Guard: Listen kid. I know your type. You pretend to be the "bad boy" to get girls or whatever. But all that macho crap, this place is where it gets you in the end. So maybe you'll think of a new gimmick.

He said all of this in that supposedly-wise-slash-condescending-fashion you watch on those ghetto movies, which irritate the fuck out of me. I started thinking they were right, maybe my lifestyle didn't do any favors. I was thinking about actually being the good little judge's kid until I got a visit from my boy Ricky.

Ricky: I don't know how to say this man, but your pops set you up!

Me: WHAT!?

He explained everything to me. My dad payed off the girl to say I raped her, then he had every suit involved with the case to make sure I go to prison. This was all some sick attempt to "teach me a lesson" and tame me. All the fear I had in prison became rage. I wanted to kill my my dad for what he did. I'm going to spend the rest of my life on a registry, I won't get a good job, and no girl will want to talk to me all cause my dad couldn't stand losing control.

It all came to a head when I hit the showers. Mambo and two of his guys walked in and suddenly rushed everyone out. We were all naked, and all alone. I could guess what was happening and didn't know what to do. Mambo himself was 6ft well-toned like a beast, and was sporting an erection at least 8 inches. They were getting ready to lunge at me until suddenly, time looked frozen. I could see what they were planning to do and I managed to dodge their attack. My strength improved and I ended up knocking the naked goons into the wall. Mambo tried to punch me, but I caught him and started beating him till he could barely stand. I was getting high from the new power and decided to get some payback. I grabbed the still naked Mambo, wrapped a towel around me, and then dragged him in front of the courtyard for everyone to see. Everyone marveled at the great Mambo being beaten and naked in front of everyone. I slammed him down in front of the whole yard, yanked off my towel and rammed my dick into his hole. I pumped into him wildly while he cried in pain and the crowd cheered on. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't escape the fucking I was giving him. After who knows how many hours, I shot so much of my skeeze into his arse, he passed out.

Afterwards I ended up spending time in solitary confinement, but I didn't mind it. I got to stay in a private room and lounge around naked. Meanwhile, I became the new king of the prison and I embraced the new power. I worked out, I go some tattoos, and I learned a bit about my powers from a voice on the outside. This is how I found out about me being a Nephlim, and among my usual powers, I got a Marker that was Probability Control. I can basically control my luck or the luck of others. It's pretty powerful cause next thing I know, I'm getting released from the prison. Apparently, Ricky went around spreading the word about the set-up. It caught the attention of a lawyer, the girl admitted to her part in the scandal and the D.A got caught blabbing about his part.

Once I got out, I did the expected. I claimed independence, sued my parents, the girl's family, and the state. I ended up winning every case and ended up rich enough to take care of myself.

Today, I am living on my and in a great house in Miami and attending college for a degree in bartending. I haven't spoken to my parents, for obvious reasons, and they can rot for all I care. I guess you could say prison made me more thug-like, which I don't mind. I just walked up to my boy Ricky's pad for a pool party. The girls in bikini's certainly don't mind the new me either, cause they're pretty much eye fucking me.

I notice two girls swimming in the pool butt-naked and decide to go say hi.

To Be Continued in NEPHLIM WORLD SAGA: POOL PARTY