[M] Mountain Soul PART 1-6 (1/1)

PART 1-6      Staring at Lens advancing on him, Minwoo hold his ground and refused to show any kind of emotion besides annoyance. Maybe it was stupid, maybe he was just being overly proud or losing it. But he would never cower in front of this creep. Lens stopped too close to him, and Minwoo had no idea why he let him so close to begin with. It had been anyone else, he would have punched him or shoved him away already. But with his cellie, he was being more careful, more hesitant, which he knew would be his biggest mistake one day. But he could not help it.        The cry of pain at his lips was immediately silenced by Lens' hand on his mouth, and the echo of the bars his back and head hit spread through the cellblock and certainly attracted other inmates' attention, but he knew no one would help him. Squeezing his eyes shut at the pain flashing through his body because of his cellmate's fingers pressing against his wound, he could not help wonder how the situation could have escalated so quickly and badly because of a book. It was crazy and overly enraging, and trying to swallow the scream of pain building up inside him, Minwoo forced his eyes open to glare at Lens pinning him against the cell's bars. They stared at each other for a tensed filled moment, while none of them moved nor talked. When Lens leaned closer to him, Minwoo stiffened. "You, don't touch my stuffs." He said in a low, controlled voice before putting some more pressure on the bleeding wound under his fingers.Minwoo tensed up and cried out in pain behind his cellmate's hand before stilling and glaring at the tattooed man. With no real chance to fight his cellie back -and not really wanting to either- he did the only thing crossing his mind, which was to bite Len's hand on his mouth. He did not hold back when doing so and did not avert his gaze from Lens', but then he bit harder and deeper in the man's hand refusing to move despite the pain. Minwoo felt blood on his lips and on his tongue, which made his stomach twist, but he did not stop either and kept biting his cellie's hand bloody. He managed to push himself off the bars then and took a step forward. To this, Lens' fingers pressed against his wound and made him scream in pain and bite harder on the flesh between his teeth. Then, Lens released him and waited patiently for him to let go of his hand. A part of him wanted to bite the bastard's hand off, but the other one wanted to play it fair and stop this nonsense right here, right now. Therefore, he relaxed his jaw's muscles and let his cellie pull his hand away from him. The copper taste of blood on his tongue and lips was the only thing left, and from the way Lens' stared at him -as if subjugated by the sight- he felt the urge to wash his mouth, which he did without hesitation. Lens was still standing at the door and observing him when he straighten up from the sink, and the little trust he had started to feel around the man suddenly disappeared. Once again, he found himself wary in his cellie's presence and did not allow his guard down. "You're bleeding." He said, as if to break this silence he could not stand anymore. Glancing down at his hand, Lens grinned before looking back at him, "You too." He answered, and checking his side, Minwoo realized his tank top was stained with blood, again. Hissing in annoyance, he glanced up passed Lens and wondered if he had time to change his bandage. "I can put the sheet back." He heard and snapped his head up to glare at his cellmate. "It's okay." He growled back before pulling up his tank top to take off the bandage. It hurts, and some stitches were broken. Fuck. Throwing the bloody bandage in the toilet, he wetted a cloth and cleaned up the wound. All the while, Lens stood there, watching him. He hated it, but he had other matters at hand right now and it was to avoid complication with his wound. If only he had gone to the infirmary. "I'll stitch you up." "No thanks." He snapped back, glaring up at the taller man."You need stitches." "Not from you." He answered in growing anger. "Just stay away from me." He added in a growl before looking for a towel he pressed against his side. "Don't say nonsense, you can't stay like this." Minwoo glanced up at him and hated him for being such a controlling freak. Of course he would not stay like this. He was intending to go to the infirmary without informing this creep, but the man was cornering him and making him nervous. "What are you going to do ?" Questioned Lens in sudden seriousness, and Minwoo stiffened. "What do you mean ?" He played ignorant and hoped a guard would just pass by. He just needed to get one's attention and then he would be out of his cell and taken care of properly. "Don't lie to me !" He shot back threateningly with a step closer, and Minwoo could not help back up against the sink. "What are you gonna do ?" He repeated, now too close to him. He started to freak, and in an attempt to get the man away, he pressed his hand against Lens' chest, but the next second it was grabbed and twisted in his back. In a blink, he found himself pinned face first against the wall behind the bunk beds near the toilet. Away from prying eyes. "I can't let you go to the infirmary." He said behind him, his voice once again controlled and low. "Who said…" He tried to answer and struggle free, but as he suddenly realized, his cellmate was strong. Stronger than him maybe. "Don't lie to me !" He shouted back, his voice echoing through the cellblock, and Minwoo froze. Don't tell me no one heard this. How come nobody was coming to check on them ? He was getting more and more confused about this guy he had ended up with. "I know what you think. And I can't let you do this." "Lens." He hissed between gritted teeth and increasing pain. "I can stitch you up again." He adjusted his grip on him and added. "I will stitch you up again. It depends on you it happens smoothly or not." He let a silence pass then said, almost out of breath, "Let me go.""You're not listening to me." He sighed back before tightening his grip around his wrist. "Just fuck off you sick son of a bitch !" He suddenly yelled, not caring at all others could hear him. He wanted someone to hear him and get this creep away from him, but instead of what he was hoping, all he heard was the other inmates commenting on what they had just heard. He could hear some whistles, catcalls, and even cheers. Others asked for info about what was happening in Lens' cell, and Minwoo swore his blood boiled when he heard someone answer, "He's pinned against the wall. He's certainly getting it." Followed by enraging laughs and cheers.Unable to take it anymore, all the anger and frustration accumulated suddenly explode and made his body work on its own. He first elbowed Lens in the chin, then he tried to get free without breaking his arm, before crying out in pain when he failed doing so. "I can break your arm." Said his cellmate ever so calmly before pulling his arm higher in his back. Minwoo cried out once again before biting his lip at the loud cheers he heard following his reaction. He hated Lens so fucking much at the right moment, and he hated the other inmates for being such bastards, and it was nothing compared to how enraged he was towards the guards for ignoring what was happening under their nose. "I will break your arm." Kept talking Lens behind him before pulling some more on his arm, and he thought he heard something pop. "And then I will stitch you up." He continued ever so calmly. "It's up to you I stop before it really hurts." Minwoo bit his bottom lip bloody and tried to fight this urge he had to beg his cellmate to just stop. Before he could do so though, his world explode in white, agonizing pain, and he screamed. He let out a so raw, painful scream that it echoed in his head even when he quieted down.        When he gathered his mind, he was kneeling on the floor with his forehead against the bunk beds' cold bar and his hand nursing his throbbing arm. It was aching in pain and making him delirious on it. He was no stranger to broken limbs, but it had never hurt so much before in his life. Maybe because it happened in such torturous, slow way, or because Lens was such a psycho that he knew how to make it worse than it already was. But all in all, it hurts like a fucking bitch. Slowly looking up at his cellmate standing over him, he stared for a stretching moment where each passing second enraged him more than the previous one. He felt the hatred rise and burn his insides. He felt it spread and invade every fucking cells of his body, so much that all he could think about in the end was that he wanted to hurt the other man. The vicious emotions were not long to take control over him, and in a blink of a finger he completely lost it and lunged at the man's throat. His digits jabbed in the tender flesh of Lens' throat as he gripped it and pushed the man away against the desk. The stuffs on it shook and fell, the books perfectly lined up toppling over the surface and ending on the floor messily. Driven by anger, Minwoo head butted the man and certainly broke a a couple teeth, but it was not enough, and when Lens started fighting back it only triggered him more. Punching and kneeing the man as often and hard as he could, he suddenly collided against the taller man's body and used his weight to push him hard and fast against the cell's bars. Lens growled in pain and grabbed Minwoo's throat and hurt arm, but the shorter man was passed the pain at this point, and only fueled by the action, he kneed his cellmate in the crotch before clamping his hand around his throat to knock his head against the bars, again, and again. Until there was an alarm sounding throughout the block and the cell's door was opened. Lens' stumbled backward and Minwoo, blinded by his anger, followed him to continue his assault of violence. He punched and grabbed and screamed at the man before there was arms and hands on him trying to pull him away from the sick son of a bitch. "Let me go !" He screamed at the top of his lungs, and seeing how his cellmate was pushed away from him without enough damages done to him, he lost it again and managed to break free from the guards holding him back. Lens's howl of pain was pure music to him, and spitting out the piece of ear he had just tore off with his bare teeth, he could not help grin deviously in satisfaction. Serves you right you mother fucking sick son of a bitch."Take him to the psych ward !" Yelled a guard, and thrashing about, Minwoo was dragged out of the cellblock in a mess of noises, sounds and voices. Last chapter of Part 1. Edit_ Mistake from me, it's not the last chap of Part 1 ^^" There's still a couple to go. I understand better now why I couldn't get the count right anymore about the parts when I announced chap 6 was the last of Part 1, xD. Well, it doesn't change anything, it's just technical details most people don't give a shit about ;))But anyway, there will still be :New characters introduced in the chapters to come (in part 2), and I hope you're still enjoying this fic ^^  Thank you for reading, commenting and subscribing ^^ And if you think this story deserves it, you can Upvote it C=