[Crew X reader]
[No Rules]

Key:
(L/n) = Last name
(E/c) = Eye colour
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Prison isn't all bad, it could be a whole lot worse. Prison is there to protect the people who do abide the law by locking up the people who don't play along like sheep. People like me.

I've been in the penitentiary for roughly four years now. I'm a killer, a serial killer to be exact. Everybody in this prison has killed at least once and I killed more than once. I've killed more than three times.

The first time I killed, I was sixteen. I killed my parents, why? I just did. The next person I killed was my best friend, why? I just did. The next kill was the elderly man next door because I didn't like him, he looked at me differently. The next person I killed was a hooker who tried to mug me, the stupid bitch. After the first four, I lost myself in the bloodlust.

"OUT OF BED, MAGGOTS! BEDS MADE IN FIVE MINUTES OR YOU'LL MISS BREAKFAST!" The prison guard yells angrily.

I have to contain my laughter at his comment, the food here is so shitty that there isn't anything to miss out on in the first place. I couldn't give a fuck about rules, rules are meant to be broken and it's exhilarating when you do break them. No rules, bitches.

"HEY, (L/N)! DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME?! UP AND OUT OF BED!" The guard yells banging on the bars of my cell with his baton.

"Buddy, your baton would taste better than the fucking food here. I ain't getting up for nobody," I laugh unfazed by his aggressiveness.

He growls in anger walking away from my cell. They've learnt by now that I'll never co-operate with them for anything, why would I abide the rules if I never did in the first place?

Crowds of men walk past the bars of my cell staring at me like hungry dogs. I was too violent and insane for the women's side of the jail, they moved me to the men's side in hopes to 'contain' me. Contain me, what a fucking laugh!

"Hey, sexy. Why don't you come over here and give me a kiss?" A buff white guy says licking his lips.

"Hey, dickhead. How about you get out of my face and away from my cell before I stab you in the fucking face?" I laugh cruelly.

"I love me a little savage, they are always the hottest fuck." He continues pursuing me.

I pull the large machete from under my pillow hiding it behind my back walking up to him with wide doe eyes. He smirks pulling his trousers down letting his erect dick spring free, I mentally laugh before bringing the machete up cutting straight through his dick.

His bloodcurdling scream echoes the hall, prisoners stop to see the commotion. He's on the floor screaming holding his chopped dick as it spurts blood everywhere, the smell heightens my senses and I can taste the familiar metallic taste on the tip of my tongue. Blood. I start laughing loudly and joyously at his suffering that I caused.

"How the fuck did she get a machete?!" A guard yells in rage.

They can't come in here without the risk of getting chopped up like now circumcised Frankie on the floor who has now passed out from blood loss. I lick the blood off of the blade savouring every last drop.

"Get reinforcements! This bitch needs to go back into solitary!" Another guard yells.

"I think he's dead!" A third guard yells.

Another kill for little me. Oh I love it when people underestimate me, they don't get just how much power I have.

"Shock that bitch!" The first guard yells in anger.

Laughing joyously at the chaos I've caused, I lay back in bed watching intently at my (e/c) eyes staring back at me in the blade of the machete. They take this one, I have many more hidden in different parts of the prison.

"We need to get him to the infirmary! Fuck her, she's a crazy bitch anyway! Help me!" The third guard yells.

I listen to their fast footsteps as they heave that idiot down the hall. Humming a familiar tune to myself, I lick the already clean blade whining at the lack of blood.

"You're quite the savage." A Canadian male chuckles.

"Unless you want to end up like that dickhead, I suggest you back the fuck away from my cell. I'm thirsty for blood." I say laughing psychotically sitting up to see three guys standing outside of my cell licking my lips.

One appears to be Asian, the other two look of American descent. I raise my brow jumping out of my shitty bed twirling the machete in my hand in a warning manner.

"Calm down, I just want to talk to you. You look like you know what you're doing." The Asian male says holding his hands up.

Huh, an Asian Canadian? Quite a mix there, quite a hot mix at that. One guy is keeping watch for guards while the other Caucasian male stares at me with his blue eyes piercing me.

"So what? I wouldn't come to one of the most murderous prisoners looking for help. I'm not to be trusted, Canadian boy. I'm not kind like you stereotypes, I'm the most deadly kind. The person with voices in their head, extreme hunger for blood and murder." I laugh trying to scare him off.

I can tell he's suppressing the chill that wants to run straight down his spine making me smirk in victory. The shorter white male steps forward.

"You want freedom or what?" He asks with a growl.

Freedom. Freedom means fuck all to me, I'm in here and still killing people.

"Freedom? What difference does that shit make? I've had freedom and no freedom, I'm still killing people. I killed my own parents and best friend in cold blood, do you really think it's wise to trust me or free the beast from it's cage?" I giggle staring deep into the blue eyed male's eyes.

Insanity. Intimidation. I smirk raising my eyebrow with a smirk watching him.

"You. Let me guess, you're a crazy bastard too. Craving the killing and bloodlust?" I chuckle.

If I wasn't fast enough I'd definitely have missed the surprise that he masked very quickly.

"You want out or not?" The Asian Canadian questions again.

Growling angrily, I launch myself forward with my machete. He jumps back in shock, my machete just missing him.

"Talk to me like that again, bitch. I fucking dare you, I'm feared for a reason. To answer your little bitch fit, it makes absolutely no difference to me. I was locked up to stop me from breaking the law, I'm still doing it behind bars." I laugh cockily.

My tongue tingles for the taste of blood. Bloodlust drives me crazy, I crave blood so much that I have to cut drinking my own blood in order to satisfy my addiction. Tearing my orange jumpsuit, I cut my arm licking the blood sighing in relief at the taste on my tongue.

"You're one crazy bitch. I thought you were fucked up, Del." The other American guy says rolling his eyes.

Del? I focus my eyes onto the blue eyed male trying to put a name to his face. Maybe that's why I can't, he's never showed his face. Wait, these guys must be part of that gang—the Vanoss crew!

"Del? The fucking Vanoss crew? Get the fuck out of here, I don't help bitches like you lot." I growl turning away.

I could tell they were baffled at my outburst. I will never work with the people who tormented me through my childhood and teen years.
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Drama, blood, psychosis—what more could you ask for in a prison one shot? 🤨😂 I'm just going with the flow if I'm honest, ideas spring to mind and I just jump into writing ✍🏻😏 I have a bit of an obsession with books and writing 😍🤩 I'm still in self-isolation because of my asthma and chest infection so more free time for me 🙂 If you enjoyed this one be sure to vote, comment and follow me for more! 🥳 If you have a request, you can comment or DM me! 😉

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