Part 19 (2/2)
When Big Hog caan whispering so Hog had been to the pen already and had been under the old constitution, so he'd know if BT was really hooked up or not Fat Rat repeatedly insisted he was faking After Fat Rat had spoken to Hog, with BT looking on in suspicion, Hog called BT over to the front gate They began whispering Fat Rat beamed as if to say ”Now, the test of fire” The conversation with BT hadn't lasted but two a ain't hooked up in shi+t, Fat Rat, serve this nigga!”
BT backed up to the gate, facing us in the cell His face said it all: coward Fat Rat read it and ot no beef wit' you,Fat Rat had a reputation for being a ”booty bandit” and thrived on weak ht asses Poor BT
”fuck that, why you lie, huh?”
POW!
Fat Rat smacked BT hard across the side of the head
”Aw, cuz, I just ain't into Crip-on-Crip, cuz, I-”
SMACK!
Another whack carew quiet
”Eh, Hog,” BT began, turning to Hog for relief, ”tell Rat to stall ht”
And with that Fat Rat grabbed BT's boxer shorts by the elastic waistband and yanked theht off of hi to mount an attack now He had to
”bitches don't wear boxer shorts, punk,the ripped shorts on the floor near the steel toilet
”Aw, Rat, you trippin', cuz,” BT said, but th
”It's Mister Fat Rat to you, bitch Nohat you wanna do, huh? You wanna get 'em up or what?” Fat Rat eased into a strike-first position
”I ain't got no beef wit' you, Fa-Mister Fat Rat”
And that was it His last vestiges of strength He had yielded hisFat Rat ”Mister,” a cardinal sin In that instant, Fat Rat connected fist to face, knocking BT hard against the bars, where Hog took the liberty of grabbing his cheeks BT's knees buckled; until Hog had fondled his cheeks he was going down
”Ahh,” BT gave a start when Hog's hands touched his ass ”Cuz, what you doin'?”
”Shut up, punk You know you like that,” said Hog
Catcalls began cohtened, trapped lamb But in contrast to a meek, feeble-bodied person, he stood there six foot one and buff Yet he had no inclination to defend hi was out on the tier and could not get in the cell And I was not going to get involved I had no beef with East Coast or BT Could I have prevented it? Yes, and I intended to, but it would be interesting to see how far this would go I can't now qualifyat the time In my mind it was kill or be killed, live and let die, law of the land
Fat Rat had backed to the rear of the cell and begun to disrobe I thought then that BT would strike, but he didn't He still see, by appealing to his intellectual otten ”tamed” He'd learned manipulation and vocabulary skills But shi+t, Fat Rat, like uage Fat Rat knew or respected or could be persuaded by was violence Everything else was for the weak Action andelse paled in coed in tattered shorts, belly hanging over theht or fuck, and knowing Fat Rat, he planned on a bit of both
”Oh, Hog, you just gonna let yo' homie trip on ga! I ain't in that cell My na, not Fat Rat”
”Hey, Fat Rat, cuz, I don't wanna fight wit' you,was reduced to a whi hard with his appearance He was evenly dark fro there naked he looked like a Zulu warrior
”nigga, you gonna do so up on BT
”Cuz, you trippin' Fat Rat-”
POW!
Fat Rat punched him hard in the solar plexus
”Mister Fat Rat, punk!” Fat Rat exploded as BT doubled over in agony
”Ooohawright, awright,” he said, barely getting the words out
”Nohat you gonna do? You ready to get 'em up or what?”
Fat Rat forced his way behind BT and made him move to the back of the cell
”I don't wanna do this, Fat Rat,” BT said, straightening up to his full height, towering over Fat Rat by at least three inches Even Fat Rat had to take a suard up and positioned his feet in a fighting stance Then swiftly, like greased lightning, Fat Rat rushed into BT and began pounding him everywhere at once with furious blows Fat Rat's hands were haht BT to a pitiful clump of flesh under the steel sink BT hadn't thrown a blow, hadn't said a word, hadn't resisted with one fiber of his being, but Fat Rat didn't seenize this He continued to hammer away at BT's defenseless body as if he had put up a ferocious struggle I believe he continued out of sheer fear of BT, from when he had finally stood to do battle
Fat Rat clearly wanted to ain When Fat Rat ceased hitting him, BT lay unconscious on the cold concrete floor The entire side of Able and Charlie roas deathly quiet Everyone was listening
Winded and crazed beyond any reasoning short of death, Fat Rat began tearing his sheet into shreds I knehat this ed BT out into the middle of the cell He then rolled him over onto his stomach and proceeded to tie his hands behind his back, then his legs; then he tied his bound liether Only after he had been securely bound did BT start to squir-tied position Fat Rat, in all his brutish arrogance, put one foot on BT's back like a big-gaer and shouted fros
”HOOVA!”
And it see off wall after wall
”Hey, Monster,” Snake frooin' on?”
”Head up,” I replied, which also i had to lock it up, but before he left he told Fat Rat to save so his audience, wanted toa total brute He looked over, as if just noticing me in the cell
”Monster, what's up, cuz? What should I do with this punk?”
”I don't know Rat Cuz is a coward-ass muthafucka, huh?”
”hell yeah,” Fat Rat replied and looked down at BT with disgust