I found it ironic that on the  first day of gym,the temperaure was nearly unbearable.From what I had heard,it wasn't uncommon for the weaker inmates to faint from the sun and dehydration.At least,thats what Anthrax says.Nobody much believes him.Most of the stuff he says is a load of crap,but on this occasion I had a feeling in my empty gut he was right.

The rest of the inmates that Nosebleed hung around with,stayed in a group when they started at a slow jog.I lagged behind,skittish as to what would happen if I caught up with them.After last night,since-for want of a better words,we had no conversation and had only exchanged bitter hot air in short-winded arguments.And he was probaby bithing to his girlfriends about me right now,so I knew my best interests stayed within the region of running alone.


After about six laps I was slowed to a jog,suddenly feeling unbearably humid breath n the back of my neck.I wrinkled my nose in disgust.Whoever it was obviously didn't own a toothbrush.I turned slwoly...cautiously,to see the lump behind me.Before you ask,no,he did not look pleased.Quite the opposite.Polar opposite.He looked like he wanted to rip out my windpipe and play the flute with it.I stopped,pretending to catch my breath.I looked up hopefully,but was met with Isaac's death-glare.

"We need to make up for last night,"The words themselves sounded promising,but I could see past the mere words and into the cold light that had just entered his eyes.He wasn't tall,as I say.In fact,he was little smaller than me.But what he lacked in height he made up for in bulk,certainly.He was enormous,and there was I.This tiny blonde guy with beanpoles for arms.No good knowing how to throw a punch if you had no strength.The force behind it was everything.I closed my eyes,and waited,the anticipation almost like poison.The anticipation was mking me sick,and I felt certain that at any moment I'd feel his enormous mound of flesh colide with my face.

It was the wait I couldn't stand.

My anticipation was soon relieved,and I fell backwards onto the sharp grass that burn in friction aginst my skin.There was a seething pin in my nose,and I reached up to be met by hot,sticky blood that poored on my nose and onto my lips.I whimpered in agony,tilting my head back onto the grassto stop the conitent flow of blood wetting my lips.Before my eyes could snap open,I felt another flurry of beatings into the side of my head,and I groaned.My arms flew over my head to protect me,but it was in vain.

By the time the beatings had stopped and the ump had made his esape,I was boiling with sweat and fear.Pulling my arms away from my face,head and bleeding nose,I already knew my hair was matted and encrusted with the copperey liquid all over my face.I groaned again,shifting my bodyweight up onto my elbows that dug into the dirt.I realised I had company