“July 12th, 1997,” said Johnny Alverro. “That’s a day I’ll never forget.”
The court room was deathly silent, all in attendance eager to learn the truth about Johnny “Six” Alverro and the most notorious incident to ever occur at the Fibonacci Correctional Facility. The accused, Sven Müller, stared unerringly at Alverro, oozing hatred and malice.
“You see,” continued Johnny, “the Aryans are structured. Pricks, the whole lot of ’em, but they run a tight ship. And the captain of that ship was George Fischer. His brotherhood name was “Nein”. Reason being, he had no mercy. Got a guy on the floor, begging for his life, literally crying and pissin’ himself, George would just say “nein” and stomp the bastards skull in.
“Second in command is, or was, that sick fuck over there,” said Johnny, pointing vehemently at Sven. “Sven Müller. Brotherhood name: “Seven”. Same number of life sentences he’s got under his belt. For now.
“Anyways, the day in question started out normal. That was until we got to the showers. I was just minding my own business, doing my thing, when I see most of the guys leave. That’s when I knew shit was going down. I got the soap out of my eyes and tried to get my shit together, but it was too late. I hid in the shower stall best I could. Didn’t wanna get caught in any crossfire, y’know? I heard Sven and George arguing about a drug shipment that went missing. Meth is big in Fibonacci. Guys’ll do anything for a hit. Anyways, George is accusing Sven of hoarding it all for himself. Everyone knew Sven was a junkie, but nobody said nothing. Except George. And only once. Sven got pissed and started swinging. George fought back as hard as he could. Shit was fast and brutal. George went down. I knew he was done for. Sven must’ve been high on some nasty shit, because he didn’t just kill George. He…he…”
The courtroom sat in anticipation, everyone on the edge of their seats. Everyone except for Sven and Johnny. Sven sat coldly in his seat, staring white hot daggers at Johnny. Johnny squirmed and rocked madly in his chair, feeling Sven’s glare, feeling fear. Johnny had always been afraid of Sven, but never like this.
“Please Mr. Alverro,” said the judge. “Tell us what happened next.”
Johnny tried to compose himself, but couldn’t get ahold of himself. He started crying tears of panic and terror. Through his wretched sobs, he told the courtroom the conclusion of the shower brawl.
“Sven shoved a shiv right into George’s chest. George tried to fight back, but it was too late. George died within seconds. I thought it was over. But Sven started cutting away at George’s chest. Broke bones and pulled his chest wide open. He pulls out George’s heart and…and he…he FUCKING EATS IT!!! The sick bastard ate Nein’s heart! SVEN ATE NEIN!!!”