Ever since that day.. [strike]the day I let myself down[/strike], the day I was SCREWED! Don't listen to yourself Zayne. You didn't let yourself down, neither of us did, it wasn't our fault Zayne!

These voices in my head, they come and go but I can't allow myself to listen to them. But they speak so much sense, maybe they are right maybe I am not the one to blame, maybe someone robbed me of what was mine again!...

Yess Zayne, embrace OUR hatred. Embrace it Zayne. Together we are so much more powerful.. the loss wasn't OUR fault Zayne, no it was others. It wasn't us!

I am stuck between my two mindsets, each pulling away from the other. My brain divided and not functioning as one would be silly...

..I must embrace the hatred. I must allow the power to take over me.. embrace the hatred Zayne embrace it!! Mwuahahahaha.

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MANCHESTER AIRPORT, UNITED KINGDOM.
16:23PM.

The gust swept my the hair across my face. Ahh, Manchester at last. My second home. I hadn't returned to the United Kingdom since my infamous victory over the local hard nut and UK National Kickboxing Champion, Kane Stephens. The memories, the glory Manchester gave me. As I'm escorted to the nearby limousine parked up by my English taxi driver, Muhammed. Yeah.. I know. I can't help but wonder what my journey to Manchester will bring for the second time.

There is a uncertain unerring feeling in the air as get closer to our destination. Benjamin, my personal assistant and long time family friend, looks over to me as if to say 'we can still turn back now.' There is no turning back, after I lost last.. after I was robbed last week.

Zayne Vyper:
"Benjamin, I can't turn back.. you know that. After I was robbed last week.. I need to avenge my loss. I need to show that is not who I am and if I am going to take on the scummy paedophile spunksack Dean McGovern then I'm going to have to meet someone equally as scummy."

Benjamin doesn't answer but just gives a nod of recognition to show he was listening and not dozing off behind his askew glasses. As we drive past, we get our first real look at the institute in which we are about to arrive at.


The large unforgiving steel fences lined with razor sharp barbed wire makes a line as far as the eye can see and the chilling state of realisation on what I had put myself in for. A visit to one of the most terrifying prisons in the World, Her Majesty's Prison Wakefield, better known as the Monster Mansion. The steel seems unending as we continue driving past one of the scariest places on the planet. I gulp a little leaving a lump in my throat. The limousine pulls onto the car park and we all take a few seconds before getting out, we are greeted by two armed men who nod to us and we walk over. Benjamin clutches his briefcase in both hands with his legs like jelly dancing towards the main entrance.

I am dressed far too smartly for the facility I had gone to visit. I looked like a fucking rainbow as I walked down the long never ending corridor. Against the backdrop of the mute grey and green paintwork I looked extremely creative. Dark blue jeans with bright white sneakers and red laces keeping them tied. I was wearing a promotional 'High and Dry' tee-shirt from XWF.com's shop and that was slightly concealed by a half-way done up black leather jacket with the sleeves rolled up.

This allowed me quick access to my expensive gold Rolex watch I had strapped around my right wrist. I noticed the time 17.27pm, three minutes before normal visiting time ended. I finally reached the end of the corridor, the two men who had escorted me, wielding pistols and batons stopped outside of a door, their was a sign.


The message was a chilling, yet clear one. One however, that we could not listen to. We had travelled over ten hours for this moment. Even the two men wielding pistols looked nervous as they slowly unlocked the various locks and edged the door open, they proceeded with caution down a stairway into an obvious secret part of the prison. It is no question that I had bribed the prison and guards to get me a visit to this.. this scummiest of scummy men. I continued down the stairway, still quite nervous, Benjamin now was quivering. I could hear banging and now the cries of prisoners. Before I had nulled it all out trying not to look at or make eye contact with anybody, even the staff. We reached the bottom of the steps, there was a small room with an opening with two doors, one was a cell, no bigger than 10x10 metres and the other was an interview room. The two men with pistols walked over to four other a lot more heavily armed men wearing bullet proof vests and anti stab equipment.

The beads of sweat forming and breaking on the forehead of the two less armed men was extremely noticeable which showed they were very much not looking to the task at hand.

Guard #1:
"I don't care if there was fifty of us and we all had machines guns and full body and head armour you would not see me in that room voluntarily. We drew straws and you chose last you've got to get him out!"

The less armed guard's heart sank and the maniacal laughter from the cell could now be heard. It sent a shiver down my spine and all of a sudden I'd forgotten what I'd even come for. The chilling realisation one of the most dangerous men in the modern era is sat or stood and laughing in the next room is bone chilling. The four heavily armed men lead me to the room, and past a chair that has arm and leg cuffs on it. I gulp again, another lump beginning to form in my throat. Maybe I should turn back. I sit down with Benjamin and two of the heavily armed men stand behind me trembling a little. I can tell without even looking because the rattle of the AK's is unbearable.

Zayne Vyper:
"Do you mind shutting the fuck up.. I'm trying to fucking concentrate and I can't hear myself think without you two little girls jiggling your fucking guns around shitting yourselves! Grow a pair."

The two stunned men pull it together a little and even Benjamin feels a little tingle in his spine. No one had said anything in what seemed to be an eternity and I had inadvertently broken the silence. But the silence came again, as I saw him.. those piercing eyes.. the dirty rotten teeth.. this is what I had came for... bleurgh.