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Even as a cripple Theodore "Theo" was feared and respected by his peers. With his strong character Theo doesn't let his dissability bring him down. But what happens when his father, Thomas Shelby, finds out that the crippled boy is actuall...
(Theo's P.O.V.) Inspector Campbell roughly let my hands go after securing them in some handcuffs. "Now stay here, I'll be right back. And don't even think about escaping!" Campbell warned me while giving me a stern wave of his finger. "Are you seriously scared that I will escape?" I questioned while looking up at him, "what with these legs? Don't be ridiculous, you'll catch me before I even manage to hobble my way to that door" I told him and pointed to the door behind him with my crutch, "and that is a big if. You know considering" I said and motioned to my still broken legs. "You're a smart kid, Theo" he replied turning on his heels, "you'll find a way. One way or another". I rolled my eyes and leaned back into the chair that I had been sat down on. After the metal door was shut, I decided to take a look around. The holding cell was small, a table and two chairs stood in the middle, I was seated at one of them. Behind me was the window that looked out to the courtyard. My ears picked up the sound of voices, most likely those of some guards. But beside all this, the cell was boring and I quickly lost interest in it. Instead I gave my attention to the handcuffs around my wrist. It was not my first time being in handcuffs. I had fought with a young guy in the fighting ring and he lost. His parents, some rich high society pricks, did not enjoy the fact that he came home all beaten up, especially when they found out that some poor low society cripple had caused those injuries. In my opinion the bruises, wounds and cuts looked more brutal than they actually were on the kid. So they filled a complaint, stating I had cheated and put something in my boxing gloves. And due to their status in the high society and me being of lower society the complaint was made into an arrest warrant. After my arrest the young bloke, who I had fought, told them it was a fair and square fight and the charges got dropped soon after. So comparing these cuffs with the ones from back then, I could tell that these differed slightly from the other pair I had worn years ago. Must be a newer version. I had always found it interesting to see how stuff worked or how they were made. So, although it wasn't all that difficult to figure out how they worked, it still kept me busy until Campbell returned. Luckily it didn't take long for Chester Campbell to return. I looked up at him as he announced that I was going to stay here, in wing A to be exact.
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"You'll be set free once your father agrees with our terms" he told me, "what terms?" I questioned him, wanting to know more. Inspector Campbell just chuckled at me and refused to tell me. "Come on" he said and pulled me up towalk. But I had nothing to hold onto, to prevent me from falling, like a crutch or someone's shoulder. And then considering I still had broken legs, well, I never had a chance of keeping myself upright. I immediately fell to the floor when Campbell released me without a second thought. I also had no way of catching myself due to being handcuffed. With a groan I landed, basically face first, onto the concrete floor. I turned myself to my side, with a lot of effort, and sucked in some air to try and relief some of the pain "letting go off a cripple isn't very mannerfull" I commented theough the pain. Campbell even had the audacity to have certain look on his face, which basically showed me he found it an inconvenience that I can't walk. "Go on, crawl then. If you can't walk" he said with a mockery in his tone. I frowned in anger at him. Even if I wanted to crawl, I wouldn't be able due to the fact of the handcuffs. "I can't" I growled at him. He raised an eyebrow at me. I simply showed him my bounded wrist. He got the hint. I originally had thought that he would've taken the cuffs of and order me to crawl. But instead he called for two officers that would carry me. They both swung an arm over their shoulders before moving forward. My feet dragged over the floor. I had given up on trying to walk while leaning on them a while ago. The two were two quick paced for me. So I just simply let myself hang on their shoulders as they walked through the hallway with the cells. Untill eventually we arrived in a large room. It looked like the canteen of Wing A. Some of the guys in the canteen, mostly the prisomers, looked into our direction. Wanting to know who the fresh meat was exactly. I recognized some of these lads, having seen them fight or fought them myselves. Quiet chatter rose up amongst them. "Here is good" Campbell said and pointed to one of the empty benches. I was sat down on the bench by the two officers before the Inspector removed my handcuffs. Instantly, my hands moved up to rub my wrist. "Let's see if you survive until your father shows his face" he joked before walking off. I watch him and the two others walk away from me. Around me some of the lads stand up and make there way towards me. "Hello Theo" I hear one of them say and I look up to meet his eyes. I smirk "hello Brown". I look over his features and smirk "still a crooked nose I see" I laugh, reminding him off the time I had given him a broken nose. With an angry growl he punched out and I fell back from the bench onto the ground. I licked my lips ans tasted the iron indicating that there was blood. I looked up at him.
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I chuckled darkly at him. "Is that really how you welcome someone here?" I asked him, "manners maketh men. But clearly you don't have them" I tutted at him, "so let me teach you".
