A/N: Hello everyone, I haven't written any stories for in quite a while, so please go easy on me if you review…or I might send an escaped convict after you :P This story takes place right after the prisoners have escaped.

"I don't know what to do, I failed so many exams already, the tutors must think I'm a complete loser!" I whined to my best friend Sarah on the telephone.

While Sarah tried to convince me of the opposite, I bit nails and stared out of the window. Raindrops blurred my vision and was the main factor why I didn't see who was coming my way.

"Yes, I suppose you're right as always…", I sighed when Sarah had finished talking. "Listen, I'm going to make myself some dinner, my parents are at a friend's birthday party, so I have to cook myself if I want to have something to eat. I'm probably going to throw a pizza in the oven, don't feel like tiring myself."

Before Sarah could start preaching about the necessity of healthy food, I wished her goodnight and hung up.

I put the phone on the table and remained seated on my bed for a few minutes. At that moment my life wasn't going too well. Failed exams at university, recovering from the flu, no boyfriend, no job. I didn't know that everything soon was about to get even worse.

Making my way downstairs, I didn't pay attention to the strange noises that were coming from outside. I was thinking of ways to improve my mood, but I couldn't come up with any feasible ideas.

I put my favourite kind of pizza in the oven: tuna pizza. I turned on the tv while the pizza was in the oven. Hmm, I could hop on my bike and rent a DVD, but that was too much of an effort for me. I decided to stay at home and sulk around.

-Ping-

The pizza was finally ready and I slowly made my way to the kitchen. I put on a pair of ovengloves and opened the oven.

"What the….?!" I jumped in surprise because the oven was empty. Where the hell was my pizza? I looked down and saw there was water on the floor. What was going on? My heart started to beat faster and I put the ovengloves back in the cupboard.

There had to be someone in the house, I didn't know how else to explain the missing pizza.

I took a sharp knife from one of the drawers and tiptoed back to the living room.

I blinked at first and then started to panic when I saw a man sitting on the couch, eating a slice of my tuna pizza.

"I've got a knife", I blurted out without thinking. My voice sounded quite high-pitched.

"No need, I've already sliced the pizza, love", the man replied with a sinister southern accent.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?!" I shrieked, holding the knife in front of me, although the man hadn't moved from the couch.

Before he could answer, someone wrapped an arm around my throat and I was pulled against that person's chest. Another man stepped in front of me and took the knife from my hand.

He looked like a man who nobody wanted to mess with. Tall, muscular, very short hair and he had a grim expression on his face.

"Michael, what should we do with her?" the man who took the knife asked to another man, who appeared from the kitchen.

I tried to scream, but the man who held me clamped a hand over my mouth and tightened his grip on my throat.

"Hmmph!" I groaned and tried to struggle.

The man who sat on the couch made his way towards me and licked his lips.

"Oh, I have a few ideas…" he said with disturbing grin.

"You stay away from her, T-bag!" Michael said angrily and pushed the man away, before turning to me.

"You listen to me. As long as you cooperate we will not hurt you. But if you try to scream or get away…", he didn't finish his sentence, but I could fill in the blanks.

"I'm going to remove my hand, but if I so much as hear you breathing loudly, I'll break your neck", the man behind me hissed in my ear.

I closed my eyes to try and stop the tears from flowing out. He released me and I turned around to look at him.

"You're supposed to be in prison!" I gasped as I recognised John Abruzzi from a picture in the papers.

"Yeah, well, I am supposed to be there, I know. But at the moment I'm enjoying my freedom", he grinned.

"How many of you are here?" I croaked as I looked around.

"Six of us", a familiar voice said as he entered the living room. My eyes grew wide as I looked at an old friend of mine…

A/N: It's a little cliché, but I hope you enjoyed the first chapter : )