My first ever fan fiction. This follows from the second season though i haven't watched it, they're still playing season 1 down here. Not sure if justice was done to the characters and story, so comments appreciated:)
Sara POV
She could feel them close behind, closing the gap. They had no face, no name. Their only identity? They were the chasers. The dreaded sense of panic and fear rose by the moment and she was doing all she could to focus her mind on keeping up with her partner. She had no idea where they were going, yet she had no qualms putting her life in the man's hand. The man that had lied to her so many times some time ago was the same man she had chosen to place her trust in at this time of crisis. The irony. Still she knew he was the only one who could outwit those men at their cat and mouse game. This she had to admit. He pulled her close as they turned a corner. But out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of someone to their right. In the dim moonlight, she couldn't make out much except for the pistol in his hand. And he left no time for them to react. Boom.
"Sara? Sara!"
"R-un, run…Michael…"
More gunshots and flashes.
"No, No, stop, I said stop, STOP. Please."
"Mi…-chael?"
Blank. Darkness. Pain. Fear.
"Michael!", she screamed as she awoke, clad in a hospital gown soaked in sweat.
Michael POV
He leaned his head against the prison wall. Enclosed in maximum security, he was back at Fox River again. But it didn't matter; all that mattered was that Sara was safe. The plan for a second escape would come later. God, he hoped Sara was alright. As he closed his eyes, the image of Sara falling, blabbering before she went limp resurfaced yet again.
The man had put a shot in Sara's stomach, missed one and fired another which grazed his left shoulder. He held her in his arms and pleaded with him to stop. He barely heard her mouth the words "run, Michael" as she passed out. If the situation wasn't as dire, he would have laughed out loud at her silly statement. How could he run when the woman he loved was dying in his arms? He laid her on the ground gently, stood up and lifted his blood-stained arms.
"I'm not going to run now. Just save her. Please."
The man emerged from the darkness. Michael saw the cold, hardened face that was devoid of emotion, before he was knocked cold from the back. He dreamt of picnics with Sara and long nights entangled in her arms. They were merely scenes of what seemed like an impossible future and he came to in the white-walled Fox River infirmary.