"She's dead Michael."
Lincoln Burrow's finally managed to get it out. Waiting for his brothers reaction, was what he was scared off.
After Linc tried to play hero, Susan cut Sara's head off to show him The Company means business. That Night, Sara Tancredi's head, was in a box. She was beheaded. The love of Michael Scofield's life was dead. And it was all his fault.
He felt horrible. If he would of never tried to save them, than Sara would be alive.
Michael stood there, frozen. His eyes grew red and teary. His heart pounded. He all the sudden didn't know what life was anymore. He all the sudden didn't want to see the light.
He wanted to sit in a dark room for the rest of his life. He wanted to become antisocial. He didn't look at Linc. Instead, he turned around, on the edge of tears and walked away. Flashbacks ran through his mind like a slideshow.
Sara
Sara
Sara.
"We have to finish this!" Linc screamed at his brother. "Michael, my son! Michael!"
Michael for once wanted to be in Sona. It was the worlds most horrible prisons, or one of them. But he for once wanted to be there. He stormed past the crowd of people. He went to the back of the prison. He leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. He than took out the picture of his Sara, his beautiful Sara, his doctor.
He stared at it. Tears filled his eyes.
He cried. He cried like he never thought he would. He cried till it felt like his throat was stuck and he'll never speak again. He cried like a waterfall never running out of water.
He couldn't take it. He fell to the floor. He hugged the picture. He kissed it. He cried on it.
Never again. Never again, would he find a woman like Sara Tancredi. He'll never know love, like his love for her. God, all he wanted was for her to be alive. For him to die. He couldn't breathe. His heart really was broken.
Hurting her but already being madly in love with her was one thing.
But being with her and falling even more in love with her and losing her after what seemed like 2 days of having her back in his life than losing her was another.
Michael walked out from where he was and back on the yard. He was holding the picture of Sara in his hand.
James Whistler approached him. The man the company wanted. The man he would of traded to have Sara back. Because of this man, Sara was gone.
"Where have you been?" James looked at Michael. He had a strong Australian accent.
Michael looked at him. Not answering for what seemed like the longest. His fist clenched.
"She's dead man." Michael's eyes grew teary. "My baby, my life. She's gone."
James gave him a sad look and sighed. "I'm sorry man. Really. That's horrible for a man to have to go through."
"Do you know? Do you know what it's like?" Michael's voice hinted anger.
"No and I don't want to know. I understand it must be hard. " James responded.
Michael released a bitter chuckle. "Must be hard. I loved her. I had so many plans for us, getting out, trading you for her, than living our lives. But now. Now. Because of you, because I had to be in this Prison with you, they took her! They took her and they killed her! I'd kill you but they have my Nephew!" Michael raised his voice. People began staring.
"What happened to your girlfriend is not my fault!" Whistler snapped back.
"HER NAME WAS SARA! AND SHE WAS A GOOD PERSON!" Michael spat. "And if it wasn't for you, I'd have visitation from her everyday! But for you! FOR YOU! WHO KNOWS WHAT THE HELL YOU DID, THEY TAKE A INNOCENT WOMAN FOR YOU!"
"You're causing a scene, stop." Whistler tried to calm him.
Lechero and his men walked up.
"If we must fight, we settle like men!" He screamed. "You fight; You ask me for the chicken foot, understood?"
Michael stormed off. He hated everything and everyone.
Sara was dead. And he still had to break this man out or LJ would be two.
Michael had to think of a plan. But having Sara's kiss, touch, voice, everything in his mind, was impossible.
He was only hoping the good Lord will take care of her.