Intruders
A boy no older than 10 sat on the couch talking on the phone with his mother. He had wild tangled dark hair and shocking blue eyes.
"You be careful," a strong firm voice said on the other end.
"Don't worry mom, I'll be ok," the boy said reassuringly.
"Karen should be there in about an hour or so,"
"Ok,"
For a moment no one talked.
"I love you," his mother said quietly.
"Love you too mom," the boy said.
There were distant voices on the other end where his mother was and she retaliated quickly then.
"Guess I better go, call if you need anything,"
"Okay bye,"
"Bye Lucas,"
Lucas hung up after his mother and he slouched into the couch. He picked up the remote and clicked on the tv. He watched with interest as eight mug shots came up on the screen and below the shots was a title. Fox River Eight. Lucas couldn't help but give a little smile. He always thought that things like these were very entertaining and amusing to watch. He knew that if his mother found out that he was watching something like this, she'd freak but she wasn't here he was all alone.
About five miles from the boy's house were seven men running for their lives. They stopped to catch their breaths for a minute and as they did one started to talk.
"You bastard," one gasped.
"What?" another said innocently.
"Where too now, I'm not running from here all the way to New York ya know,"
"Get use too it,"
"An what makes you the boss Snowflake?"
"You came with me you follow my rules,"
They started to run again until they came to a small light that flared in the dark.
"There," one said.
And they started running again.
Inside the house Lucas watched intently, completely hypnotized as the newswomen read aloud the news. Lucas wasn't listening to the newswomen he was busy reading the names of the escapees. Lincoln Bureaus, Michael Scofield, Theodore Bagwell, John Abbruzi, Fernando Sucre, Benjamin Franklin, David Apolskis and Charles Paoshik. Out of all the prisoners the only one interesting to Lucas was Lincoln Bureaus, who killed the vice presidents brother.
About a couple centimetres from the house now, the seven men wandered around and one went up to the window and peered in.
"Michael," one said in a husky voice.
Michael came over, "What?"
The man pointed up and Michael peered in to see a boy around 10 watching the news.
"Shit," Michael whispered.
"You do have a plan right?" one said almost in a desperate tone.
"Calm down Sucre,"
"Oh my god," Sucre replied holding his head in his hands.
Another man came over and peered into the window and smirked, "Looks like my son,"
"Enough Abruzzi," Michael hissed.
"What?"
One was leaning against the house and saw what everyone else was seeing.
"Yo he's small man,"
"Probably a youngster," another replied.
"Nothing a nail won't fix,"
Michael whipped quickly around and faced the man who said it, "If we go in you don't touch him, got it?"
"Now calm down Pretty, why would I hurt a tiny thing like him?"
The one leaning against the house took a step back; onto the end of a rake. The pole came up quickly and smacked him in the back of the head.
"What the hell yo?" the man groaned rubbing his head.
"Shut up Tweener," Michael hissed.
Tweener groaned once again and joined them. They all watched as the boy slowly moved from the couch into the kitchen.
"We can't stay here," Michael finally said.
"Why not?" Sucre asked.
"Sucre, there's a 10 year old kid in there,"
Sucre looked at the ground.
"We're leaving now," Michael turned, "Where the hell is Lincoln and Abruzzi?"
Inside Lucas wander in the kitchen for something to eat. He opened a cupboard and peered inside. Nothing. Lucas went to the sink and looked outside. The light acted like a mirror and he saw everything behind him. Everything. Lucas slowly pulled a knife out of the sink as he saw a tall man. The man was tall, muscular, short cropped hair, and a grin on his face. He turned quickly and made a stabbing move but the man grabbed his hand and squeezed until Lucas thought his wrist would break.
"Take it easy kid," a husky voice said.
Lucas faked dropped the knife and caught it in the other hand. The man was too slow to grab his other wrist and the knife grazed the man's ribs. The man let go of Lucas who dashed past him and ran upstairs. With the knife still in his hand he grabbed the cordless phone and ran into his room. 9-1-1. He pressed the talk button but the line was cut. The lights suddenly went out and someone screamed, not knowing if it was him who screamed, Lucas just ran back to the doorway which was probably not the smartest of him. Strong arms grabbed him around his waist and he kicked wildly. Lucas felt the knife still in his hand and he tried to stab at his captor but another pair of arms grabbed his wrist and twisted. Lucas dropped the knife at once and it landed on the ground with a thud. The lights flicked back on and Lucas saw the door still wide open, one person stood in the doorway while two others were struggling with the boy.
"Michael wants him downstairs," the man at the door said in a southern accent.
"Tell him I'll be down,"
The man nodded and ran back down the stairs.
"Now I'm going to place you down alright?" the man said who was holding Lucas.
Lucas nodded.
"Don't run away or its just gonna make it harder on you,"
Lucas nodded again and he felt his feet touch the ground, as they did he raised his right leg and hit the man as hard as he could in the groin. The man dropped Lucas all together and fell to the ground as well. The other man made a wild grab for Lucas but missed. Lucas didn't dare to look back as he raced down the long hall to his parent's room. On the way he tripped on the slippery floor and his head collided with the wall. Lucas tried to get up but he started to see stars and his vision went all blurry. He saw a boy no older than 18 or so come up to him, then everything went dark.