Prison Break
Sona Penitentiary: A Day in the Life
Brad Bellick
Michael had just been dragged out the doors, the new man in charge seemed to think that
Michael warranted special treatment, and not the good kind. We were all watching from the cell
windows. Michael was taken into an office room, a short while later he was taken out. There
was some kind of cage out there, it was wrapped in plastic. It looked like a telephone booth.
Michael and the new boss of the prison, (some kind of general) stopped beside it. The general
said something, Michael said something back, obviously it wasn't something the general wanted
to hear because he had Michael placed in the cage. The general continued to talk to Michael,
and then he just walked away.
Lechero the old kingpin of Sona said somewhat apathetically "It's done. It's finished." Then he
just walked away, while many of the other prisoners crowded around the windows to watch.
McGrady and Whistler were the ones who stayed by the window the most to watch Michael.
McGrady was the closest thing to a friend Michael had in Sona, and I could tell he was
genuinely worried for him. Whistler seemed agitated and nervous, and he kept asking McGrady
questions about what was happening. A little while later Alexander Mahone was being escorted
back into Sona. He had been taken out earlier to give some kind of testimony, he had hoped
that whatever he had to say would have kept his ass from going back into Sona. Unfortunately
for him it hadn't worked out that way, I couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
While T-Bag and I talked, somebody barfed all over the place. A big guy, one of Lechero's
gang came over, and tried to get me to clean it up. I told the guy to shove off and pushed him,
so he stepped into the mess. Later on I found a chicken's foot on my pillow, it's the way for
settling disputes around here. You give it to somebody, and then you both have to fight until one
is dead. I couldn't believe it, I asked him if he was really going to fight me over this. He said I
should have cleaned up the mess when he told me too. At this point I was beginning to panic, I
had one hope. I needed to talk to Lechero, he was the one who scheduled fights, and he was
the only one who could stop this one. When I went to see him he wasn't there, I talked to
Sammy the right hand guy, he just looked at me and said "The fight will go on, after lunch."
I had no choice now, I had to fight, I knew that I would probably die. The man who I was going
to fight was huge. I didn't know what to do. I am not a religious man, but this was the first time
in my life that I prayed for help. I was desperate, I didn't want to die, so I knew I would have to
cheat just to have a chance. I went to the storage room, found some chemicals and knew what I
had todo. I ripped up my shirt into rags, dipped them into turpentine and wrapped them around
my knuckles. I put wads of paper up my nose so the smell wouldn't get to me. I prayed one
more time for deliverance, and then went out to face my fate. As I was walking to the fight,
people that I had never spoken to crowded around me, some of them clapped me on the back
as if to say "Good Luck!" My opponent lunged at me before I was ready and hit me hard on the
face. This fight would probably be over before it started. I couldn't think, I couldn't do anything.
I was being pummeled mercilessly. Then at last a little bit of luck, the guy I was fighting thought
he had me down for the count. He turned his back to wave to the crowd, and then that instant I
pounced. I rushed up to him and shoved my hands into his face. Then before he had time to
react I backed away and waited for the turpentine fumes to take affect. I could tell he was dizzy,
because he was looking everywhere but at me. I kicked him in the balls, punched him in
the face, and then came the finishing blow. An uppercut to the throat that put him down
permanently. The people around me rushed over, and cheered for me like I was the MVP for a
basketball team or something. I couldn't help myself, I cheered too. I was just happy to be
alive. Then T-Bag spoiled everything. He walked over and looked at me like he knew
something was up. He picked up one of the rags took a whiff and then walked away. He knew I
had cheated, because of our bad history together, I was more than a little worried that
he would rat me out.
After the fight things went back to normal, until a little while later that day I was told I had a
visitor. I wondered who the hell would want to see me, as I walked out I saw a woman. She
was an average sort, not ugly, but not pretty. "What the hell do want?" I asked. I was probably
kind of rude right then, but I'm not known for being well mannered. She looked at me surprised,
and then started talking in Spanish so fast my head was spinning. I told her to speak in English
which she did. I was kind of surprised, especially when she told me her name was Consuela,
and that she had sent me letters. Now I was really confused. I asked her if she was my lawyer,
she said she was in love with me and that the women in Panama have dreams about me. I can't
lie, at this point I was excited, I didn't know I was a celebrity. And the idea of a woman who
wanted me didn't sound that bad either. And the best part was she had brought some delicious
smelling food. I hadn't had good food to eat for what seemed like forever.
Then everything turned sour. "Where are your tattoos?" "Tattoos?" "You used tattoos to break
out of prison." I finally caught on, she thought I was Schofield. "Oh yeah! I had them lasered
off." "Some of the guards think that it is funny to send out the wrong person to meet me."
"Nope, I'm Michael Schofield in the flesh." "What did you do to get into Sona?" "I robbed
another bank."Then she got mad. "Why would you lie? You don't think I have feelings?" I
sighed and told her the truth. "It's just that my mom doesn't know I'm out here, and there's no
one to talk to in there." She was still angry. Then I told her "I killed a man today!" She stopped
and stared at me frozen. "He was going to beat me to death because I wouldn't clean up
another man's puke. So while the whole prison watched I ..." Finally I gave her some adivce.
"Believe me. You don't want to love anyone that's in here." Then she did something completely
surprising. She took out a little burrito and gave it to me, then she walked away with a god awful
sad look on her face.
As I watched her go, I called out to her before I even knew what I was doing."Wait! Don't go!"
She stopped and looked at me for a minute then she walked slowly back. "What?" "My name is
Brad Bellick, and I'm here for murdering a prostitue." "How horrible?" She shrieked. "But I was
framed!" "Did you just call me back to tell me your name, and your crime?" "No, I called you
back because I can get Michael Schofield out here." At this her face brightened. "But you said
not to love anybody in here." "I know, but Schofield is a decent guy. If there is one person that
doesn't deserve to be here, it's him. Before I go get him, I should warn you he is in love with
another woman." "Who?" I couldn't bear to say her name because I loved her too. "She's dead,
she was murdered." Something in my voice may have given her a clue. "Did you love her too?"
"Yes" "Did she love you or him?" "Him" "Oh, I'm so sorry." "It's all right" I told her I would try
and bring him out, and told her to wait. I found McGrady who was standing nearby. "McGrady,
go find Michael. He has a visitor." As McGrady rushed off, I went back to the gate. "If things
don't work out between you, would you mind visiting me?" I expected her to say no, but she
looked thoughtful and said "Maybe." McGrady came back a short while later. "He won't come."
I went back and told her. "Thank you for trying" she said. "Your welcome, oh and uh how about
seeing me?" She smiled and said "I'll think about it."
Authors Note
I based this story off episode 310 and a Fox Online short. The last part was my own additon.
This is the first time I have written in first person.