My God! I feel like the writers of the show...dragging on and on ((Not saying dragging Prison Break on is bad, but, still lol))
Well, here's my second remake (God, I'm annoying)
I'm going to promise this my last. There are two reasons I'm starting over
1. I read through the story and IT SUCKED!!
2. I was adding to much chapters and I got lost.
So here's the plan.
I'm going by seasons (kinda)
So, here is....SEASON 1!!!
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Prison Break
Chapter 1
Prison Break
Michael, 16 years old, closed his eyes tightly as he covered them with his hands, letting his tears fall as his body shook with sadness. Sitting in front of him, covered in flowers was a headstone that read "Here lies...A loving mother and wife."
As Michael continued to cry, Lincoln, 19 years old walked up behind him slowly and he placed his hand softly on his shoulder. "Come on, will come back tomorrow...lets get you home."
Michael shook his head and he pulled away from Lincoln and he sobbed softly. "Why'd she have to die Linc...why?"
As Michael cried more, Lincoln sighed softly and he looked away.
"I don't know Michael..."
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After the two arrived home, Michael dropped down onto the couch and he sighed softly. "What are we going to do now?"
Lincoln shrugged softly, pulling off his tie and undoing his jacket. "I don't know yet Michael...Ya know what, worry about school and things, and...I'll try to figure everything out. Alright?"
Michael nodded, then he looked down in silence.
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Years later, Michael, 28 years old, stood before the grave of his mother. Dead flowers covered the tomb except for one that was just placed there. Michael looked over it in silence, hands in his pockets.
As he stared down at the tomb, Lincoln, 31 years old, stepped up behind him and he placed his hand on his shoulder softly. "If you stand any more still, birds will land on you thinking your a statue."
Michael chuckled softly then he turned to Lincoln and smiled, and the two hugged.
"How's it going Linc?"
"Same old Same old Mikey..." Lincoln pulled away and he smiled looking to Michael. "How bout you show me your little bachelor pad you bought?" Michael laughed softly and he patted Lincoln on the shoulder then the two walked off.
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Michael quietly closed the door behind the two and throwing the key onto the holder, Lincoln stepped into the room and he spun some, laughing as he looked over the huge apartment room. "I think you over did it Michael!"
Michael chuckled softly and he pulled his coat off, stepping up to Lincoln and he spun some. "You think so? Is it too big?"
"Nah, not at all, I'm just a little worried you may hurt yourself with so much...space." As he said this, he glanced over at Michael and the two shared a smile. Then a short laugh.
After the laughter stopped, Lincoln glanced over at the clock and he sighed softly. "Hey, I've got to go..." With that he quickly headed to the door and just before he left, he glanced back at Michael. "Nice place Mikey..." The door then closed.
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Michael opened his eyes sighing and letting his hand drop from covering his eyes he looked to the side and resting on the pillow beside his head, was a small paper crane.
"Mikey..."
"Linc...You weren't in your room..."
Lincoln sighed softly, looking to the side sadly. In front of him, Michael sat up in his bed, knees pulled to his chest and his face tear stained.
"Wh..Where did you go?..."
"It doesn't matter..."
"Will you always be gone when I wake up!?"
Lincoln shook his head and hearing Michael sob softly, his heart almost broke and he looked to him. "Michael...I want to show you something." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded up paper, and unfolding a few parts he held it out to Michael as a paper crane. "For now on, every time I'm not there, I will leave this at your side. That means...I'll always return. Understand?"
Michael blinked looking to the crane. Slowly he took it into his hand, then he nodded. "Alright..." With that, Lincoln smiled and he hugged Michael tightly.
"Now...get some sleep." He then stood and left the room and Michael laid down and resting the crane on his pillow, he fell asleep.
Michael pushed himself up and he walked over to the window and he looked out quietly. "Where are you Linc?..."
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As night time slowly began to role around, Michael sat on the bed once more and every now and then he'd glance at the crane, until his phone began ringing. Quickly he picked it up and answered it. "Lincoln?"
A few blocks away, Lincoln stood leaning up against a street light and he laughed softly hearing the worry in Michaels voice. "Heh, I take it you've been waiting?"
Michael smiled softly and he rubbed the back of his head, sitting down on his bed again. "Yeah, I saw the crane. Linc..."
"Yeah, Sorry I'm not there yet. Um, I hate to say this but uh, can you come pick me up. Stuffs been going on and..."
"Where are you?"
Lincoln looked around quietly then he nodded to the street sign. "4th street, by that bar that me and Veronica use to hang out in..." As he turned around, his gaze landed on two men heading his way. "Michael, I'll talk to you later. Don't worry about picking me up." Quickly he hung up and Michael blinked as the line went quiet.
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2:00 AM. Michael walked quietly down the road. Buried in a large winter coat, a hat, and scarf. As he walked he passed homeless guys, looking over each one as he went then he stopped in front of one, hunched over, shivering as he hugged himself.
"I thought I told you not to worry?"
Michael shook his head softly and he nealed down.
"Your my brother, do you honestly think I'm EVER going to listen to what you tell me?"
Lincoln looked up to him and the two laughed softly, then Michael stood.
"Come on..." Lincoln then stood and the two walked off.
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As the two sat in the apartment, Michael sat on the chair across from the couch where Lincoln sat, a cup of coffee in his hands. "I don't get it Linc...I'm always finding you out on the streets or locked out of your own house. I haven't seen a car, never any food...Absolutely nothing!"
Lincoln sighed and he looked up to Michael. "Quit worrying so much, I'm a grown man already...I don't need my kid brother watching my every move and my back all the time like some body guard."
Michael shook his head sighing. "I think you do.."
"I'm fine Michael! Just leave me alone!" With that, Lincoln stood and he stomped to the door, but was stopped as Michael grabbed his arm.
"Do you think mom would approve of this?" Lincoln grew still and quiet and Michael looked up to him. "How much do you wanna bet she's rolling over in her grave because of this? Where is YOUR money Lincoln!?"
"Mom's dead...enough about her."
Michael quickly stood and he glared over at Lincoln, turning him to face him. "No! It's never enough about her, cause every time she's left out you go out and get your ass into trouble!" Lincoln turned away and he brought both his hands to his face, growling softly. "Besides...if I don't bring her up, you'll continue to live like some dead beat..."
Lincoln shook his head as he turned to face Michael and he let his hands fall from his face and he looked to the clock. "I've got to go Mike..." With that he quickly left.
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Morning.
Michael sat quietly at his desk, typing away on his lap top. He was then stopped as his cell phone rang and he quickly picked it up. "Linc..."
"Michael..." Lincoln slowly slid to the ground, shirt and pants covered in blood. "I need help, something...happened."
Before he even finished the sentence, Michael was already on his way out of the hotel, slipping his coat on. "Where are you!?"
Lincoln opened his mouth to talk but he fell quiet as cop cars came into view and he sighed. "I've got to go Michael..."
"Lincoln?"
Lincoln pushed himself to his feet, and he dropped his phone, raising his hands. "Lincoln Burrows, You're under arrest!"
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I'd say it's better then the first two...but I don't think I have the original anymore. Well, Enjoy. READ AND REVIEW