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Chapter 2 – Allen

Macy's Point of View

The tension in A-Wing was terrifying. It was clear to everyone that a race riot was going to take place. I hoped that Michael would just keep out of the way. But from what I could tell, Theodore Bagwell had taken a liking to him. Hopefully, Michael would just avoid him.

I had experienced one riot since I started working at Fox River. It was during my first week and I ended up getting cut badly by T-Bag. He had chased after me when I tried to run out of A-Wing and slashed a knife across my shoulder. I now have a huge scar there as a permanent reminder of that day. That was the day that I learnt to never turn my back on a prisoner, no matter how much you think that you can trust them.

It was time to search the cells and for the first time, I was asked to accompany Bellick during the search. Usually, I would end up in one of the offices, out of harm's way. Maybe they thought that I was finally ready to take part in the more dangerous aspects of the job. Inmates could get really rough when you discover their weapons and other dangerous objects that they hide in their cells.

We shut down the water and waited for the commotion to begin. All sorts of things flew out from the cells. I had to duck out of the way of a number of weapons as I followed Bellick and one of the guards with a sniffer dog up the metal staircase. Bellick suddenly stopped outside cell forty – Michael's cell. Michael froze when he saw me standing beside Bellick. I couldn't figure out what his eyes were displaying but I knew that he wasn't happy.

Michael's Point of View

It didn't occur to me that Macy could walk by. I refused to believe that she worked in Fox River. I thought that maybe it was Linc's imagination, like the fear of what was coming had made his mind play tricks on him. But when I saw her standing there on the other side of bars of my cell, I felt my stomach drop. I hadn't seen her in months. I thought I would never see her again. But there she was, standing there with a strange expression on her face.

I had forgotten about the knife in my hand until Bellick mentioned it. I looked at the weapon and then at Bellick, trying to eliminate Macy from my line of vision.

"Hand it over," ordered Bellick.

I did as I was told and stayed silent. Bellick handed the knife to Macy, who tore her gaze away from me to examine the weapon.

"Which side are you on, Fish?" asked Bellick.

Macy looked ready to say something but I spoke first, "That would be neither, boss."

"Maybe you're going to go extracurricular with it then – stick a C.O. maybe?"

Macy jumped in fright as the Warden appeared next to her, asking if there was a problem.

"We, er, found a weapon in here, sir," said Macy nervously, avoiding making eye contact with me.

She handed the Warden the knife and looked at the ground. The Warden looked me in the eye and asked me if the knife was mine. I didn't respond. I just stared at him. I wasn't going to become a snitch, not when I needed to earn my cellmate's trust. I also wasn't going to let myself get into trouble. That would just waste time.

"You're not a good liar," said Pope and he turned to Sucre, "come on, Sucre, you're going to the SHU."

Sucre left, looking back at me once. He sent Macy a helpless glance and I couldn't help but wonder why.

Macy's Point of View

I knew that the knife didn't belong to Michael. I had seen Sucre with it a few days ago but didn't say anything to the other guards. I knew that he had it for protection. I had told him to be careful with it. I didn't want him to end up in the SHU. He had a girlfriend who he cared about a lot. He phoned her often and if she didn't receive a phone call, she could lose faith in him.

He sent me a helpless look as he exited his cell and followed a guard to the SHU. I had to remember to try and get a message to his girlfriend to tell her she wouldn't be able to contact him.

"Move along, officers," said Pope, turning away.

"I'm not done searching his cell yet!" exclaimed Bellick.

I frowned. I knew that Bellick disliked Michael; I could tell by the way that he looked at him.

"I'll do it!" I suggested, "I can handle one inmate."

The Warden nodded, "Okay, Bale you continue searching this cell. Bellick, you move along."

Bellick tried to argue but the Warden just repeated his orders more harshly. Bellick mumbled under his breath and moved away from cell forty along with the other guard, leaving me with Michael. I made sure that no one was near the cell and stepped inside.

"Stand outside," I told Michael as I walked past him.

He did what he was told and watched me as I "searched" his cell.

"Are you going to say something?" I asked, whilst making myself look busy.

"Why?" he asked, trying not to show his frustration but failing.

"I told you," I said with a sigh, "I'm going to help Linc."

"But I told you not to get involved!" he said, "What if you get hurt?"

"I won't get hurt, I'm a guard; I have more protection than the inmates. Come on, Michael, you have to admit that having a guard on your side will help you!"

Michael rubbed his head fiercely and chuckled though the anger was clear in his laugh.

"You're so stubborn, Macy,"

"Of course I am," said Macy, leaving the cell, "how else do you think I got this job? Close on forty!"


Flashback

"I'm not sure that this is the right place for you to work, Miss Bale," said the Warden, staring at me from across his desk.

"I can assure you that I am more than capable of looking after myself," I said, confidently.

"There is a women's prison not too far from here which I think will suit your...requirements," the Warden said, awkwardly.

I frowned and folded my arms, "If you're referring to the fact that I am a woman, I'm sure that it is against the law to discriminate against someone based on gender."

The Warden raised an eyebrow and looked at the guard who stood in the doorway watching the meeting.

"Officer Bellick, would you please give Miss- I mean Officer Bale a short tour of the prison before she starts work?" asked the Warden.

I smiled triumphantly and shook the Warden's hand.

"Thank you, sir, I won't let you down!" I said and then turned to follow Officer Bellick out of the office.


Present – Macy's Point of View

I spotted Lincoln being led out of the chapel by Patterson. I knew that Michael had been in there so they must have talked. I wasn't going to get any information from Michael; he was still disappointed that I hadn't listened to him and gotten myself involved. He would try to keep me in the dark as much as he could and try to push me away. That was his nature. He protected the people around him.

Fortunately, Lincoln had come to terms with the fact that I wasn't going to give up until he was safe, so he would probably inform me of Michael's plan.

"I'll take him back to his cell, Patterson, you go and have a break!" I said, approaching Lincoln and the guard.

Patterson smiled slightly, "Thanks!"

No guard could refuse the chance of going on a break. Even I sometimes gave into temptation and snuck off to the break room for a biscuit and a comfy seat.

I began to lead Lincoln towards his cell but we walked at a slow pace so we could talk.

"Update?" I asked.

"He's planning on using the infirmary," said Lincoln with a sigh.

"That explains why he is pretending to be diabetic!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, but he needs some kind of drug to keep his blood sugar down. I think he said it was called PUGNAc. He asked C-Note to get it for him."

"As long as Michael stays away from T-Bag, C-Note should get it to him in no time."

"You keep T-Bag away from him. I don't want Michael getting hurt."

"I'll try, but there's not much I can do with this race riot looming upon us," I said, "the Warden took a big risk hiring me and if I get hurt again, he could lose his job. He tries to keep me out of harm's way as much as possible."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Lincoln said, stepping inside his cell.

I locked the door and talked through the window, "It is when the life of someone that you care about is at risk."

Michael was definitely making my job difficult. It was if he were asking for T-Bag to approach him as he sat on the benches. Surely Sucre had told him that that was where T-Bag hung out. I watched helplessly from the other side of the fence. Michael soon stood up and walked away, much to my relief. I spotted Lincoln staring at me and my head snapped back towards Michael who was now talking to C-Note - probably about the PUGNAc. I suddenly wondered if I should get the drug for him instead, but knowing that I had to cut through a kitchen full of inmates, I decided against it, for now.

The next day, Michael sat at the bleachers once again and T-Bag approached him. Before he was confronted I hurried to the fence behind him.

"Michael, get away from there!" I snapped.

He pretended that he didn't hear me but I knew that he did.

"Mikey no one messes with T-Bag and gets away with it!"

"Don't you have a prison to guard, Officer Bale?" asked Michael, a hint of anger in his voice.

He wasn't looking at me but I knew that he was smirking like he always did when he was angry.

I stayed put as T-Bag stopped in front of Michael.

"I'm watching you, Bagwell!" I shouted, glad to be safe on the other side of the fence.

"I promise you, girlie, I'll be on my best behaviour!" he said with an evil smile.

I frowned and continued to watch as he addressed Michael.

"I thought we had an understanding?" he said to him, "These bleachers are for family. You made it pretty clear you ain't blood!"

T-Bag looked at Michael's left hand and I followed his gaze. Unfortunately, Michael hid the object from my view as he followed T-Bag's orders and handed it to him. T-Bag turned his back on me and began to talk quietly to Michael so I had no idea what they were talking about. I jumped in fright as someone shouted from behind me.

"Girl scouts!" shouted a guard with a gun, "Is there a problem over there?"

The guard stood beside me and stared at the group of inmates expectantly.

"I'm not going to ask you again!" shouted the guard, "Let's break up the party, ladies!"

I sighed quietly as Michael walked away from the group. The guard smiled at me.

"See, you just have to be a little forceful, then they'll do what they're told!" he said, patting me on the shoulder and walking away.

T-Bag smiled and winked at me before sitting down. I frowned and walked away from the fence, no longer fearing for Michael's safety.

I went to see Lincoln, who was standing against the fence isolating the death row inmates from everyone else. I stopped to "tie up my shoe" as he spoke to me.

"You're supposed to be looking out for him!" said Lincoln, with his back towards me.

"He's not exactly making it easy for me. I think that T-Bag has something that he needs."

"Yeah well, so does C-Note. He can't get friendly with both of them and expect to get everything that he needs," said Lincoln. He paused and said hesitantly, "Why don't you get the PUGNAc for him?"

I sighed and switched shoes, "I thought of that, but I have to go through a kitchen full of inmates to get to the toxic control centre."

"Work the night shift, there aren't any inmates there at night."

I shook my head, stood up and stretched, "By then it will be too late. It takes a few days to confirm shift changes and Michael's next appointment with the Doc is coming up."

"Looks like you'll just have to take the risk. Get the PUGNAc. You chose to become involved, now you've got to do your part."

I ran a hand through my hair nervously and nodded.

It was tier time and I decided that that was my best time to get the PUGNAc for Michael. There would be fewer inmates in the kitchens during that time. I walked inside, trying to show that I was confident so no one would confront me. It seemed to be working though a few of the inmates stared at me when I walked past. I stepped inside and jumped slightly when I noticed a guard standing at a desk by the door. He looked at me suspiciously.

"What do you need?" he grunted.

I stuttered a little. I had completely forgotten that a guard worked in the toxic control centre.

"I-I need PUGNAc."

He nodded and pointed to where it was stored. I shakily walked towards the shelf and picked out a tub of the pills. As I was about to leave, the guard spoke to me again.

"So, you have high blood sugar?" he asked.

I nodded, "Yeah, and I'd appreciate it if no one else knows about this. I don't want people worrying."

The guard smiled politely and nodded. I left, closing the door behind me and I sighed in relief. A few of the inmates watched me as I stood awkwardly holding the tub in my hand. Adrenaline kicked in and I hurried out of the kitchen before any of them could approach me.

The next day, I decided to walk through the SHU and try and talk to Sucre. I knew that he'd want to call his girlfriend but he wouldn't be able to. So I thought I'd offer to call her for him. When I reached the Segregated Housing Unit, I heard yelling from one of the cells.

"I need to call my girl, it's her birthday!" I heard Sucre yelling.

Officer Stolte chuckled and said sarcastically, "Well happy birthday to her!"

"You've got to let me call her, please?" begged Sucre, "I'll give you a million dollars if you let me use the phone!"

"You've got something like forty cents to your name!" said Stolte, walking away.

Sucre was shouting desperately. Stolte had turned the corner to check on the other inmates. I took my chance and opened the small flap covering the plastic window in the door. Sucre stopped shouting when he saw me. I smiled.

"What's her number? I'll call her for you."

Sucre sighed happily and told me her number. I hurried away as Stolte came back round the corner. I greeted him politely then rushed to the main reception where there were a number of pay phones. I dialled the number and someone answered after a couple of rings.

"Hello?" I realised that it was a man's voice.

"Hi," I said, "is Maricruz there?"

"She's busy, who is this?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, this is Officer Macy Bale from Fox River Penitentiary. Who am I talking to?"

"Hector Avila. Wait, did you say that you are from Fox River Penitentiary?"

"Yes, sir-"

"What's my idiotic cousin done now?"

"Nothing! Nothing serious! He's been confined to Segregated Housing which means he can't contact anyone. He wanted to wish Maricruz a happy birthday and said he'd call as soon as he can. Could you pass on the message?"

"Of course, Officer. Thank you for calling. Goodbye."

Sucre's cousin hung up and I had a bad feeling that he wasn't going to tell Maricruz a thing.

That evening, just before count, I could sense that something was going to happen. I had to try and get the PUGNAc to Michael before then, otherwise it would be too late. I spotted Patterson in the A-Wing office.

"Hey, Louis, are you getting ready to take count?" I asked, hiding the tub of pills up my sleeve.

"Yeah, why?"

"I have a message for Scofield from his girlfriend," I lied, "she called about five minutes ago and left an urgent message."

"Okay, go right in, I won't open the cells until you're back here," said Patterson, opening the gate.

I thanked him and hurried towards cell forty. Once I stood outside it, I called for Michael's attention.

"Scofield! I have an urgent message from your girlfriend!"

He frowned at me slightly and stood up next to the bars. I checked to see if anyone was looking. When I was sure it was safe, I pulled the tub of pills from my sleeve and handed them to him.

"I heard that your blood sugar is a little high," I whispered with a wink.

He looked from the tub then back at me and sighed.

"Thanks," he said with a smile and walked back to his bunk.

"Be careful, Mikey," I whispered but I wasn't so sure that he heard me.

I walked back out of A-Wing and stood in the office, watching as Patterson walked inside, calling for the inmates to stand on the line outside the cells. One inmate stepped off his line. Patterson yelled for him to get back on the line but the inmate ignored him. A couple of the men shuffled back towards their cells. I shouted through my radio for the Disciplinary Intervention and Response Team (DIRT) to provide backup for the guards. Patterson ordered a few more inmates to get back on their line – that was when it all started. Men lunged at each other with sharp objects; some just used their fists and feet. I flinched as I spotted Michael being thrown over the balcony. The other guards had hurried into the office and locked the gates, waiting for the DIRT to arrive.

Michael was attacked from behind by Maytag, one of T-Bag's followers. It took all of my willpower not to rush through the gates and drag Michael out of there. Fortunately, one of C-Note's friends came to Michael's rescue. Unfortunately, Maytag was killed in the process. I may not have liked Maytag but he was still young. Michael caught Maytag in his hands just as T-Bag looked over. T-Bag shouted Michael's name in anger. Michael let go of the lifeless body of Maytag and hurried back to his cell as the DIRT team began to respond with tear gas. I couldn't see anything more. I desperately wanted to go inside and make sure that Michael was ok.

The Warden insisted on speaking with the men. I stood behind him along with Bellick and Patterson. I tried to see inside Michael's cell but because I was on the ground floor, I couldn't catch a glimpse of him. I fought hard to keep the tears rolling down my cheeks. I'd never been more scared in my entire life and it was fear for someone else's safety – Michael's safety.

The Warden began his short speech, "I really don't know what to say to you gentlemen. I try to give you the benefit of the doubt, I try to treat you with respect – you can't even respect yourselves. So there's going to be a forty-eight hour lockdown. No showers, no visitation. And I strongly suggest that you all learn to get along. Otherwise, next time, it's going to be a week and the time after that is going to be a month. Think about it."

The forty-eight hour lockdown was finally over which meant that I could check on Michael. I offered to escort him to the infirmary for his insulin shots. On the way, I stopped him and pulled him into a tight hug. I didn't expect him to hug me back because his hands were cuffed but he leaned his head on my shoulder.

Michael's Point of View

I so desperately wanted to hug Macy when she pulled me towards her. I could smell the sweet scent of cherries radiating from her hair. I chuckled as I thought about the cherry shampoo she had always insisted on using. I missed the days when the only thing we had to worry about were things like shampoo or what we would do on the weekends or who's turn it was to wash up. Macy's voice brought me out of my thoughts.

"I was so worried about you!" she cried. I could see her eyes watering as she continued, "I thought you were hurt!"

I smiled slightly, happy that she cared.

"I was fine."

"I'm not sure that I feel comfortable with you being in here," she said shakily, "you're going to get hurt!"

"I'll be okay, Macy," I told her, though I wasn't really sure if that was true, "you have nothing to worry about."

Macy frowned, "Apart from the fact that one of my best friends is going to be sent to the electric chair for a crime he didn't commit whilst the other is going to get killed for messing with the wrong people!"

I looked at her sympathetically and cupped her face in my cuffed hands.

"I can take care of myself, I promise you that," I said softly, "now, no more worrying, okay?"

Macy nodded and we started to walk towards the infirmary again.

"Did you take the PUGNAc?" she asked me after a minute of silence.

"Yeah, I should be fine when I get my shots now," I said, "thank you for getting it for me. I guess I'll have to start trusting you with the plan more."

When we reached the infirmary, Doctor Tancredi greeted Macy with a smile. It was clear that the two had become friends. Macy would definitely be more useful in the plan now. She stood against the wall, watching as Doctor Tancredi began to carry out a diabetes test.

"How long does this take?" I asked nervously.

"It used to take hours," explained the doctor, "they've come a long way with the new glucose kits, this should take about ten seconds."

I noticed that Macy shifted uncomfortably from the other end of the room. I focused on the floor, trying not to let my nerves show.

"I'll slide the strip into the meter and were ready to go!" continued the doctor.

She continued to explain how to diagnose diabetes though I wasn't listening. I began to stare at the meter, hoping that it would show that I was diabetic. If it didn't, the whole plan would be over.

Macy's Point of View

Michael started to fidget as he awaited the results of his glucose test. I had to admit that I was pretty nervous too. But when Michael gets nervous, he looks so helpless and desperate. He sometimes even cried when the nerves were too much for him. He was a wreck right now.

"You seem a little nervous," said Sara.

That was an understatement. Michael was practically shaking now. He had to come up with a good explanation for his nerves. It should be easy but with his current state of mind, you never know what he could come up with.

"I do?" he asked.

He had to have something better than that!

Sara nodded, "You're sweating."

Michael shook his head, "Must be the needles. I never really got used to them."

I raised an eyebrow at him. He looked at me and realised his mistake. There he was with a massive tattoo and he was saying that he was scared of needles! I had never seen the whole tattoo but Lincoln had told me that it covered his back, torso and arms. That had to be more than a little painful. Sara voiced my opinion and picked up the small device that held the results to Michael's glucose test.

"Ah, bad news I'm afraid," said Sara, "you're definitely diabetic."

I looked down in fake sympathy but Michael had clearly forgotten what he was just told and smiled, sighing in relief.

"Do you need anything else from me?" he asked Sara.

"Arm to stick a needle in!" she replied.

Michael, still smiling, said "Okay!"

He walked over to me, and waited for me to cuff him before we walked out of the infirmary and towards A-Wing.

"Could you be anymore happy?" I asked him as we walked, "You looked about ready to throw a party in there! What's with you? Why are you acting so...un-Michael?"

Michael smiled and shrugged. I rolled my eyes, undid his handcuffs as we approached the yard. Bellick hurried over.

"Hey there, Macy, I'll take him!" he said, happily.

I raised an eyebrow, "No, It's fine, Brad."

"Come on, Mace, I'm doing you a favour!" he said.

I shuddered in disgust at his new nickname for me. Michael shrugged at me and I sighed, not wanting to leave him.

"Fine!" I said, trying not to sound disappointed, "Just, don't call me Mace...ever!"

Bellick saluted and took a hold of Michael's arm, leading him away from me. Michael turned back to look at me with a smile whilst I waved at him discreetly before walking off.


Sorry that it has taken a while to update. Please let me know what you think about the point of view changing - is it confusing or is it ok? Thank you for reading.