It was storming, raining. She was scared. Her back was covered in blood and cuts from where she was whipped. She was inside an abandoned shack. She had escaped. Escaped for them. The Company.
She looked at the key the guard gave her. The key that cost the guard her life. She slipped it in her pocket.
All she knew was that Michael was in Sona, and that he needed her. She watched outside as it stormed and rained. There was no way she'd make it to any destination with this weather.
She wondered if Michael knew she was never safe. As soon as they took him from her, after he gave it up, she disappeared. She wondered if Michael longed for her as much as she longed for him.
She didn't care. She was going to put her all into finding him. If it kills her, she won't die till she knows he's okay.
Michael walked through the yard the next morning. Looking for a place to be alone. He nearly bumped into T Bag. T Bag had a sly smirk across his face. Michael glared and stepped over but T Bag moved over to.
"Nah ah, pretty. We're gonna talk." T Bag smirked.
"I have nothing to say to you." Michael's expression was blank.
"So you and the pretty doc, huh? She always looked like a woman to use for-" He paused and smirked. "I think you know."
Michael glared.
"So she's gone now, huh? Did you ever get to run up her clock or saving it for the we-"
T Bag was all of the sudden against the wall, Michael's palm tightly around his neck.
"You need to watch the next words that happen to slip out of your mouth. Or so help me, I will rip your tongue out and shove it down your throat." Michael snapped, than he dropped T Bag and walked off.
Linc was waiting impatiently by the fence when Michael came out.
"Thought you'd bail." He said.
Michael smirked. "Why would I bail on freedom?"
But he already knew the answer to that.
"Because of-" Linc began.
"Don't. Look. I'm going to get Whistler out of this Prison and we're going to leave." Michael finished.
"Look man. I'm sorry." Linc Sighed. "If I would have never played hero..." He couldn't finish.
Michael knew Linc was going to blame himself for the rest of his life. He sighed. "They did what they did... to show us. Look man... LJ needs us. We gotta help him."
"What about Sara?" Linc Asked.
"I'll deal with her death personally..." Michael's voice broke. "I need to go. Figure out how to break him out. Than we'll leave. Forever.."
"3 more days man. 3 more days." Linc warned.
"Got it." Michael made his way back to hell.
Sara was in the city now. She thought it was the stupidest thing ever but she tried to remain unknown.
As she was walking through the streets she bumped into a Hispanic woman .
"I'm sorry." Sara said, continuing to walk.
The woman nodded and looked around. Than it hit her. She ran to Sara.
"Excuse me? My name is Sofia Lugo, are you Sara Tancredi?" Sofia asked, her voice surprised.
"Um.." Sara became tense. "No, sorry." She began walking.
Sofia followed. "Please, I know what happened! I know Lincoln Burrows! His brother is trying to break out of a Prison called Sona, they're going to break out my boyfriend James Whistler." She waited for Sara's response.
"Wh-what?" Sara asked. She could barely speak.
"Linc told me that you had been beheaded... your head was in a box." Sofia said, Sara remained quiet.
"Please, let me help you. Let me take you to my house and get you cleaned up."
Sara gulped.
"How do I know you aren't one of them..."
"who?" Sofia was confused.
"Call Lincoln." Sara wanted confirmation.
Sofia nodded and did as told. "Yes, Linc I need you to be at your apartment in an hour. Um, I have S-"
"Stop, they might be tracking the call." Sara swallowed.
"I just need you there." Sofia hung up.
Sara and Sofia went to Sofia's house and Sara got cleaned up.
Michael was in his cell looking out the window, determining the times and ways the guards looked away. He already had a rope latter in his possession. He would drop it in order to get out and run by the time the guards looked away. Michael also noticed a bright light that would make them look away and cause 30 second delay in which they'd make a run across the yard and hop over the fence.
Whistler walked in his cell and sighed. "Michael. Look. I am sorry."
Michael looked at him. "I don't forgive you. But I have to get you out, for my nephews sake." His eyes shifted back outside. "You see, I've figured out that every time at 3:12 a bright light that could blind you because it's caused by the suns reflection will shine that way. But it only lasts for 30 seconds." Michael looked at Whistler and paused for him to take it all in.
"Okay? So?" He was clearly confused.
"We have 30 seconds to go down the latter, and run to the fence." Michael reassured him.
"How on earth do you expect me to do all of that in 30 seconds!" Whistler yelled.
"Hope you're a fast runner." Michael walked out.
Sara was in a tight red long sleeved shirt that hugged her body perfectly. She was also in skinny jeans and a pair of flats. She wasn't use to this kind of style. But it was the only cloths that Sofia had that fit her good. The others were legit breath taking or to small.
Sara was sitting in front of a mirror, while Sofia was flat ironing her hair.
"I know we never met before. But when Linc told me that you had been beheaded, I felt badly about it. I never knew these people wanted my boyfriend so badly that they'd kill to get it. I just don't know why they did that and you're alive."
Sara sighed. Sofia finished the last bit of her hair and clipped her bang back.
"You're very pretty. I must say." Sofia smiled.
"Thank you." Sara smiled back. "And thanks for taking me in. How'd you know who I was?"
"Linc had this picture. Before he gave it to Michael. Plus the mention that you were the daughter of the Governor, I knew. You were in the magazine for winning humanitarian awards."
"Yes." Sara agreed. Her mind now set on Michael having a picture of her.
"Close your eyes please. I'm going to refreshen you." Sara did as told.
Sofia put on golden brown eye shadow on her eyelids. Than on the tip, she went over it with a black eye liner pencil.
"There. How's your back? I cleaned and put the bandages on right, right?"
Sara smiled and stood up, looking at herself in the mirror. "Yes. You did. My back is really sore. But that's just how it's going to be. We should meet with Linc now."
"Of course." Sofia nodded.
They got into the car and drove off to Linc's apartment.
Michael continued to look out the window as he heard Whistlers voice speak up.
"Michael look, I'm sorry for Sara's-" Michael was all of the sudden in his face. "If you ever mention her name again, we will be settling out of these walls." Michael threatened and stormed past him. He went out to the yard and took out his picture and just stared at it.
Memories flooded through him and her beautiful face in his mind..
-"I love you" ; "I love you to Sara"-
-"The first thing they tell you when you take the job is to never fall in love with an inmate"-
-"You needed help and I came to find you"-
- "Sara, I'm glad you came"-
He was snatched out of his thoughts by some of Lechero's men and a tall Spanish man came up to him.
"Scofield!" He snatched the picture. "Who's this? Your girlfriend?" He smirked. "You miss her?"
Michael scowled.
The man stepped closer. "Would you be mad if I stole this and masturbated to it?"
Michael glared harder.
"Ain't she the doctor? She was all over the news for letting these skums out." Another man said.
"Ahaha! So if I get in her pants will she let me out of prison?" The guy smirked.
Michael stood up. "She's not a toy." He went to grab the picture but the man moved his hand away. "What? Is this high school?"
"Sara. The one that's dead, right?" The man tore the picture in half, than shredded it to little pieces. "Cry." He threw it to the ground.
Michael wanted to. Seeing that's the only thing he had of her. He felt his heart drop as he watched the pieces fall to the floor. He felt angered to. But now wasn't the time to fight. Seeing it was so close to getting out of this prison.
Time was running out, and Michael had to do something.