Quick Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me...they belong to the writers of Prison Break and what not. I'm only borrowing them (Cause seriously, I don't think my story would be good enough to be the show, then again, I'd love to see it like that.)
Anyway....ENJOY
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Prison Break
Chapter 3
Fox River
People lay face down on the ground, Michael having the gun aimed. "Please..."
Without looking away, Michael aimed his gun to the side and he fired it off, shattering a window. "That was just a warning shot, Nobody move, and if you do, I'll kill you on the spot..." Nobody moved, and Michael returned the aim back at the clerk. "Open it up and get the money..."
The clerk nodded and she quickly started taking all the money from the register and she put it into a bag, then she handed it over. "That's all of it..."
"The safe."
"All that money there is enough to get you away."
Before Michael could move, sirens where heard and outside cops began surrounding the area and as soon as they parked they climbed out of there cars and aimed.
"Drop your weapons and put your hands up!"
Michael raised both his guns and he slowly turned to face the cops and he dropped both guns to the ground, and the cops busted in and took him away.
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"To make this easy Mr. Scofield, due to your continues plea of guilty the whole time, you will be sentenced five years in Fox River Penitentiary...Case Dismissed!" As the mallet hit wood, Michael smirked softly and two cops stood him up and as they walked him to the door, LJ quickly stood from the front pew and he watched in sadness as his uncle was dragged off. Veronica watched the two, then she followed.
"Excuse me, officer...May I have 5 minutes?"
The officer nodded and left and Veronica stepped up to Michael. "You have no reason for any of this! What's going on?"
Michael sighed softly looking to Veronica. "Don't ask...let me deal with this." With that, The officer returned and he took Michael away.
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Lincoln sighed softly, leaning against the wall outside his solitary room. He tapped his head softly on the wall, but stopped as the front gates opened. "Boss?"
Outside the gate, an officer turned and looked to him. "What?"
"What happened?"
The officer chuckled and looked as a police van drove into the prison. "Kid robbed a bank, five years for register money."
Lincoln nodded, then he returned to his original position.
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After time passed, Michael stopped at the entrance of the cells and Captain Brad Bellick stepped up.
"Well well, looks like we've got ourself rich folk." He chuckled softly, as he circled Michael. Getting in front of him he shoved a uniform into his hands. "New clothes, don't like, tough!" Michael smirked as Bellick returned to circling him. "Names officer Brad Bellick. That's Mr. Bellick to you...but I suggest you get use to Boss, cause thats what everyone calls me!" As he said that, he smirked stopping in front of Michael again, then he motioned him forward. "Follow me, and I'll lead you to your new home."
As soon as the two entered Cell Block A, all the prisoners went into an uproar of screaming, clanging and whistling. Michael looked over all of them quietly, his gaze falling over a few certain prisoners.
"Yo Sucre!"
Fernando Sucre quickly jolted awake, and sitting up he looked over rubbing his eyes. "Yo.."
"Open 40!!" Suddenly a loud buzz filled the room and the cell opened and Bellick shoved Michael inside. "Say hello to your roomie..." As the cell closed, Bellick waved smirking. "Enjoy." He then walked off and Sucre looked to Michael.
"Well...what you in for?"
"Robbed a bank."
Sucre blinked raising a brow. "You don't seem the type..."
Michael shrugged then he changed into his prison uniform.
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As the preacher spoke out to the prisoners in the chapel, Lincoln sat leaned over in one of the pews, his hands covering his face as he fidgeted his leg.
"Haven't seen him close enough to know...but boss says he's clean cut..City slicker!"
Lincoln looked over some, hearing the talking and he spotted Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell and his gang.
"He arrived earlier today, might as well show him the ropes huh?"
Lincoln watched the two, then he shook his head and covered his face once again.
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Michael walked slowly through the yard, he slowly gazed around, examining the different prisoners, then he stopped. Gazing at near by bleachers.
"Fish...hey fish!"
Hearing the screaming Michael turned and Sucre ran up to him, and he laughed softly.
"Hey, you looked...sup?"
Michael shrugged and he began looking and walking around again. "Nothing...just getting use to having to do this everyday now. Tell me, do you know anyone by the name of Lincoln Burrows?"
Sucre blinked raising a brow. "Lincoln Burrows? I know a Linc the Sink but..."
"Where is he at now?"
Sucre walked to the fence and he pointed over to the solitary prison. "There...he's not allowed out with us though. They say he doesn't play well with others. Rumor has it he killed the Vice's brother."
Michael watched Lincoln quietly as he listened, then he nodded over. "Anyway I can get to him?"
Sucre raised a brow, then he turned and pointed to John Abruzzi. "P.I. That's about the only time they let the sink out."
Michael nodded then he walked off.
As the prisoners returned to there cells, Michael quietly made his way up to his floor. Suddenly he was grabbed from behind and slammed into a cell by T-Bag. "Evenin Pretty! How ya holden up in Fox River?" Michael looked over T-Bag quietly. "Aw, shy type huh?" T-Bag laughed and he leaned in close to Michael, putting them inches apart and an officer stepped up.
"Back to your cells!!!"
T-Bag tapped Michael softly on the face. "See ya around pretty..." He then walked off and Michael quietly returned to his cell.
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Later.
Michael lay quietly in his bed, listening to the murmurs and noises of the prisoners. Above him Sucre stared up at the ceiling then he rolled onto his side. "What's your deal with Sink? I mean...he's a killer. Why'd a guy like you want anything to do with a guy like him?"
Ignoring the question, Michael rolled onto his stomach and he slowly looked outside his cell. Examining the other cells. "Which cell is John's?"
Sucre blinked then he rolled onto his stomach and looked out as well. "Not sure, but if you look you can see him." As Michael looked out, his gaze landed on T-Bag and the two made eye contact.
"Hey there pretty!!"
Michael looked away and Sucre climbed off the bed and he stepped up to the front of the cell looking out. "Words of advice friend, Abruzzi isn't a man to be taken lightly. So when you talk to him, be careful with what you say and think."
Michael smirked looking up to him. "What, you won't come to back me up?"
"Hells no man, I'm already in enough trouble...I've got sixteen months left Papi. I'm not ruining that now."
Michael smirked watching him, then he looked over the prisoners again.
