Prison Break

Chapter 8

Cell Problems

Michael lay quietly in his cell, staring blankly at the bottom of the top bunk. All was quiet...for Sucre was gone.

"Pretty!!"

Michael looked to the front of the cell, and did nothing else.

"This is what happens in prison Riots...People get hurt...and I was one of them. Oh, you WILL pay."

Michael looked away and he rolled onto his side and he curled up into a ball, ignoring the sounds around him.

"Your going to pay pretty...pay BIG TIME!"

After a few moments, T-Bag fell quiet and the silence was broken seconds after as Bellick banged on the cell, which soon opened. "Scofield, Sucre requested a cell transfer. Here's your new friend."

Michael looked over quietly and Haywire slowly came into the cell, which soon closed and Bellick laughed. "Enjoy!" He soon left the two alone and Michael turned away in silence.

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Early in the morning, T-Bag walked quietly up the stairs, his eyes glued to Michael's cell. Making it, he stood there and stared at his sleeping body and John quietly stepped up. "Keep on dreaming pretty...."

"Theodore!! Having some fishing problems I take it?"

T-Bag chuckled and he leaned his head to the side, keeping his gaze on Michael. "I want to gut him...like any other fish."

John chuckled and he wrapped his arm around T-Bag's shoulders, and he held him close going to the bars of the balcony and without a word he threw T-Bag over.

"A bit harsh...but I trust you."

John quickly turned and he blinked seeing Michael standing there, smirking.

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Lincoln slammed himself against the fence hard, gripping it tightly, seeming to want to rip it apart as Michael leaned against it on the other side. "How is your walking?"

"It could be better..."

"Who did it Michael?"

Michael shook his head looking away and Lincoln glared at him softly.

"Hey!"

Suddenly Haywire stepped up and he leaned close, gripping Michael's shoulder. "I saw it..." He ran his hand down Michael's arm, gazing over it in wonder. "The tattoo...it's a maze."

Michael looked to him, then he jerked away, looking to the side. "It's just a tattoo, nothing else." As he began to walk away, Haywire grabbed him and quickly turned him around.

"Let me see it!!"

Michael quickly jerked away and he shoved Haywire glaring. "Stay off me!!"

Lincoln gripped the fence tightly as he watched the two, worried. "Cool it Michael, just let it go."

Michael turned and walked away.

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As everyone returned inside, Sucre stepped quietly up to Cell 40. "Fish...you there?"

Michael looked over from his spot by the toilet and he barely waved.

"How are things?"

Michael shook his head, then he leaned it back sighing as he looked to the ceiling. "Not good...we're off schedule, and, I don't know if we can do this anymore."

Sucre sighed and he looked down. "Sorry about this Papi, this is all Bellick's fault. I'm trying to get moved back in though...of course every time I mention it Bellick burst in to stop it."

Michael nodded softly and he rest his head in his hands. "There may have to be another way..."

Sucre chuckled and looked up. "You're talking crazy bro..."

"P.I...there's a building that leads to where the devil lies."

Suddenly Tweener ran up and he slipped in between Sucre and the cell bars. "I'm in, what do you need?"

"An egg beater...also, I need you to get rid of a certain someone. My cell mate..."

Tweener quickly nodded then took off without a word and Sucre looked to Michael, grabbing the bars. "Sink was right man, your to good to be in a place like this."

Michael narrowed his eyes looking over and Sucre walked off, and Haywire soon walked into the cell. "May I?"

"It's just a tattoo..." Michael stood and he walked to his bed and he lay down but before he could get comfy, Haywire grabbed him and faced him. "It's a path, I must see it...please!!!"

Michael quickly jerked away glaring. "Back off!!" He then laid down as Haywire backed off and he sighed, looking to his watch.

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Lincoln sat quietly in his cell, starring up at the ceiling in worry, fiddling his chains. Quietly he closed his eyes and rest his head in his hands.

Quickly he threw open the door and he gasped once more seeing a puddle of blood under Michael's feet and he quickly ran over. "What the hell happened!? Who the fuck did this!?"

Michael looked up to him, pale in the face, then he shook his head looking down as he began to shake badly due to blood loss. "I...I can't..."

Lincoln looked over him in worry and anger. Quickly he stood and began to untie Michael's rope burned wrist. "I'll never get you to the infirmary in this mess!"

Michael shook his head and as the rope dropped from his wrist, he leaned forward and gripped his foot tightly and badly holding it back, a small whimper was heard. "I'll be fine..."

"Don't be an idiot! Michael..."

Michael shook his head once more and he sat up and leaned back, taking short breaths trying to ignore the pain and Lincoln quickly stepped in front of him. "Look at me Michael!" Michael did so and see the dullness in his eyes, Lincolns anger faded away and without thinking he pulled Michael close and he hugged him tightly. "Why the hell are you here?"

Lincoln shook his head and he let his hands slowly fall from his face and he looked. "Please...don't make this worse on him." He then took a deep breath and he laid down.

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In the middle of the night, Haywire quietly dropped down from his bed and he nealed over Michael and he placed his hand on his arm, slowly pushing up the sleeve. "It's the pathway...TO HELL." Just as he pushed the sleeve all the way up, Michael suddenly jumped up and he kicked Haywire away as he backed into the wall. "I saw it...I need more!"

"Don't touch me!"

Haywire watched, then he stood and paced the cell. "It's hell..." He stepped to the front of the cell. "Help me!! He's leading me to hell!!!" As he continued screaming, Bellick stepped up and smirked towards Michael.

"Having fun Scofield?"

Michael glared over, pulling his knees to his chest and he sat there in silence, as Haywire continued to scream.