We were in P.I when Bellick started being racist towards Sucre.
"Hey, what do you think this is a siesta" He then pointed to his picture which was burnt on the wall. Above it read "Fox River C.O of the month"
"You see that? Any idea how it got there?" Sucre looked at me, and I shrugged.
"Work ethic. Those two words mean anything in your country? Your on P.I so quit slow-walking me. I'm not gonna warn you again" He looked at Abruzzi, who was staring at him.
"What are you looking at?" Abruzzi kept quiet and Bellick walked away. Once we heard T-Bag hit the door we got back to digging. I had been given a sledgehammer, once we had realised that I could actually use it without dropping it.
I saw concrete fragments all over the floor, Sucre looked to where I was looking.
"The bulls find this stuff they'll know we're digging" He said.
"That's why we've got to get rid of it. One piece at a time" Michael said.
"Attention in the yard. All prisoners remain forty feet away from Gate A" I heard over the loudspeaker.
I dropped some of the fragments onto the floor from where I was standing leaning against the fence near T-Bag, we had formed a truce, it was barely there but it was a truce.
"New prisoners arriving in five minutes. Repeat, attention in the yard. All prisoners remain forty feet away from Gate A . New prisoners arriving in five minutes"
I turned and watch the bus carrying the new prisoners in it approach the prison gate.
I walked over to wear Michael was standing and T-Bag followed, he leaned on the fence and whispered "Freshmen"
The new prisoners walked off the bus in a single file line, I heard T-Bag make a noise of satisfaction, and I looked over to see a small boy no older then 18 cuffed behind another boy that looked like he was about to shit himself.
I was walking back to the cell block with Sucre and Michael.
"Looks like I got to find something else to call you now" Sucre said to Michael.
"Whys that?" He asked.
"Cause you ain't a fish no more. You ain't the newest con in the tank..." Sucre stopped talking and I looked to see what had happened.
T-Bag's cell mate was standing on the first floor with a noose made from bedsheets tied around his neck. I watched completely horrified as he jumped off the ledge.
Guards rushed in to try and untie him, but it was too late. He was dead.
It was yard time, and I saw one of the new fish try to talk to C-Note, who I recently learnt the name off. I walked over quickly trying to stop him making a fool of himself.
"I said, roll" C-Note said, and then some of his friends came over.
"Brother, I'm just launching"
"Yeah? Well launch somewhere else white boy"
"Hey man, I got him" I said, as I put a hand on the boy's shoulder.
They nodded and walked away.
"What's your name?" I asked him.
"David Apolskis" He said.
"Okay, well here's what you gotta know about this place. Its very racially separate, if you know what I'm saying. You stick to what you know, you got it?" I told him. (AN: I'm not racist!)
"Yeah I got it bro" He said. I stared at his shoulder, he had rolled up his sleeve to show off his tattoo.
"You might want to roll down your sleeve, you look like your trying too hard. Just go with it" He hesitated, before doing as I said.
"Okay, now keep your head down, and pray you make it till the end of your bid" I don't know why I was helping him, I think my maternal instincts were coming out, he was so young.
I patted his shoulder and walked away when I heard the C.O's calling for P.I.
"See you later, man. I gotta go"
In the break room Lincoln was full on taking his anger out of the floor.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey. Slow down. Slow down!" Abruzzi said, trying to block Lincoln's hammer with his own. Lincoln ignored him and carried on, making a lot of noise.
"Man, your brother's gonna give us away"
Sucre came running in "Bulls coming"
"Let's move" Abruzzi said.
I quickly went over to the table waiting for them to cover the hole with the carpet.
"Hurry up guys. Move it" Sucre said, and I hurriedly moved the table with Lincoln's help over the hole. Just in time, for C.O Pattinson to come in.
"Alright, everybody out" He said.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"I said everybody out. Now" I moved towards the door, sneaking a look at Michael's face, I knew he was thinking the same thing as me. Had he found out about the hole?
"Move it"
"Where are we going?" Michael asked.
"Around there. Round the corner. And don't move a damn muscle until I come and get you. Go!" Pattinson said, then he walked back into the storage room.
"What the hell is going on?" Sucre asked.
"I don't know" I said. "You don't think he knows about the... but surely there would have been more guards with him"
"You gotta give us more of a warning next time" Michael told Sucre.
"I'm sorry. He just showed up"
I watched the door when Pattinson came out.
"There he is" I said, and then smirked when he was followed out by the Warden's secretary.
"The sneaky son of a bitch" Lincoln said.
"You think he found the hole?" Sucre asked.
"There's only one way to find out" And with that I lead the other's back into the break room.
Michael bent down next to the table leg.
"Another inch and he'd have found it. We need to find something to cover this hole. ASAP"
In the yard, I was standing with David by the fence.
"How you holding up?" I asked him.
"I'm good" He tried to smile, but failed.
"What's up?" He sighed but didn't reply, and I didn't push him. He would tell me when he's ready.
We were walking into cell block when he started trying to talk to a black inmate. I almost slapped my head in frustration, didn't I tell him what not to do.
"What's the word, brother, man. Y'all cooking brownies or what?" He said.
"Act your race milk chicken" The inmate said.
"Come on we're leaving" I said to David.
"No, man. What's your deal, yo. You got tough buckets or something?" I put myself in the middle of the two.
"Look, don't listen to him. He's new, doesn't know what he's doing" The inmate looked at me, then nodded his agreement. Then started to walk away. When I turned around I glared at David.
"I told you, stick to your own. Your lucky he was understanding but not everyone in here is like that" I hissed at him, while walking up to my cell. I stopped when I got to the top of the stairs, to see T-Bag talking to David.
This boy was going to get me killed, trying to look out for him. T-Bag saw me looking and winked.
Out in the yard again, I decided to sit on the bleachers, figuring T-Bag wouldn't bother me. He may not have been bothering me but he was bothering David, who he had seemed to have taken a liking to.
David was sitting on the other bleachers, seemingly upset, when T-Bag sat down next to him. I sighed and shook my head, trying to think of a way to help him out.
I got up and walked over to them the same time David jumped up, shouting and being a general idiot.
"Yeah, I do. And you come near me again, I'm gonna kill you!" I did slap my forehead this time. Why was he such an idiot.
"Well then your just gonna have to, little man" T-Bag said, laughing.
I was standing at the bottom of the stairs with Michael.
"We have to do something about T-Bag" I told him.
"What do you mean" I didn't have to say anything because the object of our discussion just came into the cell block.
"You gotta sleep with one eye open girlie" He said to Tweener, which had been dubbed his new name.
"Bring it on, bitch" Tweener replied. Does he have a death wish or something?
"Oh, I'm gonna. I'm gonna bring it on in spades"
"Hey, man. Maybe you should leave him alone" I said. T-Bag advanced on me.
"And maybe you are in no position to be telling me my business. Hm? That's what I thought" I was incredibly annoyed, I put a lot of work into that kid, and T-Bag's gonna mess the whole thing up.
Later that night, I heard T-Bag singing to Tweener.
"Oh, Tweener … I'm coming. Oh, Tweener … Oh Tweener, I'm a-coming for you"
I looked down at the cell next to T-Bag's to see Tweener crying, that alone nearly broke my heart.
"I'm coming, I'm coming" I made my decision to do something about it.
"Is you ready? Are you ready? However you are, see, I'm here... I'm coming for you"
I feel asleep listening to T-Bag's voice and Tweener's muffled sobs.
The next day, in the yard Tweener was being hassled by T-Bag.
"Hey, leave him alone" I told them.
"As I've said before Red, you ain't in any position to be questioning what I do" I huffed angrily, and shot an apologetic look at Tweener before I left to go talk to Michael.
Before I got there I heard Sarah calling me over.
"Yeah Doc?" I asked.
"I just wanted you to know, that if you need anyone to talk to, I'm available. It's part of my job to council inmates and help them through their problems. I hope you don't mind but I sort of backed into some information about you. The man you killed, he had something to do with the deaths of your parents?"
"I'd rather not talk about it" I told her, feeling my throat close up.
"I understand, I just wanted you to know. That I'm here" She smiled at me, and then left.
On the way to the break room, I was still wondering how Doc found out about the man I had killed. Doc was really nosy wasn't she?
Once we were inside the break room, Michael hit T-Bag's shin with a sledgehammer, T-Bag fell to the floor in pain.
Usually I would have felt bad, but I felt nothing but disgust for the man currently swearing on the floor.
"This ends now" Michael said. T-Bag looked up at him from where he was still kneeling.
"Oh, you just screwed some major league pooch, Pretty. I'm gonna sing like a whole tree full of birds now. Badge!"
"You wanna sing, then sing. But you know what I think? You don't have the guts. You want out of here as much as the rest of us" I smirked, knowing that T-Bag was finally getting a taste of his own medicine.
The door opened and a guard walked in.
"We got a problem here?" He asked
I looked at T-Bag, to see he was battling with his answer. After a slight pause he said.
"No. I, uh … thought we were missing some tools here. My bad" I almost smirked but the guard would have found that suspicious.
"Get back to work" He said, before he left.
"Now. You and I may be stuck together in this little dance, but I call the shots. First shot, that kid out there? You don't touch him. Ever. Do we understand each other?" I smiled to myself, happy that Tweener was now safe.
"We do" T-Bag replied. Bellick then came in.
I was so confused.
"Out of the way, Julio. Abruzzi!" Bellick said. He walked forward to stand directly on the hole, and I saw the carpet sink a little bit. I was shocked that he didn't fall down the hole.
"You and me, we're gonna have a conversation" He then walks over the hole and Abruzzi followed.
"How come he didn't fall through?" Lincoln asked. I moved the carpet away from the hole, Michael crouched down next to me. I was surprised to see Bellick's face staring back up at me, as the poster with his face on was covering the hole. I looked up at Michael who just shrugged, so I looked at Sucre who winked at me. I smirked back, and shook my head.
In the yard I was sitting with Tweener on the bleachers. T-Bag was limping past, when he stopped right in front of us.
Tweener being the idiot that he was decided to call him out on it. "You trippin' on something, Alice?" I leant back and sighed, knowing that T-Bag couldn't do anything, and I figured it would be good for Tweener to get his confidence back up.
T-Bag looked up, looking dangerous but then he saw me, and left. He eyed Michael angrily, while I just smirked.
As he was walking away Tweener stood up and proudly said "Yeah, that's what I thought. Lamp it up in here again, and I'll be fitting to break some shop" I just shook my head, glad to see the Tweener I knew was back.
I ruffled his hair and smiled at him, before I looked over and saw some prisoners in P.I gear, prisoners that were on the way to the break room.
I walked away quickly telling Tweener I would speak to him later.
"Not any more you don't" Bellick said as I got there at the same time as Sucre and Michael.
I watched them enter the break room, chewed on my lip while wondering if any of them would find out about the hole.
