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Thirty-Six
"Can't bribe me with money
Can't shower me with shame
Another killer from a broken home
Until you cover me with manic fame"
- Avenged Sevenfold "Natural Born Killer"
Eve paused in her shoveling to blow into her gloved hands, despite dressing in double layers, she could still feel the bite of the cold. It was just like any other day at PI it seemed, except now they were shoveling the ground and ready for it to be salted. Michael had caught her up to date with Lincoln. She knew it was him; the man that Lincoln said was their father. He had somehow leaked the information regardless if it was false or not that the body buried was not of Terrence Steadman. The plan of escaping was still in motion and Eve was actually quite excited for it.
"You know what they say about weather in the Midwest," she could hear C-Note telling Sucre a joke, "if you don't like it, wait an hour," he shrugged with a smirk.
Eve laughed hearing C-Note's kind of dry joke but it lightened her mood even more. Michael caught her eye, grinning at her to see her smiling and laughing after an event like the last couple of days.
"We're still going out through the infirmary, we're still going to do it from the guard's room," Michael said walking towards Eve, "just the in-between we're gonna have to change,"
C-Note approached Michael confused and frustrated, "Wait a minute. Why are you changing the plan, man? We're already through that room beneath the infirmary, that's all we gotta do is to get through that pipe and we're home free,"
Michael and Eve rolled her eyes, "There's a reason they replaced that pipe with a 12-inch, Darwin," Eve mocked, "People can't get through it,"
Michael nodded giving Eve a quick quirk of his lips, "The only way we're getting into that infirmary is from beneath, we're going to have to find another way,"
Eve smirked following Michael's gaze towards the other bricked building far away from the rest of the prison, "The Psych Ward,"
"It's the only building that shares a subsurface line with the infirmary," Michael explained.
"You telling me," T-Bag slowly drawled as he shoveled salt into his shovel, "to get to the infirmary we gotta go through the whack shack?"
Eve smirked at T-Bag leaning against her shovel, "Look at it this way T-Bag, you'll get to hang out with friends who are just like you,"
C-Note and Sucre burst out in laughter while Michael and Charles were more subtle in their amusement. T-Bag didn't find it funny; he narrowed his eyes at her in repressed anger.
"And there's a subsurface line that runs from the guards' room to the Psych Ward," Charles added giving Eve a quick smile.
Michael nodded his head slowly, "Sort of,"
"Woah, woah, what … what do you mean 'sort of'?"
"We can go into that hole in the guards' room about 40 yards up Route 66, there's a grate that'll get us halfway there,"
There was a silence until C-Note asked the question they all dreaded to hear the answer, "What about the rest of the way?"
Eve spread out the salt in her shovel, "We'll be doing it above ground," she answered casually.
C-Note chuckled, "Oh, so just a bunch of cons taking a stroll in the middle of the night for all the guards to see,"
Michael and Eve nodded.
Sucre shook his head and looked over to Michael, "You're right it is suicide,"
Charles followed behind Michael and checked around for any close guards, "This grate that you're talking about, it's hidden, right, partner?" he asked unsure and afraid. "The C.O's can't see it,"
Michael shrugged, "Not exactly,"
"Well where is it?" C-Note asked.
"You're standing on it," Michael said smiling towards Eve who rolled her eyes while shaking her head.
It seemed as though today the love birds were in high spirits, smiling and touching each other quickly and carefully out of prying eyes. Eve had noticed some weight lifted from Michael's shoulders but she could still see some lingering darkness in his eyes.
"Oh, Hell no!" C-Note exclaimed.
"Michael, I have to agree with C-Note, the towers there, over there and behind me are gonna see us," she pointed out to each tower.
C-Note nodded, "We'll be like ducks in a shooting range."
"Hurry up cons!" the guards called out,
"Your plan sucks, Snowflake," C-Note stated before walking away.
Eve looked over at Michael seriously, "You believe that we'll succeed?"
Michael nodded, "I've got a plan,"
Eve nodded staying silent as she continued to work, "…You're going to be risking it aren't you?" she asked almost afraid of his answer. Her eyes saddening at the look on his face, "Michael…"
"I'm the only one Eve," he answered, "I'll be ok,"
Eve nodded sadly, "I know," she looked away from him before smiling softly at him, "You're like a cat with nine lives,"
Michael grinned.
Watching as her inmates shuffle along into their cells, Eve turned her eyes to the empty cell on the top floor, watching as no one moved around the cell, she wondered if he was alive and fighting his way back to them, to the plan. Spotting Bellick just on the side, Eve walked over to him, her strides confident and determined.
"Hey Bellick, I wanna see the Warden,"
"Sorry Summers, but your request is gonna be denied," Bellick grunted with his eyes narrowing slightly at he looked down his nose at her.
"Why?" she asked confused and temper slightly rising. She could hear the last call for inmates to return to their cells but she refused to move.
"He's the Warden, Summers, he doesn't have time for little girls and their petty problems," Bellick smirked.
Eve narrowed her eyes at the taller and wider man, "'Little girl'?" she scoffed, "I just want to ask about John," she glared angrily.
Bellick chuckled, "Look Summers, I don't think you're getting this, but, John isn't on top priority anymore, if he dies than it's just one less roach to look after," Eve clenched her fists angrily by her sides. Her teeth grind together as she squared her shoulders back, "John's nothing, he would just be another lowlife thug if he wasn't hiding behind Falzone," Bellick smirked at Eve leaning forward, "but I could reconsider if you gave me something," he said with his eyes trailing down her body.
Eve sighed tiredly, her hand coming to rest against her forehead knowing that if she stayed here talking with Bellick any longer, her brain cells would surely commit suicide, it was just pointless now. Eve came to a conclusion, her mind making up her mind. She reeled back her right arm and threw a hook straight onto Bellick's ugly mug that he called a face, successfully breaking his already slightly crooked nose.
The sirens screamed around the cell block, the inmates all cheering and hollering as they watched small Eve Summers attack big bad head guard Bellick. Eve tackled Bellick onto the ground that would have made a rugby player proud, she continued to punch his face, the blood flecking her face as her fist coated with Bellick's blood.
Eve grunted and fought as the guards pulled her away from the bleeding Bellick. She groaned and gasped as their batons attacked her body relentlessly. She could feel her lip splitting open while her teeth cut the inside of her cheek. Her left eye twitched as she felt the familiar drip of blood falling from her eyebrow. She watched in satisfaction as another guard helped Bellick up from the ground, the grin on her lips could put any grown man down on their knees begging for mercy, it was just so wild, so animalistic and sadistic. She spit the blood that pooled in her mouth at the floor near Bellick's feet.
The inmates cheered even louder but she ignored that. Bellick marched over to her, face red as a tomato from anger and humiliation, he punched her in the gut watching as the muscle in her face twitched only making him angrier that she showed him no fear. "SHU for you Summers!" he shouted loudly over the wild cheers of the inmates.
Eve grinned showing her blood stained perfect teeth, "Worth it,"