Disclaimer - I own nothing from Prison Break. Nothing at all, so don't sue.
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Didn't he understand? Didn't he know he would never win? Couldn't he understand that the game of cat and mouse doesn't work when the mouse wins? He will always be followed no matter where he hides - where he scurries off too - where he breathes.
He thought he was the cat. Thought he had his claws out. Ready to attack at the shivering mouse in the corner. But what he didn't know was that there was another cat. A larger cat, lurking in the corner. And it was too late before he had a chance to see it.
He was scratched.
That's when it all fell apart. His authority was slipping. And who he thought he trusted began to doubt his judgment. And the only thing he thought about was what he had to do. Nobody seemed to notice he wasn't eating. He was hardly sleeping…
And now here he was, feeling sorry for himself. He had made his superiority known and then he had lost. The end of the tunnel looks slightly dimmer.
So, what happens when the cat loses to another cat and the mouse gets away?
It's not a game anymore, that's for sure.
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Author's Note - This little piece can be about any of the characters, really. I'm not limiting this to anyone. I left it vague for your enjoyment. I mean, I know who I wrote it about…