Okay I am going to apologize in advance because I am probably going to godd slighly A/U on this fic. Hope you are enjoying
~Millie
Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break.
I sit in the very corner of my bunk curled up in a little ball feeling exposed, scared and needing out, but that's not an option when your spending the rest of your life in prison. T-Bags snores fill my ears and I cry. My hot tears leave trails behind then as they slid down and onto my shirt. I reach into my shirt pocket and pull out the paper crane Scofield had given me. I study the bird and find writing under it's wing:
You are not supposed to be here.
I think I can do something to help you stay safe in you time being. I just have to know if I can trust you.
I am not going to hurt you.
You need help in here and I am willing to give it.
- Scofield.
I put the crane back in my pocket and rock back and forth on my bed. Not wanting to sleep, not wanting to live, but if this Scofield character is willing to help me I might just have to take it. Morning soon arrives and we are herded out into the yard. I walk out alone and scout out Scofield and his buddy. I spot then and approach them as quickly as possible. When I reach them I place the crane on the table. "I've changed my mind," Scofield just stares at me waiting me to continue to speak. "I am Mona Clark and I am not supposed to be here. I am willing to take your help. I need it. I need the protection. I can't spend another night in that cell. You can trust me," I ramble.
"I don't know that yet. But I will if you do something for me," He says. "Two days before you came here, T-Bag took something from me. An Allen bolt. In order for me to trust you I need you to get it for me,"
He finishes as I lean against the chain link fence.
"And then you will help me?" I ask helplessly.
"Then I will help you," He says and it's time to go back inside. I walk to my cell as all the inmates have fifteen minutes off free walk time. T-Bag walks off to an upper level cell and I rummage around my cell. I lift up the mattresses… nothing. Under his pillow… nothing. Under the table…jackpot. I grab the blot, shove it in my pocket and walk up casually to Scofields cell. I stand in the cell door way holding out the bolt. He goes to reach for it but a hand reaches around me and grabs it from my hand.
"There you go taking things that don't belong to you," T-Bags voice fills my ear.
"I want in," Michael says quickly.
"You want in the fight?" T-bag asks coolly. "Well then your going to need something to start you off with," He slides a shank made out of a toothbrush into Scofields pocket. "Tonight count," T-Bag finishes then leaves.
"I'm sorry Scofield, I did my best. I'm just going to die now," I sob then walk down to my cell. I lie in my bed wishing that I would suffocate in my pillow.
"Heads up cons. Stand at your gate," A CO calls and everyone slowly emerges from their cell. I glance around at every inmate most of them looking ready to fight. A black inmate step over the line and others begin to 'woot' and holler. "C-Note! Get back on number," Suddenly the fight breaks out. I am pushed forward my T-bag to the middle of cell block. I watch as Scofield is thrown over the railing above and landing hard on the ground. I rush over to him and kneel down by his side. "Scofield, you okay?"
"Mona, call me Michael," He says as I help him up. I look around cell block and the prisoners are really going at it. One of T-Bags 'family' members run at Michael and I with the bolt in his hand. The man practically jumps on me knocking me to the ground. He goes to stab in but I grab his hands. This must have how Heather felt I think to my self as I struggle. Michael picks up the man from on top of me and they begin to go at it. Almost like a boxing match. The man looks like he is going to strike and I see a shank on the floor. I lunge for it then get up from the ground. I interrupt the fight with multiple stabs to the mans chest. He begins to bleed and drops the bolt to the floor. I pick it up and shove it in Michaels pocket. "I got your back, you got mine?"
I go to retreat back to my cell but am stopped by a larger inmate - another one of T-Bags 'family' members. He pull out a shank and I know I wont be able to fight this fat ass off. He runs at me and I fall back to the floor. I use my hands to move backwards at fast as possible but he grabs my feet and pulls me back. He sits on me almost crushing my rib car and goes to stab me. I think he was aiming for my heart but he stabs my left shoulder. I let out screams of pain and shut my eyes tight hoping to eliminate the pain. I open my eyes when the weight on my chest is removed. I see a the black inmate - C-Note - that stepped over the line taking on the man. Why would he be helping me of all people? Unless… he's on Michaels good side. Smoke cans are suddenly dropped into cell block. Coughing and not being able to see I crawl on my right hand and knees like a wounded animal hoping to get back to my cell. I bump my head on something and look up to see the warden - Henry Pope. "Take Ms. Clark to the Infirmary to see Doctor Tancredi"