Just to inform yall. the itallics is both a flash back and diolaog :)
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The freshly fallen snow crunches beneath my big work boots ask I walk across the yard to meet up with Michael, who is giving me 'counselling'. We sit down as a concrete table and Michael starts. "I think your brain thinks it's alright to kill when you are protecting a friend or your self. I might be able to help your brain make the transition over to a normal human beings thoughts of protection,"
"So I'm not normal?" I ask slightly offended.
"Ah. Not really. Murderers tend not to be normal Babe," He smiles.
"But you can make me normal?" I ask curiously.
"I'm going to try. But first I need to know about you childhood," Michael says ready to take in my words.
"Um… I'll start when I was seven… I was lying in my bed not able to sleep when suddenly there were blood curdling screams. I walk over to my bedroom door and open it slightly. My eyes widened in horror. There lying on the floor - covered in blood was - was… I'm sorry I can't finish,"
"You don't have to. That's probably what triggered your need to go the your length of protection. When did you start showing abusive behaviour for protection?"
"It was my first year of high school… My friend Heather was being beaten on by her boyfriend. I was watching from a distance and couldn't take it. My pencil held tightly in my hand I stormed over to them. I turned him to face me and I stabbed him in the arm with the pencil,"
"Well that's ah… interesting," Michael hesitates as he thinks to him self. "Just face it! I'm going to be messed up for the rest of my life!" I cry as I cross my arms on the table and smash my face into them. I feel Michaels hands grip my forearms comfortingly. I look up at him my eyes somewhat watery. "Your not messed up - your just not normal. For now we need to think of something to calm you down. Me, I fold paper cranes. What are you good at?"
"Killing people," I snicker with a slight smile.
"Other then that," Michael laughs.
"I've always liked to sketch and stuff," I say shyly. "How is sketching going to stop me from killing people?" I asked getting confused.
"Some thing that can distract you and be an outlet for extra energy and anger," Michael explains.
I nod to show that I understand. "I wish I could get my hands on a sketch book and pencil - I promise I wont stab any one with it,"
"I think I can get my hands on one for you," Michael smiles.
"You would do that? Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"Yeah. I'll get it to yeah by tonight," Michael smiles as I notice CO Bellick approaching to take me up to the infirmary.
"I have to go to the infirmary," Michael and I say simultaneously. "What? You too?"
"I have to get the stab wound in my shoulder checked out," I explain.
"I have to get my foot re-bandaged and my shot," Michael says as we start to approach the fence.
"What happened to your foot?"
"Abruzzi cut off my baby toe," Michael says coolly.
"Your toe! Is he going to hurt me?" I ask now scared to be Abruzzis' cellmate.
"You'll be fine. Abruzzi wont hurt you," Michael assures me as we reach the fence. We are escorted down to the infirmary and are separated into different examination rooms. I take a seat on the examination table and Dr. Tancredi walks in. "How's the shoulder been treating you?"
"It doesn't hurt that bad. I would like to thanks for the cell transfer once again," I look around the room to see a tall plastic rectangle - a shower. "Can I use that!" I ask while pointing at it. "I haven't had a shower in days,"
She nods and I rush over to it. I step inside and close the curtain behind me before striping down. I drop my cloths outside the shower before turning on the hot water. The steaming water rains down upon me and I begin to feel refreshed - clean. The water quickly runs cold, the hot water has run out. I dry my cells off with a scratchy towel and get dressed in my prisoner uniform. I step out of the shower as I tie my hair back in a neat bun. "Thanks Doc,"
She gives off a smile and I am escorted down to cell block. I arrive at my cell and I sprawl out on my bottom bunk. I slide my hand under my pillow and hit something. I lift up my head then my pillow to see a sketch book and pencil. I open it to the first page and run my hand over the smooth page.
"Something going on between you and the fish, princess?" Abruzzi asks.
"Um. No - I don't think so. Why?" I ask as I begin to draw.
"Just wondering," He huffs as he hangs his feet over the edge of his top bunk then hops down. "Yard time again," I close up the sketchbook and carry it out into the yard with me where Abruzzi and I meet up with Michael, and Sucre. I flip open my sketch book again as Michael begins to speak. "Think of this place like it's a map of the US. Our cell over there, that's New York City. The infirmary, our exit, that's California. The pipes beneath our feet that connect the two - Route sixty-six. Our ticket out of here,"
"I assume we're doing this at night. We're locked up, Michael. And your brother is in solitary," I hum not looking away from my page. "How we just gonna fly out of our cages and right into your cell, right into New York City?"
"You're not. You're gonna meet me halfway, in St. Louis. Route sixty-six runs directly beneath that building. It's the only building sitting on top of those tunnels. All we gotta do is get in there, on PI, and dig ourselves an on-ramp. Shortly after, we hit the infirmary. Then we'll be outside those walls," Michael explains as I glance up to see where he is pointing - what looks like an old storage shed. "It's an old storage room. I figure John here can pull all the strings he needs,"
"It's not that easy, Fish. That's a restricted area. I gotta be able to justify it to the bulls, you know, there's gotta be some actual work to be done in there for me to get in there, you follow?" Abruzzi asks.
"Then you'd better figure it out. 'Cause if we don't get in that room, we're not getting out of here," Michael says as T-Bag walks up. "I'm feeling kind of left out. New York, California, St. Louis. What are we discussing?"
"We're talking baseball, actually," Michael lies.
"Huh. Well that's a subject I just happen to know quite a bit about," T-Bag grins.
"What a shame. The conversation's over," I sigh trying to seem disappointed.
"Really, now. That any way to treat a team-mate?" T-Bag asks as the four of us get up and walk away.
"I'm coming along on this endeavour whether you like it or not. 'Cause I got a hell of a singing voice otherwise,"
"I won't take that piece of crap along. I won't do it," I whisper to Michael as we head to the other side of the yard - closer to 'St. Louis'.
"We won't have to. He'll be out of the picture soon enough. Now how to get into that room," Michael says as he leans on the fence.
"Fire," I say calmly.
"First a murderer and now a pyromaniac," Michael laughs.
"Good thinking Princess. We burn the place down," Abruzzi smiles. "A few years ago, the chapel burnt down and the DOC realised they had some toxic issues. You know, asbestos, lead paint, you name it. They couldn't find a contractor so they put the inmates on the job. We spent like five, six hours in there at a time. But the good news is, no guards came around almost at all,"
"Can you get us in there?" Michael asks and Abruzzi nods. I go to speak but don't when T-Bag walks up to us.
"I've been doing a little thinking. I'm gonna need a PI card, aren't I? I mean, that's where this whole thing is happening, isn't it?" He says.
"It's on its way," Abruzzi says calmly.
"You're slow-walking me, aren't you?" T-Bag laughs.
"Why would I do such a thing?" Abruzzi asks.
"You think Bellick's gonna pop me for shanking that C.O., Bob. Maybe you'll take a little walk and tell him for yourself, right? And I'll be out of your hair for good. Well, I got news for you. If I go down for killing Bob, believe me I'm gonna take a little walk of my own. Tell 'em about that hole you got behind your toilet. So. How 'bout that PI card?" T-Bag says gleefully the trots away.
"We're screwed," I sigh. "What's PI?"
"Prison Industries. Prisoners do work around the Prison for nineteen cents an hour - Abruzzi here runs it. We're going to need to hook you up with a card," Michael says as he looks over at Abruzzi.
"Consider it done Princess," Abruzzi smiles then walks off. Michael and Sucre fallow I sit down at a concrete table and continue to draw. A shadow blocks my light so I automatically look up. An old man has taken a seat across from me. "Um hi, I'm Mona,"
"Westmoreland. Wanna play cards?" He asks and I nod - he seems harmless. In the middle of our game Michael walks up beside the table with a cat. "I don't believe it. Thank you," Westmoreland says almost breathless. "Where'd you find her?"
"In the yard, by the chapel," Michael smiles.
"Why do I get the feeling there's a string attached to this?" Westmorland asks suspiciously.
"Not a string. Just a favour. All I want you to do is take a certain coffee pot into the guard room at a certain time, and turn the burner on," Michael says coolly.
"Why?" Westmoreland asks confused.
"Let's just say it'd be in everyone's best interests if a fire were to start in there," I hum.
"Marilyn, did you think he-they were the arsonist type?" The old man asks his cat. Michael and I laugh slightly.
"I'm not. I'm the cleanup crew type. The type that gets access to all kinds of tools," Michael says.
"Michael, I'm grateful for this. I really am. But I've made it a point to keep my nose clean ever since I walked into this place. 32 years without a blemish. If that parole board date ever comes, I want to be ready. I can't jeopardise that," Westmoreland says as Michael slips me a PI card. I get up and fallow Michael to the PI locker-room. I change into a PI jump suit and fallow Michael outside. I begin to cut PVC pipe when I notice smoke coming from 'St. Louis'.
"Michael," He looks up from what he is doing and we run up to the fence. My fingers gripped around the links as a fire truck goes by. I watch as the firefighters run into the building and soon come out with the fire extinguished. CO Patterson walks out from the side and rounds up Sucre, Lincoln, Michael, Abruzzi and I to go work on 'St. Louis'.
We walk pas the yard towards 'St. Louis' When I see t-Bag run up to the fence out of the corner of my eye. "Hey, hold up here a minute. Hold up here. Seems to be a bit of confusion. I'm supposed to be on this detail,"
"I don't think so," Abruzzi mumbles to CO Patterson.
"Oh, John. You can't be serious. Not after our long, illustrious history we shared together. All those nights in New York City," T-Bag rants as Michael and I glance as him. "In California. In St. Louis. They were good times, weren't they, John? Tell the badge here about 'em. 'Cause if you don't want to, I certainly could,"
I look at Michael panicked who looks at Abruzzi. We are escorted into what I know realise is - was a CO break room and T-Bag is brought in by Bellick soon after. "I want this place gutted. The dry wall's gotta be torn out. The studs gotta be removed," Bellick growls. "This room's your only priority now. It better be brand spanking new when you're done. If anybody's thinking about getting cute, trying to trunk one of these tools out here, Brady's got the outline of every single piece of hardware in here. And at the end of every day, every single piece better match up or you're all going to the hole," Bellick finishes then leaves.
"Let's go," Michael says after a few moments of silence. I help him move a table and pull back the carpet revealing a small drain. "This goes down four feet. Connects to the main line below. All we've gotta do is widen it and we've got ourselves an on-ramp to Route sixty-six," Michael says as he hands out sledge hammers to every one but T-Bag.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. They're gonna hear this, man," Lincoln brings up. Michael pulls out a tarp and spreads it over the drain. "They won't,"
Michael goes to hit the floor but T-Bag grabs the hammers end. "Come on, Pretty. We're a team now," Michael throws the hammer at him and picks up another for himself. "Best get crackin', eh?"
"You, shut up," I scowl at T-Bag before we all begin to beat the floor with the hammers.