I hate school (because of the homework), guys are clueless (no offence to the male reads: I'm just talking about the guys I know) and the highschool football season should last FOREVER! I just thought you should know...
~Millie
Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break.
Michael stares at me blankly his mouth slightly open and his eyes wide. "What could be worse then Lincoln being sent off to the SHU?" We all look up at the should of a helicopter over head. It lands in the middle of the empty yard and Abruzzi is pushed on a gurney towards it by Doctor Tancredi.
"Abruzzi - possibly dieing on his way onto that helicopter," We all run up to the fence our fingers griped through the links as we watch Abruzzi get loaded into the helicopter and lifted off. T-Bag joins the rest of the group and I can't help but to scowl at him.
"And then there were seven," He says hoarsely.
Not being able to bear looking at him much longer I storm off to change then head off into the yard. I wait till the phones are deserted before running over them to dial. "Hello, I would like to check on a patient,"
"And the patient is?" The receptionist asks.
"The name is John Abruzzi. A-B-R-U-Z-Z-I,"
"Are you family?"
"No,"
"According to protocol -"
"I don't care what protocol is. I just wanna know if he's okay," There is a sudden click. "Hello? Hello?" She hung up on me. I hang up and walk over to the rest of the guys who had joined me in the yard.
"The hospital won't give out any information,"
"Wonder what happened to that boy. Maybe them Mafia chickens came home to roost after all," T-Bag wonders.
"Wonder what happened to that boy!" I mimic him immaturely. "I don't know, maybe I should just ask the person who did it," I mumble while getting in his face.
"You better watch it-" T-Bag starts but Michael cuts in. "We gotta put this whole thing on hold,"
"Whoa, easy, Fish. We're not puttin' nothin' on hold," C-Note snaps.
"I don't think you heard me. Until I get my brother out of that hole, no - one's doing a damn thing," Michael says sternly. "If you think I'm gonna leave my brother behind, you have massively underestimated me,"
"That ain't my fight. I'm through that hole, Pretty, with or without you, next time I'm on PI," T-Bag growls.
"We're not having this debate," I step in.
"We're not, Pretty and I are," T-Bag growls.
"You're not having this debate!"
"We got a clear shot, baby. Every day we don't use that hole is another day the screws can find it," C-Note says.
"The two of you will never make it," Michael scowls.
"Oh, Fish, it's not just two," C-Note says and Westmorland steps in. "If it's now or never, we gotta go. Go with us, Michael. You've done everything you could,"
"They're grown men, Michael. They can all decide for themselves," T-Bag growls. Michael lunges for him but I grab the sleeve of his jacket - even though T-Bag deserves it.
"You know what, there are two things that everybody needs to get with. First, hillbilly, you have got to learn some respect. The man here made everything possible. And you, Fish? You're gonna have to get with that we are doing this thing this afternoon, as soon as we get on PI," C-Note says and Michael chuckles: "So you're just gonna make a run for it. In the middle of the day,"
"You are gonna screw this whole thing up,"
"That's not for you to decide anymore. Now, this train is leaving the station, and I suggest you get on it," C-Note scowls.
"Well, you know what? You sons of bitches? I won't let you do it," Michael says.
"What you gonna do? Blow the whistle on your own escape?" T-Bag says as Michael, Sucre and I walk away to head back inside.
I spend the rest of the day waiting for PI to return, but it soon arrives and the crew heads down to the break room.
"So, Mr. Pied Piper, what's the play?" T-Bag asks once the COs are off the radar.
"We do what we always do. Pretend to be working. Be model citizens, till the time comes," Michael says as he hands me sand paper.
"And that'd be?" T-Bag asks.
"Nine 'o clock," Michael replies dully.
"But PI shuts down at five o'clock," I mention.
"Well, we have to make sure it doesn't, don't we?" Michael says as he removes a piece of drywall and insulation from the wall revealing a water pipe. Michael grabs a sledge hammer and swings it at the pipe.
Michael continues to hit it and it eventually sprays water through out the room-soaking everything and everyone. Everyone lets out cusses and yells of anger. Two COs rush in and turn off the water. "What the hell happened here?" Bellick growls.
"Messed up. Hit a pipe. Should've killed the water before we started," Michael sighs. "It's not that big a deal, we can fix it in the morning. I don't think mould should be a problem before then,"
"Mould?" Bellick asks grumpily.
"You get drywall and insulation soaked like this, you run the risk of stachybotrys mould," Michael explains.
"Tell you what. You and all your Compañeros here aren't stepping outside this door until every damn molecule of water is out of this place," Bellick says and the Crew mutters in 'grouchiness'
"Well, then it's gonna take all night," I say sadly.
"Well, then it's gonna take all night. Don't catch a sniffle," Bellick huffs then walks out. I notice a smile develop on everyone face.
"You better get comfortable - we'll be here a while," Michael says as he takes a seat against a wall. I take a seat beside him and lean my head on his shoulder. Time goes slowly and Michael begins to hit his head slightly against the wall.
"You okay?"
"No," He replies simply as we watch his watch go from eight fifty nine to nine o'clock. "Showtime," T-Bag and Sucre pull back the carpet to revel the hole. Westmoreland jams the door with a crowbar and we all stand around the hole smiling like a bunch of idiots.
"See you on the other side," Michael says and we one by one drop into the hole. We call trough the pipes and arrives at a vertical drain. We slide down into a cement walled 'enclosure'. I rope hangs from a grate above and Michael goes up first. I go to reach for the rope once Michael is up but T-Bag snatches it. "What ever happened to ladies first?"
"We'll go first. Your weak you'll only slow us down," He scowls then climbs up. I wait until all the guys are up before I grab the swaying rope. With all my strength: I pull my self up the rope, quicker then T-Bag ever could. "Maybe you should be the one that goes last next time," I huff at T-Bag as Michael helps me out of the grate. Michael turns around and seems to freeze. "They replaced it!" He exclaims as he runs over to a pipe.
There is a clanking and Michael rubs his hands over his head. "He's there," Michael grips the pipe and tries to pull it off the wall. "Son of a bitch! He's there...he's there…" He grunts in frustration. Some of us go to help Michael but freeze when keys jingling in the corridors outside. We listen in silence. Michael steps back from the pipe and shakes his head. "What? Talk to me," I whisper.
"It can't be done. It's too thick. I'm so sorry. We're not getting out of here," Michael says and he rubs his hands over his head again confused - angry - devastated. My eyes swell up with tears. I should have known escaping was impossible. It's has never been done and never will be. I should never get my hopes up again. I'm going to be stuck in this hell hole the rest of my horror filled life. I rub the tears from my eyes - I must not show weakness. I look up at the rest of the guys who are looking over a T-Bag who is viciously holding a shank in Michaels direction. "Unfortunately, Pretty, that ain't an option,"