Okay. Last chapter and I will start the Sequil tommorw.
Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break
Michael and Abruzzi help me down into the bushes with the rest of the escapees and we watch the panic of the police not even two feet away.
"Yo, come on, man, we gotta roll," C-note whispers.
"We don't gotta do anything but wait right here and let them get ahead of us," Michael demands quietly.
"I don't know if we're gonna get a chance, papi," Sucre says as he points out several COs with dogs.
"They can't smell us," Michael sighs but the dogs begin to bark rapidly.
"They can see us!" Abruzzi says as he pulls me up by the back of my shirt. I put my arm around his shoulders and we begin to hobble through the forest. Unsatisfied with my pace of hobbling Michael stops and get Abruzzi to help me on to his back - for a piggyback ride. Michael begins to run with me on his back. The eight of us soon arrive at an old mill and I slid of Michaels back and sit on the ground rubbing my ankle. "Where the hell is the van?" I groan in pain.
I watch as Abruzzi looks around then makes a run for a white van under a bridge. Michael helps me up and over to the van. He helps me into the van and I sit my back to the front seats. I slide slightly so everyone fits in the van and Sucre lifts my foot up onto his lap. "You need it elevated or it'll get worse," I nod as I shut my eyes. The van Jolts into action and Lincoln drives down the road.
"Hey John, I gotta ask you, uh...why so intent on Lincoln driving here, and you taking that particular seat?" T-Bag asks Abruzzi who is sitting behind him. I watch as Abruzzis hand slides underneath his seat. "What is it exactly you got up underneath there, huh?" I watch as Abruzzi pulls out a gun - but twice as fast, T-bag handcuffs himself to Michael. "What the hell are you doing?" Michael exclaims as Abruzzi hold the gun to T-Bags temple.
"Think twice, Johnny boy," T-Bag drawls. "Hm? You shoot me, Pretty here'll be draggin' around one hundred and seventy pounds of dead Alabama flesh with him. And considerin' how much you need him to get this Fibonacci vendetta of yours, huh? I just don't think you're gonna be pullin' that trigger,"
Abruzzi sits back in his seat obviously pissed off at T-Bag.
"You're gonna give me the key to those cuffs, T-Bag! You son of a bitch!" Michael raises his voice in furry. Abruzzi holds T-bag back as Michael begins to pat him down.
"You lookin' for this?" T-Bag asks while baring the key between his teeth. He puts it in his mouth and Abruzzi and Michael begin to fight him for it, but before they can get to it he swallows it! Anger fills my body and with all the strength left in me I punch him hard in the jaw. I shake my reddened fist as I give off a gleeful smile. T-Bag bubs his read face and gives me a murderous look. "When I get my hands on you -"
"You will not touch her!" Michael says angrily.
"We got trouble," Lincoln says and I turn my head to see a road block up ahead. Lincoln pulls the van over to the side of the road and everyone looks ahead panicked. "Any other way to the airstrip?"
"This is the only road," Michael sighs.
"Then let's just run this bitch!" Tweener blurts.
"Somebody shut him up or I will!" C-Note says angrily.
"We gotta try and go round," I suggest and Lincoln starts to drive down a dirt road. Suddenly the van lurches and we are all tossed like a salad around the van. Lincoln revs the engine but the van stays put - the van is stuck. "Everybody out. Everybody out!" Michael demands and everyone listens.
I hobble out and lean on the closest tree as the guys try to push the van out of the mud.
"Just face it! It's not going anywhere were stuck going on foot. And thanks to me we'll probably get caught!" I cry.
"Oh, we'll manage," Michael says. Lincoln offers my his shoulders and we begin to lead the way. I notice spot lights scanning through the forest and the chopping of a helicopters propellers fills my ears. Lincoln stops to let me hop on his back and he begins to sprint along with the others. We quickly come to a stop and a rock ledge looking over a quarry.
"Now what? What do we do now?" I panic. I here the helicopter coming around again and we all look around in terror. We press ourselves up against the rock outcropping as the helicopter races over us.
"There is no way we're gonna make two miles like this! Especially with that bird up there!" C-Note complains.
"We just have a little further," Abruzzi says. "We should be able to make it," We wait till the coast is what we think clear and we quickly continue on out way. At the head of the pack - still on Lincolns back we come to a barn. Sucre, Abruzzi, C-Note, Lincoln and I take a breather in with in the barn as we wait for T-bag and Michael to catch up. Abruzzi helps me off Lincolns back and I take a seat in the solid mud ground. "Thank you," I groan.
"This ain't gonna work like this. We gotta do something," Lincoln complains about T-Bag being Michaels new charm bracelet.
I send off a whistle and Michael and T-bag walk in. I quickly kick the door shut behind them with my right foot and the guys force Michael and T-Bag down onto a work bench.
"Hey, what are you doing? What the hell are you doing?" T-Bag yells as C-note grabs some garden sheers. He tries to cut the cuffs in half my the chain links but they wont cut. T-Bag lets out a cackle of defeat. "I guess it was just meant to be, hey now, fellas?"
Next thing I know Abruzzi grabs a rust old axe and sinks it into T-Bags cuffed wrist. T-Bags screams of agonizing pain fill the cold crisp air. "He's lucky I didn't take this to his head," Abruzzi laughs. Michael stands up in shock as he stares at the bloody handcuffs still attached to his wrist. Michael walks over to me and helps me up off the ground, pulling me into a tight hug. I shut my eyes as I rest my head on his shoulder.
"Come on, let's go!" Lincoln says over T-Bags screams. I put my arm over Michael shoulder and we begin to fallow the others leavening T-Bag to die or be found in the barn. We come to the edge of the wooded area that comes to a road.
"The airstrip's on the other side of that field. Just five hundred yards and this whole thing's over," Michael smiles. We look up and down the road before making our way across the road. We go to rush under a bridge when a police car spots us. "Freeze. Don't move!" The bullhorn blares.
"Mona I know this wont be good for your ankle but your gonna have to run on it," Michael says and I nod in understanding. The six of us rush a small hill leading to the air field where we see the plane waiting.
"I can see it!" I celebrate through grunts of pain. We all pick up speed and my ankle hurts like hell. I glance behind myself for a split second to see dozens upon dozens of squad cars.
We finally make it to the runway and we notice that the plane is rolling down the tarmac at full throttle.
"Hey! Hey! Wait! Stop! Stop!" We all yell trying to get the pilots attention. Tired and in pain I lean on Michael as we all continue to yell. "No! No! No...no…" I repeat wanting to cry.
"Michael - what do we do now?" I ask in the mist of tears.
"We run!" Michael says and I groan knowing I'm going to have to run on my stupid ankle. With one last sob I suck it up and fallow the guys into the back field at top speed - running into the darkness.