Prison Break or any of it's affiliates do not belong to me...unfortunately.

It was fire. The only word I could think of to describe what I felt at the time.

Bellick's sneer intensified his cynical words. He wanted to anger me.

But he didn't make me angry. Anger is NOT the word for it.

Even rage can't suffice for the emotion that seared through me.

I kicked him as hard as I could, spilling my feelings out in the most negative way I could think of.

Fire. It burned inside and seemed to consume me.

It set my heart ablaze with a ferocity I had never known before this day.

It was boiling my blood and making my skin sticky with sweat.

It was a feeling I hated and loved at the same time.

Lincoln glared coldly at the now unconscious ex-prison guard.

Nika stared at me, a look of shock and a twinge of fear evident in her eyes. Any other time I would have apologized for my outburst.

But not this time. Not today. I cared about nothing else but the rush of emotions that had hit me like an out of control semi.

Darkness enveloped me when I entered the room to be alone. To attempt to calm down so I could contemplate my next move.

The cell phone rested patiently in my back pocket.

It waited to be used, to transfer her voice to my ears and give me a hope that only Sara's voice can.

My hand lingered there, but I knew calling her now would prove disastrous. I couldn't let her hear the tears in my voice.

Not THESE tears. These were tears of anger. Tears caused by the fire Bellick had ignited inside me.

Soon they would fade into quiet sobs of pain and regret.

But for now, I would have to wait for the fire to die.

For now, I would wait and let it burn.