You Like A Little Fun, Fish?
L.J stepped out from the police van in Kingman, Arizona. Before him was the center where he would be spending most of his time for attempted murder and a set up involving the murder of his own mother. A police officer, with the name Scott printed onto a small name-tag under a police badge, took his arm and pulled him in through the front door.
The front office was huge. Lining the walls were baskets of flowers. It didn't look like a bad place, but L.J knew it was. Also in the front office, was a little table in the corner, where Scott pulled L.J over to.
"Okay, L.J, sign this." A long sheet of paper sat perfectly on the table as Scott stood over L.J. The words looked like they had tangled together as L.J tried to read it quickly. "Hurry up and sign it!"
"What is this?" L.J said to himself as his eyes scanned back and forth, the words almost appeared lines drawn with a light pencil. He had to know what he was signing. What if it was something against his dad that could get him killed?
"Just sign it and I'll tell you afterwards." Scott tried to hurry him. His voice was growing angry. L.J could tell that the giant man stood above him was probably going to be the one he had to be escorted by, and that very thought scared him.
"But what if it's something I don't want to sign?" He gulped as he spoke. His words had let themselves escape his mouth before he could think.
"Look, just sign it! Nothing worse than the position you're already in can happen!" L.J thought for a moment then began singing the paper at the very bottom. Once his pen had stopped moving on the page, Scott slipped it from beneath him then handed it into the woman at the front desk. She looked at L.J then filed it away.
Scott grabbed L.J once more and took him through the many halls that led to his high security room. Inside were two other boys, who gave him dirty looks the minute he stepped inside the little room. Scott practically threw him in; un-cuffed him, locked the door, and left him.
"Looks like we got ourselves fresh blood, huh?" One of the boys spoke to the other while eyeing him up and down, checking him out for possible later use. His voice sounded Texan. He wore the same overalls as L.J, except he had a hat on his head that barely had a purpose. He climbed off the top bunk of his bed and looked him in the eye. "Maybe we could find a little use for you."
"Yeah, yeah – I can see it now. You like a little fun, Fish?" The other got up from sitting on the bottom bunk. He looked a little older than the other, a little scarier. L.J just looked at him then nodded shyly, making his way over to the spare bed in the corner.
"Aw, the boy ain't answering our question, Dirt." The Texan boy climbed back onto his top bunk. He lay down, his arm behind his head. He took a deep breath in. "So what you here for?"
L.J looked at him, then at the floor. He felt so uncomfortable, so vulnerable. He trailed his eyes to the other boy who was staring at him. "I.. uh.. I nearly killed someone, and.. uh.. supposedly killed my mom, and my dad tried to get me out of the courthouse, so I ended up here."
"Looks like we got ourselves a hard ass then. So your dad – is he a hard ass too?" The boy who was staring at him began talking. L.J felt even more uncomfortable as he felt his eyes pierce him with curiosity.
"Lincoln Burrows is my dad." L.J looked at him, feeling proud to call that man his dad. That very man was probably one of the most infamous men still alive. He thought it may scare them off of him a little, maybe give him a little space. His eyes fell to the ground again as the boy still standing, probably named Dirt as the other said earlier, looked up at the other boy who was lying on the bed, and high-fived him.
"There's hope for us yet, Tex!" Dirt sounded excited. L.J felt good at that point, but he didn't know why. Maybe because he'd given some desperate boys some hope, or maybe because of the reaction he got after saying his dad's name.
Dirt grinned as he let go of Tex's hand then put his hand out for L.J. L.J took hold of it and shook it slightly. Dirt laughed lightly then pulled L.J up, then patted his back. He let go and L.J fell back onto the bed gently. Tex just lay there on his top bunk, probably trying to keep calm to hold up his cool-dude existence.
"I'm Dirt, and this asshole up here's Tex." He pointed to himself then up to Tex who flung his hand back lazily to almost wave. "So what's you name then, Fish?" He looked at L.J, his grin still spread across his face.
"L.J. My name's L.J." L.J kept looking up and down, unsure of where he could look that wouldn't make him seem weird or perverted in any way. He pushed himself back so he was leaning against the wall behind him, then brought his knees up to his chin and leaned his head on them.
"Lincoln Junior, right? We heard about you on the news. Killing your mom and some other sick shit, then your dad was on death row, but escaped thanks to your uncle. Man, you're family are awesome. They ever coming back to, y'know, save you?" Dirt sat back down on his bed, still hyper at the mere thought of having the son of Lincoln Burrows in his cell.
"I don't know. I doubt it. He doesn't know where I am." He rested his forehead on his knees then sighed. A thousand thoughts were running through his mind. He couldn't place anything. Everything was so unreal. Hopefully his dad did know. Maybe he did. Maybe Michael could get him out. All he had to do was hope for the best..