Past
Karen gave a small smile to see Lucas curled up almost into a ball. His hair made sort of a curtain over his face and then she turned to leave.
"Karen?" Lucas's asked the boy's voice was tiny.
Karen bent down, "What?"
"Go out the window,"
Karen just gave him a look as if he was crazy. Then her hard expression faded into a light calmer one.
"Did you watch something scary tonight?" Karen asked smiling.
Lucas shook his head Karen could see that he was dead serious.
"Go out the window and leave," Lucas said
"I can't my car won't start,"
Lucas breathed in deep and then saw someone in the doorway.
"Karen," Lucas uttered in terror.
Karen turned to see a man blocking the doorway. He was tall and the light behind him made him look a hundred times worse.
"You're not going anywhere," the man said in a deep voice.
Karen took a step back as the man stepped toward him slowly.
"Run!" Lucas shouted and Karen didn't hesitate as she ran for the window.
The man made a grab for her but Lucas drove his head into the man's stomach which made him crash to the ground. Karen made it out of the window and jumped. As she landed her ankle gave out on her causing her to fall to the ground in pain. She layed there for awhile as the pain flew through her body. Karen looked up to see the John coming toward her to help.
"Are you alright?" Tweener asked.
"Ya, but I think I sprained my ankle," Karen said as she got up.
Tweener held out his hand to help and Karen thankfully took it.
"You should go to your car," Tweener said.
"But my car," Karen started.
"Its all fixed, while you were intruding, I jump started,"
"Without a car?"
"Another person came by and helped me,"
Tweener sort of half lead and half carried Karen to her car at that was parked at the end of the driveway.
"Wait," Karen said, "There was a person in the house,"
Tweener just gave her a look as if she was crazy, "You're just tired,"
"But Lucas..."
"Lucas is in bed,"
Karen was about to argue but there really was no reason. She was tired and a little dizzy from the fall.
"Well see you around,"
"Bye,"
Tweener watched as her car turned around the corner before jogging down to the long driveway to the house.
Inside Abruzzi struggled to keep Lucas, who's legs were flailing around aimlessly, under control.
"Yo man that was a close one," Tweener said dropping onto the couch as if he had finished a very hard erron.
"You let her in," Lincoln growled.
"Hey did you want her gone or not?"
"If it wasn't for Abruzzi she would still be here,"
Tweener slouched deeper into the couch as Abruzzi shot him a glare of pure hatred.
"Ah come on man your still not mad at me for using your name on you?" Tweener said.
Abruzzi growled at him.
"Look what we going to do with the boy?" Sucre asked.
Michael thought, "We'll stay here for the night then leave in the morning, are your parents going to be home tonight?"
Lucas struggled even harder against Abruzzi's steel like grip that had his arms pinned to his sides.
"Are your parents gonna be home tonight boy?" T-bag asked coming closer to the boy.
Lucas continued to struggle which didn't bother Abruzzi one bit.
"Boy answer me," T-bag said with a little more force in his voice.
"NO," Lucas shouted in his face.
For a moment no one answered then.
"Well that answers it," C-note said breaking the silence.
"You should show a little more respect Pretty," T-bag said grabbing the boy's chin and forcing him to look at him. Then Lucas did something that he'd probably regret sometime; he spat at him. T-bag let go of Lucas's chin and backed away whipping his face with his sleeve.
"You liked it when your little girlfriend did it," Sucre said, "Why don't you like it now?"
Everyone in the room laughed except Lucas who didn't know what he was talking about and T-bag who just gave Sucre a dangerous look.
"Look we can't just leave the boy unguarded," Lincoln said.
"I'll guard him," Michael volunteered.
Everyone agreed and then the retied Lucas to the chair.
"Sorry about this," Michael said stuffing the cloth back in Lucas's mouth.
It was around midnight when all the escapees were asleep except Michael of course. He was at the table with a glass of water in front of him. Lucas woke from his hour of sleep and tried to make a noise only to have it blocked by the cloth. Michael looked up at him and walked over. Lucas tried to calm down but he couldn't.
"I'll take it out if you promise not to scream," Michael said.
Lucas nodded eagerly and Michael undid the knot at the back of the cloth and removed it. Lucas opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before look at the ground.
"Are you ok?" Michael asked.
Lucas shook his head.
Michael tried to make conversation with Lucas but was unsuccessful. He walk back to the table and sat down. He was pissed; pissed at his brother and Abruzzi for even thinking of coming here, pissed that the girl was getting suspicious and pissed at that he had placed Lucas in danger.
It was about 3 in the morning when Lucas looked at Michael, he saw that he was asleep but he also saw something strange. He saw blood seeping out of Michael's head.
"Michael?" Lucas asked quietly.
No answer.
"Mic-,"
Lucas was cut off after a hand covered his mouth.
"Enough," a voice said in a southern accent.
Lucas's heart felt like stopping immediately, he knew that voice too well know. He looked at Michael hoping for him to wake up and save him. But Michael was still unconscious from the blow he received.
" Looks like Pretty isn't gonna get up for a while," T-bag said in Lucas's ear. Lucas struggled against the bonds that held him back.
"Now none of that boy, if you behave I'll take it easy on you,"
Lucas couldn't defend himself, Michael was unconscious and Lucas didn't know where the others were. T-bag got up and left to go to the living room and then a noise emerged from the room. To Lucas it sounded as if someone was been hit. He strained his neck to see who it was and saw Abruzzi standing there with Tweener by his side.
"Check on the boy," Abruzzi said to Tweener.
Lucas heard footsteps and within seconds Tweener was standing in front of him. He knelt down to meet eye to eye with him.
"Are you ok?" Tweener asked calmly.
"Ya," Lucas said.
"Did he hurt you?"
"No, but Michael.."
Lucas didn't need to finish as Tweener turned to see Michael still sitting in the chair with his head on the table. Blood now stained the floor. Abruzzi came over and saw Michael.
"Go get Lincoln," Abruzzi ordered Tweener.
Instead of arguing Tweener left and bounded downstairs. Abruzzi untied Lucas and walked him over to the living room where T-bag sat on the couch in a daze. A line of blood dribbled from his nose and a bruise started to form at the side of his head. Loud footsteps pounded the stairs as Lincoln came barrelling up the stairs, he didn't stop to even give T-bag a dirty look before heading over to his brother.
"Michael?" Lincoln said gently as he nudged his brother in the shoulder.
"Hmm?" Michael replied lightly as he struggled to opened his eyes.
"Are you alright?"
"Lincoln?"
"I'm here,"
With no trouble at all Lincoln scooped up his brother and carried him to the living room and gently as if he were an egg, placed him on the ground. Lucas turned to see C-note and Sucre come up the steps.
"What the hell happened?" C-note asked as he saw Michael on the ground.
Lincoln gave T-bag the coldest look he had. T-bag started to smile and gave a slight chuckle.
"I'd like to know what is so funny," Abruzzi said.
T-bag ignored him and shook his head still smiling. Lincoln grabbed T-bag by the shirt and brought him close to his face.
"What is so funny T-bag?" Lincoln hissed.
"Nothing," T-bag replied with a smile.
"Nothing my ass, what is so funny?"
T-bag looked over Lincoln's shoulder so that he looked straight into Lucas's eyes.
"Your brother was quite the fighter when I first saw him,"
Lucas just sat there motionless on the chair.
"Oh you should've seen his face at night,"
An anger bubble filled up the boy's stomach. Lincoln made T-bag face him.
"What's so funny?" Lincoln asked again with more force.
"You wouldn't understand Sink," T-bag said as the smile returned to his face.
"Try me,"
"Murder, funny thing don't you think? Someone kills someone else for fun, revenge or just to get what they want,"
Lincoln let to of T-bag and looked at his brother then him and gave him a horrified look. Lucas had enough. He leapt up from the chair and walked over to T-bag and kicked him hard in the gut. T-bag fell off the couch and layed on the ground. He held his stomach and groaned as Lucas mainly screamed his lungs out at him.
"YOU LITTLE PERVERT!" Lucas screamed everyone went silent.
T-bag looked up at him and smiled once again, "You better watch your mouth boy, you'll end up like him,"
"I HOPE SO, SO THAT I CAN BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF YOU!"
For a couple of seconds no one talked or moved. The only noise was Lucas's hard breathing.
"Well ok then..." Sucre said in a mono tone.
Everyone looked at T-bag, "Don't look at me, Pretty boy has the answer,"
Eyes laid upon Michael.
"He always has the answer," T-bag grinned slyly, "Don't ya boy,"
"That's enough," Lincoln growled at T-bag who still was grinning, "What the hell are you talking about?"
T-bag didn't say anything, Lincoln balled his hand into a fist threatening to punch T-bag's lights out when.
"Don't," Michael said.
Everyone looked confused even Lucas who had totally abandoned his anger.
"Michael..." Lincoln started.
Michael walked out of the room and onto the back porch. He heard something collide with something else then he knew that Lincoln had punched T-bag right in the face no doubt. The door opened then closed. Michael looked up to see Lincoln.
"It's my fault," Michael said in a quiet voice.
"No its not," Lincoln said.
"His blood was all over me,"
"That doesn't mean you killed him,"
Michael looked up to see stars coming out into the clear black sky.
"You know when mom died, dad left and you went to juvi?" Michael asked.
Lincoln nodded slowly, "Ya?"
"When I was placed with one of the foster parents, I thought that I'd be there forever,"