Flashback
Michael was now about 9, he had a lot more hair and the same bright blue eyes. He stared at a small house that stood in front of him.
"Well this is your home son," the officer told him.
Michael kept his head down as the officer lead him to the front door and knocked. A tall man answered, he had sharp green eyes and was starting a beard.
"You Michael Scofield?" the man asked.
Michael gave a tiny nod.
"Jacob Holf,"
The man talked to the officer for a bit, signed a piece of paper then led Michael into the house.
Inside was about six more kids and most of them were in their late teens except one who looked about 15.
"Everyone this is Michael Scofield," Mr. Holf said.
The oldest teen about 19 talked, "Yo man he's tiny,"
Mr. Holf threw the boy a look, "Now, now Dmitri we don't make fun of other kids. His father disappeared and his mother died about 2 weeks ago so lets try and make him welcome,"
Michael looked around the room at the others and knew right away that there was no such thing as a "warm welcome".
Mr. Holf left the room leaving poor Michael in the room with 6 other teens who looked greedily at him.
"So Michael is it?" Dmitri asked coming up to Michael.
Michael nodded.
"Dmitri," the boy said putting out his hand.
Michael didn't know whether to take it or not, but he did and he found himself, within seconds, in a lot of pain.
"You tell that oldie anything," Dmitri warned, "And I swear to god that I will kill you and bury you in the backyard, got it?"
Michael nodded his head.
"I don't care if your brother is in juvi or not,"
Dmitri let go of Michael and joined the others who were just watching on the other side of the room.
That night Michael had a hard time sleeping. His mind wouldn't work properly and he kept thinking of things that wouldn't happen like running away. He thought of his brother in juvi and his father somewhere out there. Probably better, probably worse. Michael didn't know and he knew that he would never know.