I'm sorry!
Down the street Michael dashed quickly behind trees not wanting to get caught. He saw a van quite similar to the one Tweener drove so he did something stupid and jumped in front of it.
The van screeched to a stop as the front of the car was just about three inches away from Michael's stomach.
"What the hell yo?" a voice cried.
"Tweener?" Michael said.
Tweener stuck his head out the window.
"Come on," Tweener said, "Get in,"
"What about Lucas?"
"He's ok,"
Michael ran to the other side and got into the car and Tweener floored it. Just then sirens wailed right behind them and Tweener took a sharp left turn which sent Michael almost out the window.
"Slow down," Michael cried adjusting himself.
"Not with the cops behind us man, no way,"
Police cruisers made a sharp left turn as well and Tweener went a little over hundred.
"Tweener," Michael warned.
But Tweener ignored him and raced down Lake street.
"Where are the others?"
"I gave them instructions to get to where they need to go,"
"And that is?"
"The grave behind the church,"
"Which one?"
Michael was about to answer when a bullet just missed his right ear. Tweener floored over 110. Michael looked behind him to see a cop half way out of the window firing at him. Tweener grabbed his shirt and slammed him down onto the seat.
"If you died Lincoln will have my head," Tweener shouted over the sirens.
Michael understood completely, he wouldn't be able to defend Tweener from his brother when he's dead. Tweener drove onto an open highway and then drove into an abandoned barn. They both got out and ran.
Halfway from their destination sirens cried out right behind them.
"I'm sorry ok?" Michael shouted to Tweener who was right beside him.
"For what?" Tweener shouted back.
"For killing your cousin,"
"Don't worry about him, he was a bastard anyway,"
They both ran behind a tree as a police car raced by and they took their time to catch their breath.
"Also for putting Lucas in danger," Michael said gasping for air.
Tweener did nothing but look at him then a giant flood light blinded them from a helicopter that spun around where they were.
"Let's go now," Tweener said.
"Ya,"
They both raced to what looked to them like a church. They ran up to the entrance and then looked at each other.
Inside Lincoln, Sucre, Abruzzi and C-note all stood around not sure what to do. They were all confused and tired.
"I say we wait here for Michael," Lincoln said.
"Michael doesn't know that we are here," C-note added.
"Someone can go out and look,"
Just then the door handle rattled.
Outside Tweener backed away from the door.
"Its locked," he said looking up at the building.
"We can't just stay here," Michael reminded him, "Try again,"
Inside they all held their breath as the handle rattled again.
"We should do something man," Sucre said in a terrified voice.
"And what do you suggest?" Abruzzi said.
Sucre looked around until he found a metal bar.
Outside Tweener kicked at the door a couple of times but nothing worked. Michael left for a couple of minutes then came back with a pick axe.
"Found it at the back of the church," Michael said as Tweener gave him a look of total confusion.
"Why the hell would a church have pick axe?"
Michael shrugged and started to hack at the wood.
Inside they hid behind the benches as wood chips flew out of the door. A tip of a pick axe was visible.
"Do you think its T-bag?" C-note asked.
Abruzzi then took the metal bar from Sucre and moved closer to the door with caution.
Outside Michael smiled as he gt closer.
"Use the other end," Tweener suggested.
Michael flipped the axe and hacked taking a large part of the door out of its frame. He repeated this motion until he door was almost completely gone. He stepped though the doorway and looked into the tiny church. It was mainly bare except for a few benches and a giant cross that hung at the front. He turned only to have his head collide with a metal bar.
"Michael," Tweener cried.
He rushed in and a pair of arms grabbed him and pinned his arms against his side. Tweener flailed wildly and then he saw a group of people in front of him. One had the pick axe at hand.
"What the..." a voice said.
"Its Tweener," another joined.
One of them came up to him and looked closely.
"Sure looks like him," he said.
"Its me guys," Tweener said.
"What's something that Tweener would do?" a husky voice asked him.
"He would tell you that you just whacked Michael Scofield over the head with a metal bar,"
Every thing went silent and they looked at the body lying on the ground and the one that was struggling against Abruzzi's grip.
"Drop him Abruzzi, he's Tweener," C-note said.
Abruzzi let Tweener to and Tweener rubbed his arms. They all circled around Michael's unconscious body. Lincoln turned him over and nodded, he slapped Michael lightly in the face until Michael woke in a daze.
"What the..." Michael managed.
"Abruzzi whacked you with a metal bar," Tweener said.
"And I still have it in my hand," Abruzzi whispered to Tweener who stood frozen.
Michael stood on his feet and staggered from the blow he received.
"You ok?" Lincoln said, "You should lie down,"
"No I'm fine," Michael said weakly.
"No your not,"
"Where are we?"
"I dunno,"
Michael looked at his tattoos only to see the images blur and move.
"Michael," Lincoln said.
Just then Michael fainted.
About two hours later he woke up and he found himself lying on rough concrete in a beige suit. He looked up to see Lincoln, Abruzzi and Sucre looked own at him.
"He's awake," Sucre said walking away.
"Your lucky," Lincoln growled to Abruzzi.
Michael sat up and looked around. He guessed that they were in a garage somewhere. He saw that c-note was still there but someone was missing.
"Where's Tweener?" Michael asked.
"He left about thirty minutes ago," Abruzzi replied.
"Where to?"
"He didn't say,"
Lincoln spoke, "Don't go after him Michael,"
Michael knew that Lincoln was right, if he went after Tweener he would get lost himself or even captured.
"Maybe we'll see him in Utah," Lincoln said.
Michael nodded and got up. He walked out into the sun and breathed in the air. He looked around to see nothing but trees. He tried hard to forget about Lucas but he couldn't, the boy was brave about having escapees in his house and Tweener was brave about going to Elkwood. He stared at the stones and kicked at the dirt making little clouds. Just then Lincoln came out with a phone in his hand.
"Michael she found him," Lincoln said in triumph.
"What? Who?" Michael asked.
"Veronica," Lincoln replied, "She had found Terrace Steadman,"