I was hiding in the trees with the rest of the escapee's waiting for Michael signal.
"Yo, come on, man, we gotta roll" C-Note said.
"We don't gotta do anything but wait right here and let them get ahead of us" Michael said.
"I don't know if we're gonna get a chance, papi" Sucre said, as several C.O's walked out with dogs.
"Dogs. Son of a bitch" C-Note said.
"Nobody move" Michael said and we froze.
"They can't smell us" Michael said smugly, but the dogs started to bark and howl.
"No but they can see us" I said, and we started to run through the forest. We came across some barbed wire, and Lincoln went first holding up the wire for everyone else to come through. Haywire came up next and Lincoln grabbed a handful of his jumpsuit.
"Hey, hey. Take your suit off. You're practically glowing in the dark" He said, motioning to the white colour.
"I only got skivvies on underneath 'em" Haywire protested.
"Take your suit off!" Lincoln demanded.
"I'll freeze to death!" He broke free of Lincoln's grip and ran under the wire.
"Hey. Hey!" Abruzzi said.
"Hurry up. We gotta do something about that freak" Lincoln said.
"You got it. Come on, come on, hurry up. Hurry up" We took off running again, and came to a stop when we came to an old mill, crouching down together.
"Where the hell is the van?" I asked.
"Eyetie! Where in the hell is the van?" C-Note demanded.
"Ye of little faith!" Abruzzi looked around for a second and moved. "Come on. Come on!" We ran to a bridge and underneath was the van
"Ha! I told you. I told you!" Abruzzi exclaimed as we ran to the van. I got in after T-Bag and Michael got in after me.
"John, where are the keys?" Lincoln asked.
"What?" Abruzzi asked.
"The keys, where are they?"
"I told you, in the garbage can by the trees, in a plastic bag"
"Go get the keys!" Lincoln told Haywire.
"Come on. Come on" Haywire jumped and went to go and find them. Abruzzi handed the keys to Lincoln and he started the van, driving away as Haywire ran after us screaming. I knew I shouldn't but I felt quite happy to leave him behind, seeing as he couldn't reveal my gender to anyone who I didn't want to know.
We drove down the road with C-Note was in the back, Tweener and Abruzzi next, behind Michael and T-Bag and me. Lincoln and Sucre were in the front.
"Hey John, I gotta ask you, uh...why so intent on Lincoln driving here, and you taking that particular seat?" T-Bag asked.
"What is it exactly you got up underneath there, huh?" He continued, I didn't notice T-Bag handcuffing Michael to him.
"What the hell are you doing?" Michael shouted, realising what had happened. Abruzzi held a gun to T-Bag's head.
"You think that will stop me?" Abruzzi asked.
"Think twice, Johnny boy. Hm? You shoot me, Pretty here'll be draggin' around 170 pounds of dead Alabama flesh with him. And considerin' how much you need him to get this Fibonacci vendetta of yours, huh? I just don't think you're gonna be pullin' that trigger" T-Bag said.
"No?" He cocked the gun
"You're gonna give me the key to those cuffs, T-Bag! You son of a bitch!" Michael searched T-Bag for the key as I held him still.
"Get it, get it, get it" Abruzzi muttered.
"You lookin' for this?" T-Bag had the key between his teeth, he put it in his mouth as Michael and I grabbed for his throat.
"Come on, spit it out!" I said.
"Spit it out! Come on!" Before we could get it back he swallowed it and said "Oops!"
"If you think I won't gut you myself to get that key you're in for a big surprise" Abruzzi said.
"I encourage you to remember the last time you came at me with a knife" T-Bag said.
"Shut up! Shut up! Both of you! We can settle this in Mexico" Michael shouted.
"How far to the airstrip?" Lincoln asked.
"It's five miles, maybe" Michael replied.
"You know, your jet better be there, Mr. Mafia. You feel me? It better be there" C-Note said. There was an awkward silence, until Sucre broke it.
"All I wanna do is touch her belly. Feel that he's in there. After that, whatever I gotta do, I'll figure it out. I...I just wanna touch her belly. We're close, papi"
"We got trouble" I looked out the window to see a roadblock up ahead. Lincoln drove the van off the road and slowed to a stop.
" Yo, man, this is bananas. We gotta get off this road" Tweener said.
"Any other way to the airstrip?" Lincoln asked.
"This is the only road" Michael said.
"Then let's just run this bitch!" Tweener exclaimed.
"Somebody shut him up or I will!" C-Note said, and I couldn't help but agree with him. Everyone was tense and Tweener's voice was really annoying at the moment.
"Can we go back?" I asked.
"That won't do us any good. That'll only get us farther from where we need to be" Michael said.
"Which means we gotta bust that road block" Lincoln said, Michael looked thoughtful.
"Maybe not. We gotta try and go round. Come on" He said and Lincoln moved the van onto a dirt road.
"We're gonna get that key from you. I don't care if you gotta crap it out" Michael said to T-Bag.
"You got a foul mouth sometimes, Pretty" T-Bag said, the van lurched and my head smacked the ceiling, I grumbled to myself, but realised that the van had stopped.
"Son of a bitch, we're stuck" Lincoln said.
"Everybody out. Everybody out!" I got out the van first as I was closest to the door, and helped Michael out seeing as he was having trouble being attached to T-Bag.
We tried to push the van out of the mud, but it was obvious that we weren't going anywhere.
"Come on!" Michael said, as we all groaned with the effort.
"This thing ain't going nowhere" I said.
"How far's the airstrip?" Lincoln asked.
"On foot? Maybe two miles" Michael replied.
"What the hell are we waiting for? Let's move" Abruzzi ordered.
"Three-legged-race over here ain't gonna make it ten feet" Sucre pointed out.
"Oh, we'll manage, won't we?" Michael said.
"Sure, Pretty. We team mates! Team mates to the end" T-Bag said.
"Let's get outta here, let's go!" Lincoln started running and I followed, not entirely sure where I was going.
"That's not good" I said, motioning to the helicopter that was flashing in the woods behind us.
"Whoa, whoa!" We stopped as we overlooked a quarry.
"For good sake" I said.
"Now what? What do we do now?" Sucre asked.
"I don't believe this" Lincoln said.
"What now?" I exclaimed, but hushed when the helicopter came back. Michael went down the qaurry and I gasped until I realised it wasn't that steep, so I followed and hid in some of the rocks as the helicopter came over us.
"It's comin' back, y'all! It's comin' back! Make yourselves small..." C-Note said, as the helicopter came back.
"There is no way we're gonna make two miles like this! Especially with that bird up there!" He continued.
"We are if I got something to do with it" Sucre ran down to a beat up car and we all followed.
"Hurry up" Lincoln said as Sucre fiddled with some wires under the steering wheel.
"Shh. Tranquilo. Just let papi work a little bit of his magic, okay?" He said.
"You know what you're doing?" I asked.
"Are you kidding me? Hot wiring this thing is like hot wiring a toaster. Now, if it were an Acura or one of the Chinese cars, that's a whole different story. Electronic ignition, computer chip - forget about it. But no, we're good" Sucre said.
"That chopper's gonna be coming back again, so hurry up" Lincoln said.
"Good. I must've done this a thousand times" Sucre said.
"Man, I thought you got busted for armed robbery" I said.
"That's what they caught me for" Sucre smirked, and I chuckled.
"Come on" Abruzzi said.
"Red's the juice, white is the ground. Strike them together, and we blow this town" Nothing happened and Sucre looked confused.
"What? What?" I asked.
"I...I don't get it" Sucre said.
We hurried to the hood and I pulled it up, there was no engine. I sighed frustrated.
"Why is nothing going right?" I asked no one in particular.
The helicopter was coming back so we sprinting into the barn we found on a random farm. Once safely inside we all caught our breath
"Where are they?" I asked, talking about Michael and T-Bag.
"They're...they're way the hell back there" Sucre said.
"They're slowing us down, man" C-Note said.
"This ain't gonna work like this. We gotta do something" Lincoln said. I heard them coming so I whistled so that they knew where to come, once they were in Lincoln shut the door behind them
T-Bag apparently knew something was going on as he said.
"What's going on? What's going on?" Lincoln grabbed him and forced him down onto the hood of an old car as I grabbed some shears
"Hey, what are you doing? What the hell are you doing?" T-Bag shouted. I tried to cut the handcuffs apart but it didn't work.
"Oh, I swear to God..." T-Bag said.
"You swear what?" Michael said, and they glared at each other. I gave up trying to cut the handcuffs and said.
"It ain't gonna work" T-Bag laughed at us.
"I guess it was just meant to be, hey now, fellas?" Abruzzi came out of nowhere holding up and axe, I quickly backed away as he chopped off T-Bag's hand. The only thing that was heard, were T-Bag's screams.
I looked at the hand unable to move, just staring and listening to T-Bag's screams.
"He's lucky I didn't take this to his head" Abruzzi said, still holding the axe which was now covered in blood.
"You cut his...you cut his..." Sucre stuttered.
"You...you cut his..." Sucre continued.
"Sucre, shut up!" I said.
"Hello?" A voice said, we all hushed instantly.
"Hello? Hello?" The voice went away.
"Come on, let's go!" Lincoln said, and he went out. Michael grabbed my hand and we followed Lincoln.
I was pushed in a ditch by Michael when he spotted a police SUV parked at the end of a bridge near them.
"Careful" I hissed.
"The airstrip's on the other side of that field. Just 500 yards and this whole thing's over" Michael said.
"He's not moving" I said.
"Every second we stay here is another chance for them to find the plane. We gotta go now" Abruzzi said.
"Wait! Wait!" Michael said, we waited and another police car went past.
"All right, let's go. Let's go" He said. We ran under the bridge when we were spotted.
"Freeze. Don't move!" I froze but Michael pushed me, so I continued to run. We rushed up a small hill leading to the airfield and I saw the plane waiting
"I can see it!" Sucre said.
"Let's go, guys" C-Note said.
"Come on! Let's go" I said.
"That's the runway right there, it's right there..." C-Note said, motivating us all as we carried on running. We ran down the airstrip seeing the plane start up its engine and begin moving.
"We're almost there" I said.
"Better be there, man. Better be there" C-Note muttered, as the plane picked up it's speed down the runway.
"He's gonna take off!" C-Note said, as we finally made it to the runway.
"Hey! Hey! Wait! Stop! Stop!" We all jumped up and down and waved our arms around, but it was too late. The plane had taken off and all we could do now is run.
"No...no..." Michael said. I could hear sirens getting closer and I felt sick.
"What do we do now?" I asked, panicked.
"We run!" We ran across the field as the airstrip filled up with police cars.
"This way! This way! Run into the dark! Run into the dark!" C-Note said, as we did as he said.
"This is the state police, stop and put your hands up. You are completely surrounded. I repeat, stop and put your hands up. You are completely surrounded" I heard a police officer say over a bullhorn. But I had no intention of doing what he asked as we ran into another field, and we just kept on running.
AN: Damn that plane! Lol.
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