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Day Seven

Michael splashed
cool water on his face preparing himself for the humiliation of going out into
the Yard for the first time since the lockdown had begun. He knew that the
whole cellblock knew about T-Bag�s claiming of him and that there were probably
some inmates who would hope that Bagwell would share his new toy. He dreaded
seeing the lustful stares that he instinctively knew would be directed his way,
and he worried that news of his desecration would filter over to Death Row and
into Lincoln�s ears.

�I�m waiting Pretty,� Bagwell called from the open bars. �We ain�t got
all day.�

Michael slowly
turned towards the rapist, �I bet you�re just fucking loving this, aren�t you?�

Bagwell arched a
brow in mock confusion, �And what exactly am I suppose to be loving?�

Michael pulled on
his blue over-shirt, �Flaunting me in front of the cellblock.�

�Oh that,� the
Alabamian smirked. �I must admit that I am looking forward to it. It�s not
everyday that we get the likes of you in Fox River.�

Michael sneered
in disgust, �Fucking pervert.� Michael rushed towards the cell bars and
attempted to brush past Bagwell, but he felt his arm yanked hard and turned to
stare daggers of hatred into the eyes of the murder, �Let me fucking go.�

�You really
should be more careful with that scathing tongue of yours,� Teddy warned squeezing
Michael�s arm hard enough to bruise. �And it would be best that you get off
your high horse before I knock you off onto your ass.�

Michael swallowed
hard in nervousness, �Let go�please.�

T-Bag pulled
Scofield closer until his lips were lightly caressing Michael�s ear, �And don�t
fucking call me a pervert you little whore. We both know you liked it.�

Michael wanted to
beat the shit out of the scrawny older man, but once again he knew that getting
thrown into the SHU would end his plans for escape, ��Whatever you say Bagwell.�

Theodore released
his grip on Michael�s arm and smiled cunningly, �Well I say you did, and unless
you want me throwing a welcome to the Purity party for you and invite a few of
my closest horny friends, I would suggest you act like you enjoy my company in
front of the other inmates.�

Michael knew that
T-Bag wanted the other cons to think that he was a reluctant but willing
participant who was under Bagwell�s control, and everything in Michael�s mind
screamed for him to rebel against the pedophile, but he knew it was best just
to accept his fate and stared passively
at his tormentor. �Keep your friends off my ass and I�ll act like a good little
wife for you.�

�That�s more like
it,� T-Bag beamed placing his hand on the small of Scofield�s back and urging
him out of the cell. �Of course I consider you more like my bitch rather than
my wife.� He could see Scofield visibly tense up and grinned, �Relax Pretty�there
are a lot worse fates in life than being with me on a nightly basis.�

Michael remained
silent unable to think of many things worse than being Bagwell�s fuck toy. He
could still feel the phantom presence of Bagwell�s swollen cock inside his hot
tight channel, and the only thing he could think of at the moment that would be
worse was seeing Lincoln
strapped in the electric chair waiting for the guards to flip the switch.

�God, this is so
much fun,� Bagwell crooned from behind him. �Can you see the envy in their
eyes?�

Michael looked up
and took notice of the other cons who were staring at them in a mixture of jealousy,
lust, and disgust, �I�m so glad that you�re amused by this little scenario.�

�It�s been a long
time since the others have wanted something that was mine,� Bagwell commented
twisting his tongue in thought as they passed through the gates that led out
into the Yard. �They never really had much interest in Maytag, but you�I might
just have to be more diligent in my watch over you.�

�I think you give
me too much credit Bagwell,� Michael softly replied as they stepped outside.
�I�m not hot like Brad Pitt or anything.�

�You�re right
about that,� T-Bag smirked. �You�re hotter�and your soft features and petite
frame make you vulnerable in a place like this.�

�I�m not petite,�
Michael argued. �I�m taller than you and I could probably kick your ass if I
really wanted to.�

Bagwell led
Michael over towards the bleachers that the other Purity members occupied,
�Which begs the question�why exactly haven�t you done just that? Why haven�t
you even attempted to defend yourself against me?�

�Because I know
that you may be smaller than me, but you�re heartless and insane and would
gladly gut me like a fish if I crossed you,� Michael replied honestly looking
out across the Yard looking at Lincoln who was tossing around a basketball in
his own private little cage.

�Good answer,�
Bagwell smiled as they took the last few steps towards the occupied bleachers.
�Hello boys, did you miss me?�

�Hell yeah,� a
stout inmate replied leering at Michael who was blushing from the scrutiny. �Is
this your new Maytag?�

�Naturally,�
Bagwell bragged. �I told you he�d be mine, didn�t I?�

�You going to
share him with us?� a tall burly inmate asked from the top of the bleachers.

T-Bag slapped
Scofield on the ass, �Well now that depends on Pretty here, isn�t that right?�

Michael continued
staring at Lincoln trying to ignore Bagwell�s crudeness, but he looked away
when he saw Lincoln looking back at him with confusion and anger
flashing across his face. He knew that his brother wasn�t stupid and would be
able to put two and two together; his baby brother hanging out with the likes
of Bagwell and the Purity gang couldn�t bode well, and Michael feared that
Lincoln would blow the whistle on the whole plan.

�I asked you a
question Scofield,� T-Bag stated while snapping his fingers in front of
Michael�s face in an attempt to get the younger con�s attention. Bagwell could
see the sudden fear that radiated on Michael�s features and looked around the
Yard for the source of Michael�s uneasiness. He spotted Lincoln Burrows gripping his private fence and staring
at them from across the Yard and smirked, �What�s this Pretty? You got Linc the Sink�s attention too?�

Michael risked a
look over at his brother and could see that the older man�s nostrils were
flaring, and Michael wanted nothing more than to walk over and reassure the
other man that all would work at in the end, but Bagwell wasn�t going to let
him wander the Yard alone; especially now that he� was T-Bag�s property.

�If I didn�t know
better I would think that Burrows is pissed off at one of us,� Bagwell
reasoned. �But that would mean that he would have to know you or something,
right?�

Michael looked
away from his protective brother and shrugged, �I don�t have a clue why he�s
looking at us like that.�

�Sure you don�t Pretty,� Bagwell replied staring Burrows down. Unlike other
inmates, he wasn�t afraid of Linc the Sink and he had
no intention of letting the other man interfere with his plans for Michael. �But
for the record, if I find out you�ve lied to me yet again, I�ll��

�Spare me your
threats Bagwell,� Michael hissed. �I don�t even know who the fuck he is. Why is
he in his own cage?�

Bagwell looked at
the younger man suspiciously, �Everybody knows that�s Lincoln Burrows.� When he got no hint of acknowledgment
from Michael he continued, �He killed the vice-president�s brother and now he�s
on Death Row waiting for his execution.�

Michael chose to
play off Lincoln�s fuming and Bagwell�s suspicions and instead casually sat
down on the bottom bleacher looking uninterested in the Burrow story, �Fascinating�am
I suppose to be impressed by him?�

�I�m not,�
Bagwell snapped. �So there�s no need for you to be.� Instinctively, T-Bag knew
that there was something going on between Burrows and Scofield but before he could
press Michael further for information a guard called out across the Yard
needing Scofield in the infirmary.

Michael was
secretly relived when he was called away from Lincoln�s intense stare and
Bagwell�s insistent questions, �See you later lover.�

Bagwell couldn�t
help but to laugh at Scofield�s sarcasm, �I�m looking forward to it Pretty.�
T-Bag watched the lithe body walking towards the gate wondering if he would
ever be able to solve the mystery called Michael Scofield. �I will break you
boy,� Bagwell mumbled under his breath, �And I�m going to find out why you�re
really in a hellhole like this.�

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Michael made his
way across the Yard feeling Lincoln and Bagwell�s eyes staring him down, but he
focused on blocking out their intense examination and instead began to feel a
sense of panic because he knew that Dr. Tancredi was going to run a test and
find out that he wasn�t a diabetic. He had desperately needed the Pugnac from
C-Note but that part of his plan had failed as well.
Almost
on cue, Michael found himself confronted by C-Note and stared intently at the
other inmate with a stomach clinching in nervousness and apprehension. He
wasn�t sure if C-Note and the other black inmates still believed he was a
willing acquaintance of the racist Purity gang or not.
�I was
wrong about you Scofield,� C-Note acknowledged dropping several capsules of
medicine into Michael�s hand. �Here�s your Pugnac.�
�A little
late,� Michael hotly replied secretly thrilled that C-Note and his gang knew
that he didn�t agree with the Purity�s ideology on racism and bigotry.
C-Note shrugged
in indifference, �Well better late than never, right?�
Scofield,
infirmary!� the guard ordered once again in aggravation.
�We�ll
see about that,� Michael responded in disgust as he walked away from the other
inmate discretely swallowing two capsules of Pugnac without water hoping for a
small miracle.
C-Note watched
the other man walk away wondering what exactly the elusive Scofield was up to, �I�m
going to find out you know�what it is you�re doing up there.�
*************************************

Michael
sat in the chair in the examining room shaking his legs filled with an
uneasiness; worried that the Pugnac wouldn�t have time to get into his system
before the good doctor drew his blood for the test. He couldn�t believe that a
year worth of planning, all of his sacrifices, and all the pain would be for
nothing if he failed the blood test.
Sara
walked in smiling at the charming inmate, �Good morning Michael.�
Michael
plastered a fake smile on his face, �Morning.�
Sara
snapped on a pair of latex gloves and grabbed her glucose testing kit. She
noticed that Scofield seemed tense, but she took Michael�s index finger,
swabbed it, punctured
the skin, and drew the necessary blood.
Michael
watched the doctor placing the swab of blood into the testing kit, �How long
does it take?�
Sara
stripped the gloves from her hands and pushed the necessary buttons on the
glucose tester, �It used to take hours but we�ve come a long way with the new
glucose kits. This will take about ten seconds.� Sara noticed the sheen of
sweat on Scofield�s forehead, �I�m sure you know this, but the average glucose
for a non- diabetic is about one hundred milligrams per deciliter. We see a
number like that here and we know you�ve been misdiagnosed.�
Sara
watched as her patient fidgeted and glanced over at the grate in the corner
before rubbing his temples, �You seem nervous.�

Michael mocked surprise, �I do? �
Sara
eyed the inmate suspiciously, �You�re sweating.�
Michael
rubbed at his knees wanting nothing more than the test to be over. �Must be the
needles; never really got use to them.�
Sara
knew the man was lying, and she looked at the glucose tester when it beeped, �Somehow,
with diabetes and that tattoo I find that hard to believe.�
Michael
pulled his shirt sleeve back down his arm feeling like scum lying to the
beautiful woman and he felt embarrassed because he knew that Sara didn�t
believe him.
Tancredi
felt disappointed in the man; she wasn�t sure why she ever thought that
Scofield would be any different from the other inmates. She picked up the
glucose kit and looked at the results, �Ah, bad news I�m afraid.� She
showed Michael the results, �One hundred and eighty milligrams per deciliter.
You are definitely diabetic.�
Forgetting
himself, Michael smiled happily in relief, �Do you need anything else from me?�
Tancredi
hadn�t missed the look of giddiness on Scofield�s face, �Just an arm to stick a
needle in.�
Michael
felt rejuvenated and got up quickly from the chair grateful that something was
finally going as planned, �Okay.�
Tancredi
watched the inmate leaving with almost a bounce in his step, �See you
Wednesday.�
Nurse
Kathy entered the room admiring the handsome features of Scofield�s face as he
left the room, �Cute!�
Tancredi
felt somewhat amiss by Michael�s reaction, �He�s a prisoner�I don�t know. There�s
something strange about him.�
�What
do you mean?�
�I gave
him the results of his blood test and there was this look on his face. It was um�relief,�
Sara replied closing Scofield�s chart and handing it over to Kathy. She
couldn�t put her finger on it, but there was something definitely mysterious
about the new prisoner, and she was determined to solve the puzzle.
******************************************

Michael
was practically bursting in excitement as the CO escorted him back to the
cellblock. For just a moment he was able to block out the nightmare of the last
seven days, the rapes and the pain, and regained a sense of confidence in his
plan, but his happiness was short lived as he saw Bellick approaching.
Bellick
grabbed Michael�s arm in a firm grasp and motioned to the other guard to leave.
�It�s okay. I got it. I�m headed over to the A-wing anyhow.�
Bellick
could feel the anger and resentment radiating off of Scofield�s body and whistled
in amusement.
Michael
suddenly felt sick to his stomach, �You�re positively beaming Boss.�
Bellick
smiled brightly, �Got up on the right side of the bed this morning I guess.�
Bellick turned his head looking at the younger man, �How about you? Whose bed
did you wake up in this morning?�
Michael
clinched his teeth in anger, �You already know that!�
�Why so
hostile Scofield,� Bellick chuckled. �I was only concerned about your safety,
and I knew that Bagwell would keep you safe from those evil men on the
cellblock.� Brad winked at Michael, �Play nice or I�ll give you to someone else
who might not be so compassionate.�
�Compassionate?�
Michael barked. �Do you have any idea what he�s putting me through?�
Bellick
stopped and lewdly pumped his hips in and out towards Michael, �I got a good
idea of what he�s doing to you pretty boy.� Brad looked on in amusement as the
redness of embarrassment crept up Scofield�s neck and face, �I bet you want to
hit me, don�t you? Want to see me get a taste of my own medicine?�
�All
good things come to those who wait,� Michael replied hoping that one day the
asshole got it as good as he gave it.
Bellick
held up his coffee cup and laughed softly as Michael�s subtle warning, �Hold
up. I got to get a refill�don�t you move fishy.�
Michael
seethed in rage as the guard left him to get coffee. Michael had anticipated
that the other prisoners might give him some trouble, but he never fathomed the
possibility that a guard; even the likes of Brad Bellick, would purposely cause
him torment. Michael thought that if he kept his nose clean than the guards
would leave him alone, but Bellick had hated him from the second they had met.
As
Michael was waiting on Bellick, three rather burly men approached and grabbed
him dragging him against his will away from Bellick. �Come with us fish.�
Bellick
stepped out of the guard�s break room and chuckled when he saw Michael being
pushed down the path towards the garden shed where PI kept its landscaping
tools and gear. �You�re making me a fortune Scofield.�
Michael
was escorted into the shed and wasn�t surprised when he found Abruzzi waiting while humming
to himself.
Abruzzi
stopped humming and looked
at Michael, �This little polka that you and I have been at for a while as
of this moment is over.� John patted the wooden table he was sitting on and his
men deposited Michael on the spot. �Fibonacci�I want to know how you got to him
and where he is right now.�
Michael
stared at Abruzzi in defiance, �It�s
not going to happen John.�
Abruzzi nodded, �We�ll
see.� He nodded to his boys who grabbed Michael and held him down on the table.
Michael struggled against the men, but they managed to get his left shoe and
sock off, and they placed gardening shears to his toes in warning.
Abruzzi
looked intently at the long toes of Scofield knowing that the younger man would
break with the threat of cutting his appendages off, �I�m going to count to
three�one.�
Michael
knew that the gangster would go through with the threat, but he pushed down his
own fear determined to keep the location of Fibonacci to himself. The man in
witness protection who was set to testify against John�s boss was Michael�s
trump card, and he wasn�t willing to give it up. �I give you that information
I�m a dead man. You know it and I know it.�
Abruzzi ignored Michael�s
bravado. �Two.�
Michael
clinched his teeth looking on in dread as the other men held the shears to his vulnerable
toes, �I�ll tell you the moment we�re outside those walls. Not a second
before.�
Abruzzi was growing
impatient, �Tell me now.�
�Not
happening John,� Michael hissed in rebelliousness.
�I�ll
give you one last chance,� Abruzzi warned the
uncooperative prick. John actually felt somewhat impressed by the younger man�s
willingness to be mangled and scarred, but he had to hold true to his threat, and
when he got nothing but silence from Scofield he nodded to his men to
do the deed. �Three!�
Michael prepared
himself for the blade to slice through his toes and to disfigure him for life,
but he knew that in the long run securing Abruzzi�s cooperation was going to be
well worth the awkwardness of a couple missing toes if he could get Lincoln and
himself away from Fox River and to safety where no one else could ever hurt
them again.

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