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T-Bag made his way
into the metal shop slipping the guard some coinage as he did so. He headed for
the cage where a Purity member was working determined to get his hands on
something that would stop Abruzzi from ever touching his property again.

Bagwell approached his friend with a Bible in his hand, �I�m looking to do some
damage.�

�Well you�ve come to the right place,� the other man grinned at the Alabamian.

�I want to do it slow
like,� Bagwell explained wiggling his fingers. �Inflict the maximum amount of
pain so a guy wishes he�d just die. You know, get it over with but just can�t
quite get there.�

�Oh, I got that. I
got that,� the man whispered bending down underneath a workbench to retrieve
the perfect weapon. �Look at this right here boss.� He showed T-Bag a blade with five sharp edges
jutting out from one side. �I call it the gutter.
Jam it up there in the stomach. These bits right here hook onto the intestines
and when you pull back, poor suckers. His guts are hanging right out of his
stomach, and he�ll get a good look at them because the wound is not fatal�at
least not until the infection sets in.�

T-Bag
stared at the weapon appreciatively before placing it inside the hollowed
out Bible, �You�re one sick puppy, you know that?�

�Thank you,� the
other man replied proudly. �By the way, do I know the lucky man who will be
getting all of the gutter�s attention?�

T-Bag patted his
friend on the shoulder, �Let�s just say that a certain Sicilian is going to
learn a valuable lesson about the dangers of touching what�s mine��

******************************************************

Day Nine

It had been two days
since the savage attack on his foot, and Michael found it difficult walking
around in his prison-issued boots due to the tightness of the leather up
against his damaged appendages. He limped around the Yard doing his PI duty,
raking grass shavings into a pile, while sneaking glances over at Lincoln who
was obviously angry at the fact that his kid brother had been so viciously
attacked.

Lincoln looked on from the other side of the fence, his fists clasped together,
and his jaw clenched tightly, �I�m going to kill that scum.� Lincoln tore his
gaze off of Michael and looked hatefully over at Abruzzi, �That son-of-a-bitch
will fucking pay for doing this to you.�

Michael looked over his shoulder at Abruzzi, �You won�t. You kill him and you
kill our express ticket out of here.�

�Look what he did to you Michael,� Lincoln seethed in rage as he shook
the fence with his hands ignoring the guard�s warning glare. �You�re not
going to last a second in this place unless I do something about it.�

Michael attempted to calm his brother�s escalating temper, �You ever heard of
Top Flight Charters?�

Lincoln looked down at Michael�s injured foot and
back over at the Sicilian. Visions of slow painful death for the mobster ran
rampant through his thoughts, but he tore his attention from the murderer and
once again focused on Michael and his utterly calm exterior despite all the
pain he must be in. �Yeah.�

Michael continued to rake the same area over and over again hoping that the
guard wouldn�t notice, �They operate flights from small air fields across the
mid west. Like the one ten miles
from here. They�re run by a Shell Company.� He looked
back over at Abruzzi who was playing poker at a small table in the Yard, �Abruzzi owns that Shell Company. We get him on
board, there�s going to be a midnight flight waiting for us the night we get
outside those walls.�

Lincoln couldn�t believe the shit he was hearing.
All of this rested on the shoulders of the notorious John Abruzzi? �You�re
willing to risk the entire escape on a guy you don�t even know?�

�Preparation can only take you so far,� Michael began looking up at the
watchtower that housed two guards with assault rifles, �After that, you got to take
a few leaps of faith.�

Lincoln walked away from the fence obviously pissed off at the whole idea of
Abruzzi getting away with what he had done the Michael�s toes, �Abruzzi�s a
huge leap of faith Michael, and I�m not happy with the thought of him getting
away with what he�s done to you.�

Michael worried that Lincoln would get himself thrown in the SHU if he didn�t
deescalate the matter, �You can pay him back after we�re out of here if that
makes you happy, but I don�t want you to do anything that�s going to get you in
even more trouble.�

Lincoln walked back over to his brother. �Yeah,
because you�re doing such a great job of staying out of trouble.�

�I can take care of
myself Lincoln,� Michael reassured his tenacious brother.

Lincoln looked down
at Michael�s aching foot, �That begs to differ�and how exactly is the notorious
T-Bag doing?�

Michael lowered his
eyes to the ground and took an involuntary step away from his all-knowing
brother, �It�s nothing I can�t handle.�

�Bullshit Michael,� Lincoln snapped. �I know when you�re fucking
lying, so don�t try to fucking do it now.�

�The only thing that
Bagwell is doing to me is slowing down the digging progress,� Michael lied.

Lincoln stepped up closer to the fence so as to whisper,
�And that would be because he�s always in your cell rather than his own,
right?�

Michael reluctantly
looked into Lincoln�s knowing eyes, �Yes.�

�And what exactly
would you two be talking about all alone in your cell,� Lincoln asked not
wanting to hear the truth but already knowing the reality of what the rapist
would do to a man that looked like Michael. �And don�t you dare tell me sports,
southern cooking, and engineering.�

�Back away from the
fence Scofield!� a CO barked loudly, �Ten feet or more!�

Michael was thankful
for a change for the guards interrupting the conversation and immediately made
to leave so as to avoid any further conversation about Bagwell, �I got to go.�

Lincoln watched
Michael rushing away filled with guilt and remorse for being the cause of
Michael�s injuries, but more importantly he felt a sense of renewed hope of
getting out of Fox River, and hoped that he could take down Bagwell and Abruzzi
in the process. �They will pay for this Mikey�I
promise.�

*****************************************

Sara studied the
mangled foot of Michael Scofield pleased with the progress. She wrapped the
last of the gauze around the damaged appendages, �No redness or swelling so
there�s no sign of infection. We�ll keep you on antibiotics for the next ten
days.� She took two pieces of tape and taped the gauze securely
around Michael�s foot, �Michael, you understand by law that I�m obligated to
file a report if I feel like there�s been prisoner misconduct. There�s no way
this injury happened�� she watched as Michael slowly puts his sock and shoe
back on, �by stepping on a blade in the gardening shed.�

Michael tied his shoelace not looking at the concerned woman, �If you file a
report things could get a lot worse for me.�

�They�re not already?� Sara asked.

Michael looked at her while pushing his pants leg back down, �Not compared to
what they could be.� He smiled sadly, �I�ve made some enemies.�

Sara leaned up against the wall looking intently at the handsome troubled
inmate, �Yeah�You scared?� She sighed in aggravation when she only got silence
from her patient, �Men�okay, here�s what I think. I think you are scared and
you wouldn�t be human if you weren�t scared in a place like this.�

�When I was young, I couldn�t sleep at night,� Michael began looking hesitantly
at the young doctor, �because I thought there was a monster in the closet, but
my brother told me there wasn�t anything in the closet but fear.� He saw that
Sara smiled and he grinned in return before continuing. �He said that fear
wasn�t real. That it wasn�t made of anything just�air. Not even that. He said
you just have to face it. You just have to open that closet and the monster would
disappear.� Michael looked sadly at
the floor remembering how hard his childhood had been, how he had feared the
darkness of closets, and the monsters that lived inside them; but now the
monsters were in the daylight too, and there was nothing Lincoln could do to
stop them.

�Brother sounds like a smart man,� Sara acknowledged not missing the sadness on
the man�s face.

Michael looked up at the doctor, �He is�in here though, you face your fear, you
open that door, and there�s a hundred more doors behind it; and the monsters
that are hiding behind them are all real.�

Sara felt nothing but concern and empathy for the man in front of her, and her
heart clenched in distress at the haunting tone of his voice. �If you want I
could recommend that you be sent to Ad-Seg.�

Michael slowly stood shaking his head, �With the rape victims and the snitches?
No thanks.�

�It would keep you
safe,� Sara added hoping that the inmate would take her up on her offer.

Michael walked past the doctor heading towards the door, �I think I�d like to
face the monsters on my own.�

Sara watched in
trepidation as the inmate walked out of her examining room worried that she
would be spending even more time stitching up his injuries and putting him back
together. She just didn�t understand why a man like Scofield, a man with his
intelligence and his drive, would be in a place like Fox River; and even more
importantly, why would he choose to stay in the Gen Pop if he knew that the other
inmates were going to prey upon him when he could have the safety of Ad-Seg?

******************************

John Abruzzi watched
from his third-tier cell as Scofield limped his way
down the cellblock and up the stairs to his second-tier cell. His boss, Philly Falzone had
paid him a visit earlier in the day, threatening his children if he didn�t get
Fibonacci�s location out of Scofield, and he knew that he had to figure out a
way to get Scofield to break. It was obvious that violence wasn�t going to work
with Scofield.

�I say we take the
whole foot next time,� one of John�s henchman remarked as they both watched the
injured inmate hobbling up the metal stairs.

John observed the younger man walking down the second-tier and stopping in
front of his cell. �We could cut off all his limbs, but he still wouldn�t talk.
Pain�s not the answer here,� Abruzzi replied watching in interest as Scofield obviously tensed when he saw
Bagwell sitting on his bunk. He didn�t miss the predatory gaze that Bagwell
cast upon Scofield, and he smiled knowingly, �I think I just might know how to
get that prick to cooperate.� He saw Bagwell patting the bunk indicating that
he wanted Scofield to sit beside him. He had seen it over and over again at Fox River. Young healthy men reduced to whores and made
to be Maytags by men like Bagwell, and he never once
lifted a finger to stop the sexual carnage; but this time, he might just have
the right motivation to do so, �Maybe the Beatles were right. Maybe all you
need is love.�

**************************************

T-Bag licked his lips as the younger man sat on the bunk
next to him with no argument, �Well, you�re certainly being obliging today.�

�I�m too tired to fight and too sore,� Michael honestly
replied. �What do you want?�

Bagwell�s hand caressed the other man�s thigh, �I think
you know that already Pretty.� T-Bag�s hand roamed up
further to grope at Michael�s crotch, �It�s been days since I�ve been inside you��

�I need more time to heal,� Michael argued trying to
ignore the pressure Bagwell was putting on his groin.

�You�re healed enough,� Bagwell replied flicking a tongue
out and caressing Michael�s sensitive earlobe. �You�re not bleeding anymore.�

Michael yanked his ear away from Bagwell�s wet tongue.
�Doesn�t mean it doesn�t hurt.�

�I won�t hurt it anymore, I promise,� T-Bag smirked
looking at the other man�s gloomy eyes. �Just let T take care of you, okay?�

Michael was too mentally and physically exhausted to put
up much of a fight, and part of him screamed inside to struggle, to fight the
older man, but the rational side of his brain knew that it was a waste of time
arguing when the other man would win as always. He knew how much harder Bagwell
could make his life if he refused, so he simply nodded in approval and let the
older man pull him in closer. He closed his eyes as the heat and wetness of
Bagwell�s tongue on his ear and neck made him involuntarily moan. He was
ashamed at how easily his body betrayed him when Bagwell�s caresses were tender
and gentle, �Could you please close the curtain?�

Bagwell pulled away from his newest acquisition and
smiled tenderly, �Of course I could Pretty.� He got up
from the bunk and began pulling the curtain down, �I wouldn�t want your dignity
tarnished on my account.�

�A little too late for that, don�t you think?� Michael
angrily snapped.

Bagwell smiled proudly as finished with the white curtain,
�That�s right, I suppose it is, but it doesn�t mean I want those other men out
there watching you come undone under my masterful hands.�

Michael couldn�t help the bark of laughter that came out,
�You are so full of yourself.�

�I�m not the only one in this here cell with a problem
with arrogance and conceitedness,� Bagwell hinted as he pulled off his t-shirt
and slipped out of his pants. �You rode up in here on your high horse, and you
haven�t made a move to get off it yet, so don�t come up in here throwing that
shit in my face Boy.�

Sensing that Bagwell�s infamous anger was boiling to the
surface, Michael chose to ignore the insult and instead lay back on the bunk
leaving his legs on the floor. He spread his thighs in invitation hoping that
he could get Bagwell to simmer down, �Just shut up and come over here.�

Bagwell looked at the inviting thighs spread before him
like a buffet and licked his lips, �I like the sound of that Pretty.� Clothed
only in his prison-issued underwear, Bagwell knelt down on his knees and began
carefully taking off Scofield�s boot trying hard not to cause the other man
unnecessary pain. He studied the white bandages, only a bit of blood on the
tip, and swore to himself that John Abruzzi would die for scarring such a
perfect creature.

�You just sit back Pretty and
let T take care of you,� he whispered tenderly. As much as he hated to admit it
to himself, the unusual gifted man had gotten underneath his skin, and Bagwell
found that he was rather fond of Scofield. He ran his hands confidently up
Michael�s thighs, up his hips, and started to pull the pants and underwear off
lean delicious hips that made his mouth water. The boy�s white milky thighs
made his heart speed up, and the taste of Michael�s skin on his tongue made his
cock throb in need. He snaked his wet warn tongue up Michael�s bare thighs,
pushing the inviting legs even further apart while pushing the confining
clothes off long lanky legs.

Michael looked up at the bunk above him and saw what
looked like a jagged blade tucked underneath the coils. Instinctively, he knew
that was meant for Abruzzi.
Michael wanted John to pay for what he did to him, but the Sicilian was too
intricate to his plan, and so the idea of Bagwell killing Abruzzi with the
crude weapon made Michael distressed and anxious.

�You always taste so good Pretty,�
Bagwell crooned from the floor. �And you just have the most amazing smell�makes
me so fucking hard just standing next to you.�

�I suppose I should thank you for that compliment but
it�s disturbing on too many levels,� Michael replied tearing his eyes away from
the gutter blade and back down to Bagwell who was making his way up closer to
his hidden treasure. He closed his eyes as he felt his right thigh pushed to
his chest leaving his hurt foot still on the ground. He knew what was coming
next, and as much as he hated to admit it to himself, it did feel strangely
good when Bagwell licked his entry.

�Let�s get you a little closer shall we,� Bagwell
commented before pulling Michael�s hips to the edge of the bed. �That�s
better,� he groaned as he looked at the pink hole that awaited his attention.
He pushed his own underwear off his hips and pulled at his hardened member
coating his finger with precum, �Such a beauty�so
perfect.� He took his finger and traced it around the edges of Michael�s
sensitive pucker, �I want to feast on that little hole�open it up with my
tongue.�

Michael chewed on his lip trying to curtail his own
excitement as the other man�s head went down between his thighs and began
eating his hole with eager licks and exploring fingers. He hated Bagwell for
doing this to him, for desecrating and humiliating him, but also for making him
enjoy it so. He would rather have the hateful angry Bagwell fucking his mouth
rather than this manipulative bastard who was making him feel reluctant
pleasure, but the agony he felt in his toes left him with no choice but to
illicit the tender Teddy, as the rapist often called himself, at this
particular moment.

Bagwell could practically feel the boy thinking about the
entire situation and pulled away from the now red and wet hole, �Stop
over-thinking this Scofield. Just enjoy yourself.�

Michael clenched his fingers into the sheets as Bagwell
inserted two fingers inside his tightness trying to stretch him open, �I don�t
want to feel pleasure from you.�

T-Bag watched in fascination as his fingers slid into
Scofield�s warmth, �You can�t deny what the body craves.� He spat on his
fingers and blew on Michael�s wet hole loving how the boy�s ass clenched around
his fingers, �This little pussy hole is a slut for cock, and you can�t deny
that.�

Michael attempted to push his thigh away from his chest
and kick out at the asshole for saying such hurtful things, but the Alabamian
squeezed his other foot right above his mangled toes in warning.

�Just calm down Pretty,� Bagwell smiled scissoring his
fingers inside Michael�s body. �There�s nothing wrong with being a slut.�

�Shut the fuck up,� Michael hissed in anger.

Bagwell snickered at Michael�s apparent anger and
hostility and pulled his fingers out of the other man�s ass, �Such language
Pretty�you really should watch that mouth of yours.� Teddy pushed Michael�s
thigh down even further and shoved his tongue back inside Scofield�s silky hole.
He loved the feel of the puckered orifice on his tongue; the slickness of
Michael�s insides as his tongue explored further. He could hear soft moans from
above as his tongue teased and excited Scofield�s body and his own prick leapt
in anticipation.

He reluctantly pulled away from the tasty hole, spat on
his hand, and stroked his own cock, �You ready for me Pretty?
Want me to fuck you?�

Michael shook his head in rejection and looked at the
curtain knowing that Bagwell would do what he wanted to do anyway, but he still
hated the feeling of the other man�s hardness as it began invading his most
private of places.

T-Bag stood up, bent over the cot pressing Michael�s
thigh onto his bare chest, and began slowly pushing inside the velvety
tightness of Scofield�s body being careful not to knock Michael�s injured foot.
He had to twist his hips with each thrust so that he could slide in without
resistance, and avoid jarring Michael�s other thigh, but he soon found a rhythm
that felt pleasurable; and he began pounding in and out of Scofield�s sweet
tight ass.

�You like that?� Bagwell asked smiling as he watched his
thick girth pushing inside the other man. �Like my cock in you?� He nipped and licked
at the thigh which was close to this mouth thanks to the strange angle, �I know
you do Scofield�your little moans and whimpers are telling me you do.�

Michael shook his head emphatically in denial, but he
couldn�t keep the soft moans at bay. The truth was that the other man was
stoking his prostate with each corkscrew thrust, and his own dick was throbbing
from the stimulation.

Bagwell smiled at Michael�s vigorous denial, �You�re only
lying to yourself Pretty�I can feel that you like this.� He pulled all the way
out of the body beneath him only to shove back inside in one smooth stroke, �My
little bitch loves getting fucked open, and we both know it.�

�No,� Michael whimpered as he felt Bagwell grabbing his
shaft. �Please don�t call me that.�

T-Bag eagerly licked his lips and whistled in
appreciation as Michael�s cock throbbed in his hand, �You�re as hard as steel
Pretty.� He stroked at the swollen shaft in urgency. His own orgasms
threatening to overtake him at any moment, �Give me that cum Pretty. Let me see
you lose it.�

�I hate you,� Michael whispered as his climax began
racing to completion. �Hate you so fucking much,� he repeated as his seed
erupted from his prick splashing his stomach with the warm creamy release.

�I know you do,� T-Bag groaned as Scofield�s ass clenched
around his cock, �but that�s okay�fuuckkkk�.damn�.that�s
it Pretty�make me cum in you.�

Michael could feel Bagwell�s tainted release jettisoning
inside him, coating him with the other man�s evil, and he closed his eyes tightly
willing the tears away as the other man continued to thrust in and out of his
channel until every last drop of sperm had been deposited inside.

Bagwell slid in and out of Scofield�s wetness a few more
times before finally pulling all the way out, �Damn, that was amazing.� He let
go of Michael�s thigh and bent down to kiss the other man�s forehead before
turning around to put back on his underwear. �I think that makes it official�you�re
the best bitch I�ve had yet.�

Michael nostrils flared at the other man�s taunt and he watched
in bitter hatred as the other man leapt up onto the top bunk. He lay in the bed
trying to ignore the cool liquid that was oozing out of him and his own release
on his stomach, and instead stared again at the jagged blade tucked in behind
the coils on the cot above. He suddenly realized
that the answer to his problem just might be right in front of his eyes�the
question was would he ever get the chance to use it?

**************************************

Day Ten

Michael made his way
outside into the Yard along with all the other inmates looking for a safe place
to sit and think. Another night of abuse, and Michael wondered how much more he
could take for the cause. He was behind in his plan, barely getting to dig
because Bagwell slipped in his cell whenever he felt like it, and Abruzzi wasn�t exactly cooperating. The only thing
working so far was his faked diabetes and the trusting relationship he was
building with Doctor Tancredi. He winced in regret at having to use her. She
and Warden Pope were the innocent victims in his plan, but as much as he hated
using them, he knew it was a necessary evil.

�Look fish,� Abruzzi began slipping in beside the younger
inmate as they were escorted out into the Yard. �I�ve been going about this
whole thing the wrong way�.I want to start over.�

Michael looked wearily at the other man choosing to remain silent.

Abruzzi walked side
by side with Scofield understanding Scofield�s lack of trust, �I�m trying
to make amends here. Bygones be bygones?�

Michael looked at the Sicilian�s offered hand of apology suspiciously, �You�re
a mercurial man John.�

�I prefer bold,� Abruzzi grinned taking his hand back when Michael
didn�t shake it. �I want to hear more about what you have planned.�

�And Fibonacci,�
Michael probed wondering if the other man would try another attack if he didn�t
give up the other man�s location.

Abruzzi needed Fibonacci�s location like yesterday, but he decided to play
along with the fish for the time being, �Tell me what you need from me.�

Michael was relieved that the other man was finally playing into the plan, �A
trade. You get me on a plane and I�ll get you Fibonacci.�

Abruzzi looked over his shoulder to make sure no
one was listening, �What do you need a plane for?�

Michael grinned squinting up into the bright sunlight, �I think you know.�

Abruzzi understood that the other man meant to escape with the use of his
plane, �If I help you I�m in, you know that don�t you?

Michael looked at the other man in understanding, �I do.�

Abruzzi nodded in agreement, �I just got to know the exact date and time.�

�I�ll tell you soon
enough,� Michael replied already knowing that the Sicilian would not be
pleased.

Abruzzi frowned, �Soon enough ain�t
going to cut it. I need to be outside those walls before Fibonacci testifies.�

Michael smirked, �You will be.�

Abruzzi was skeptical at the other man�s apparent confidence, �He testifies in
one month.�

�Then you�ll be out in plenty of time,� Michael reassured the other man.

�You better cut the crap and tell me the exact date and time so I can start
making the arrangements,� Abruzzi warned frustrated that the little shit was trying to take control again.

Michael looked at John in doubt, �I don�t know if I can trust you with that
information yet.�

Abruzzi�s brows arched in disbelief. �Why the hell
not?�

�Like I said John, you�re a mercurial man,� Michael explained as they entered
the open area of the Yard.

�If you screw me in this little arrangement you�ll be a corpse,� John
threatened.

�Speaking of
corpses,� Michael began hoping to get rid of his biggest problem in Fox River, �Bagwell�s gunning for you.�

Abruzzi stopped in
his tracks looking down at Michael�s injured foot, �Because I touched his
property?�

Michael wasn�t proud
of what he had been reduced to, but it was apparent to all the other inmates that
Bagwell did have much control over him. �Yes, and he�s planning on gutting you
first chance he gets.�

Abruzzi squinted from the bright sunlight and
studied the younger face in front of him. �Why you telling me this?�

�Because you�re my
ticket out of here John,� Michael explained, �and I can�t do what I need to do
with Bagwell breathing down my neck all the time.�

John knew that
Bagwell was doing a hell of a lot more than simply breathing down Scofield�s
neck, and he could understand why the younger man would be anxious to get rid
of the rapist and pedophile, �I�ll see what I can do then,� Abruzzi grinned
knowingly, �after all, I�d hate for anything to get in the way of me getting
Fibonacci.�

************************************

Bagwell waited in the mess line for his slop of food
wondering where Scofield had gotten off too.
He could still smell the other boy�s erotic scent on him, and his dick
jumped in anticipation at taking the boy again. It was a fact that Michael
Scofield was proving to be the most challenging and rewarding piece of ass he
had ever had the pleasure of claiming, and soon the whole prison would know
what would happen to them if they dared to touch or covet his property.

Without warning, two larger inmates pushed their way
through the crowded line, grabbed Bagwell from behind trapping his arms behind
his back. He was shoved through a door which led to a custodial room, and felt
one of the men reaching into the back of his pants and snatching the gutter blade
out.

�Give me that back,� Bagwell snarled kicking out his feet
trying to dislodge the other inmates.

�Now, why would he want to do that,� Abruzzi
asked stepping out from behind a stack of boxes. �Theodore�it seems that you
and I need to come to an understanding of sorts.�

Bagwell hated to be trapped, but he knew he couldn�t fend
off all three of them without a weapon, so he stopped struggling and looked at
the Sicilian in feigned surprise, �Whatever about John?�

�I think you already know the answer to that Bagwell,�
John replied taking the gutter knife from the other inmate. He held it up into
the light and ran his finger down the jagged edges, �Why in the world would you
need something like this?�

Bagwell swallowed hard in dread as he watched the
Sicilian caressing the blade, �You know there�s always drama going on up in
here, and I just wanted to protect myself and��

�And your property,� John asked interrupting the
Alabamian�s reply. �You want to gut me for touching your precious Scofield,
isn�t that right?�

�Now why would I do that?� T-Bag began trying to pull his
arms free once again. �You think I�m stupid enough to do something like that
and bring your whole mob down on my head?

�Yes, I do,� John replied quickly, �but you and I are
going to come to this understanding about Scofield.� He ran the jagged blade
down Bagwell�s cheek, across his neck, and down to his stomach, �You so much as
touch one hair on that boy�s head again without my permission and it will be
you trying to push your guts back into your stomach, do you understand me Theodore?�

Bagwell clenched his jaw tight staring daggers of hatred
at Abruzzi even as the pointed edge of the gutter blade was pressed lightly
against his fragile stomach, �Who made
you his protector?�

�I did,� John smiled brightly backing away from the
rapist as his men tossed the smaller man across the room. He carefully placed
the blade in the back of his pants as he watched his two men kicking at
Bagwell�s ribs and face, �I want him out of commission for at least a
week�longer if he fights back.�

The sounds of Bagwell�s grunts of pain were like music to
John�s ear as he opened the door and stepped out back into the mess hall making
his way towards Scofield to tell him the good news. He hoped that by taking out
Bagwell, the fish would be able to get the ball rolling on his plan of escape,
and as much as he hated being kept in the dark on the plan, he had to admit to
himself that the idea of being a free man once again gave him plenty of
motivation to play Scofield�s game.

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Michael opened up his
book to reveal the carefully hidden Allen bolt in a space in the spine of the book.
He went over to the toilet and started to unscrew the bolt at the top of the
toilet. Michael had been told the good
news about Bagwell�s injuries just an hour earlier and had set out to dig
behind the toilet. He knew that Bagwell would be pissed if he figured out that
it was he who had warned Abruzzi of the eminent attack, but he knew that
Abruzzi would keep Bagwell away from him as long as the plan continued to
progress. He should have been at least half way through the hole by now, but
instead he had just barely begun. It would take hours of non-stop digging on
his part to catch up, but with Bagwell out of the way for at least a week, he
felt confident that he could catch up.

�Open on forty!� Bellick commanded.

Michael stood up quickly, shoved the bolt into his pocket, and watched wearily
as the cell door opened revealing a smirking Bellick.

�Scofield, I found you a new cellie,� Brad beamed.
�As luck would have it I found him in the psych ward, and you�re the only guy
with an empty tray so��

�Psych ward,� Michael interrupted not believing that even Bellick would stoop
so low.

�You got a problem
with that?� Brad asked as he pulled out his Billy stick. �Cause if you do,
feel free to drop it in my suggestion box,� he gloated as he tapped the inner
rim of the toilet with the stick.
�Haywire, get in here,� Brad barked.

Michael watched in
dread as a scrawny sickly looking man entered the cell not sure how this was
going to play in his plans. He wondered how crazy the man was�

As if he had heard
Michael�s thoughts, Bellick offered some helpful advice, �Oh and Scofield, just
a heads up, don�t make eye contact with him.�

Michael could here
Bellick whistling in joy as he made his way down the tier, and at that moment,
there was no one in Fox
River that Michael
despised more.

The haggard looking Haywire looked around at his new cell and then at his new cellmate.
Michael looked away quickly, choosing to take Bellick�s advice and not make eye
contact with the apparently emotionally disturbed man. He could here the other
man sniffing around the cell like a dog marking its territory, and he
momentarily wondered if the other man would hike up his leg and pee on the
wall. He rubbed his hand over his slick head in frustration and cradled his
head in his hands as his new cellmate came over towards him sniffing at his
uniform. In any other circumstances it would have been tragically funny, but
this newest roadblock could prove to be the one that derailed his plans
permanently. Michael didn�t even want to think about what Abruzzi would do to
him if his plan failed, and he was positive that without John�s protection, Bagwell
would reclaim his property and most likely seek revenge for his betrayal; and
that thought made Michael shudder in dread.

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Thanks to all of you who have lovingly hounded me over
the last couple of months to continue this series. For the first time in
months, my muses felt like cooperating. This was actually fun to write and it
didn�t feel forced. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed creating
it.
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