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Day Four

Michael made his
way out to the Yard enjoying the cool Illinois air and thankful that he had lost Ripper on
the way. The other man had stopped to make small talk with some other cons and
Michael had simply kept moving out into the Yard. He needed to get his hands on
the bolt, and he knew he wouldn�t be able to get it if he had the racist hulk
in the way. Michael felt bad for lying the night before; trying to get Rip to
turn on the black inmates from the first day, but he had seen the way some of
the black inmates had looked at him, and it made him feel somewhat justified in
his deception.

Michael had not
been in Fox River long, but he could sense a change in the atmosphere in the
Yard. There was a strong buzz among the inmates and aggression and testosterone
seemed to be catching on like wildfire. Michael could sense that the other
inmates were taking sides in some sort of dispute he knew nothing about and he
felt more in danger and in need of protection more than ever before. He could
see the other inmates looking out of the corner of their eyes at him and some
of the men made their interests in him quite apparent. Michael�s stomach tensed
in dread as he made his way through the gate towards the bleachers the Purity
usually occupied hoping that the other inmates would keep their distance.

Michael ran his
long fingers along the back of the bleachers feeling for the type of
screwdriver needed to unscrew each bolt and he knew that the bolt he was
looking for required a flathead screwdriver not a Phillips. For months Michael
had looked over the blueprints of Fox River all the way down to the smallest detail, and
he had to have the 7/16� bolt; no other would do. Unlike most people, Michael
had a penchant for details, and finding the correct bolt was a relatively easy
task. Once he located the bolt, he walked up to the top of the bleacher, sat
down, and began twisting the head of the bolt with a quarter. He could feel the
rusty steel as it turned inside its wooden confines and looked out casually
onto the Yard watching as other inmates lifted weights and smoked their
cigarettes. Michael knew that it was only a matter of time before Ripper caught
up to him, and the other man had made it quite clear the night before that he
was to keep his hands off the bolt, but Michel wasn�t going to let some redneck
Klan member ruin his elaborate plan, so he twisted the bolt quicker eager to
get it out of the bleacher and into the safety of his hand.

�Well, well,
well�what do we have here?� a voice asked from behind.

Michael recognized
the voice instantly and clenched his eyes shut in frustration, �Just me sitting
here trying to stay out of trouble.�

�You sure about
that Pretty,� T-Bag asked as he strutted slowly over towards Michael.
�According to Rip, you just seem to keep getting yourself in trouble. I hear
you are having some difficulties of the African persuasion.�

�Nothing I can�t
handle,� Michael snapped opening his eyes and looking over his shoulder at the smaller
inmate and his boy toy.

�You mean nothing
that Ripper can�t take of,� T corrected leaning up against the side of the
bleachers. �If I didn�t know better Scofield I would think that you were trying
to set old Rip up and get him killed.�

Michael�s hand
froze and he stopped twisting the bolt, �Funny�he said the same thing.�

T-Bag stepped up
onto the bleacher, sat down, and looked up at Michael in doubt, �I know what
you�re doing Scofield and it ain�t going to work.�

Michael looked
down at T-Bag in mock innocence while resuming his task of unscrewing the bolt
from the bleacher, �I have no idea what you�re talking about. I�m just trying
to reap the rewards of my forced deal with you two.�

�You keep lying
to me and you�ll truly experience being forced if you know what I mean,� T-Bag
warned. �You keep walking around here like you have choices. When you going to
realize that I own you?�

�Exactly,�
Michael quickly responded. �And that�s why I told Rip about those other inmates
because I know that you would be pissed if anything happened to me.� Michael
looked down at his boots feigning shame and confusion, �I thought you would
want me to tell him. I thought you�d be pleased.�

�Please tell me
you�re not falling for this bullshit,� Maytag whined from T-Bag�s side. �He�s
obviously lying�trying to charm you with his supposed innocence.�

T-Bag snapped his
fingers at the blonde and frowned. �Don�t be so hasty to judge our young Mister
Scofield. He is part of the family after all and family members don�t tell
mistruths to each other. Isn�t that right?�

Michael risked a
look at Maytag who was flushed red with obvious anger and secretly found it
amusing that the other man was jealous of him. �We�re family? Like the
Cleavers? Or maybe you mean like the Addams.�

T-Bag leaned in
closer towards Michael and stared intently, �Your sarcasm is rather
unattractive at times Pretty, but I�m willing to overlook your flaws since your
evident attributes are so overwhelming.�

�That�s a
relief,� Michael replied rolling his eyes and looking back out into the Yard.
�What�s going on out here today? It feels on edge or something.�

�Isn�t it obvious
bitch?� Maytag bitterly asked. �I guess it�s true what they say about beauty
and brains�you can�t have them both.�

�And you�re
acting like an insolent child,� T-Bag sneered at his companion. �Why don�t you
go along with the others and I�ll catch up with you later?�

�I don�t want to
go with the others,� Maytag complained staring daggers of resentment at
Michael.

�That wasn�t a
suggestion Blondie,� T affirmed. �Get your ass out of here!�

�Fucking cunt,�
Maytag barked at Michael as he turned around and walked off hotly.

T-Bag watched his
paramour walking away and smiled
softly, �You�ll have to excuse his behavior. He really is quite fond of me
and tends to get his panties in a wad when he sees me looking at other men.�

�I find that hard
to believe,� Michael mumbled letting his hand fall from the bolt underneath his
leg. It was obvious that he had to give up his course of action for the time
being.

�You�d best watch
your mouth Scofield,� T-Bag warned. �It�s one thing to resist my advancements
but it doesn�t give you the right to insult me to my face.�

Michael
watched in disgust as the older man placed his hand on his knee without
permission and squeezed in warning, �Fine�I�ll insult you behind your back.
Would you like that better?�

T-Bag twisted his
bottom lip into his mouth and mulled Michael�s attitude over while continuing
to squeeze the younger man�s knee. How was it that this young engineer, who
looked and acted like a fish out of water in Fox River, had become so vocal and defiant in only
four days? Usually breaking in new recruits was easy and at times boring, but
Scofield was downright difficult, a pain in the ass really, but fun
nonetheless.

Michael looked at
the older man with contempt in his eyes. The slithering reptile had done
nothing but hamper his plan and now the asshole was trying to keep him away
from the bolt; the key, the way out of his cell. �So what�s going on with the
other inmates? They seem eager to fight or something.�

�It�s the usual
build-up to a race riot, but don�t you worry none about that because I�ll
protect you,� T-Bag smiled widely moving his hand further up Michael�s thigh.
�Rip�s going to slit the throat of that darky that�s been harassing you, and
I�ll watch your backside when the riot breaks out.�

Michael tried to
swallow down the guilt, �Rip�s going to kill the guy?�

�What did you
expect him to do? Ask the man nicely to stay away from my property?� T-Bag
snickered. �You really are naive Scofield, aren�t you? I bet you never had any
troubles in your life before coming here. I bet your life was all peaches and
cream until you decided to rob that bank of yours.�

Michael thought
about his life before Fox
River and
frowned. Mother dying before he finished Elementary School, his father taking
off before he was even born, in and out of foster homes because Lincoln
couldn�t stay out of trouble, and to top it off he had a potentially
debilitating mental condition that he had to struggle against on a normal
basis; yep, life was peaches and cream.

T-Bag looked
around the Yard cautiously before tracing his finger along Michael�s crotch.
�You still with my Pretty? You look like you�re getting lost in your thoughts
again.�

Michael felt the
light teasing strokes along his crotch but did nothing to stop T-Bag�s
advancement, �Just thinking about my perfect life and how much I miss it.�

T-Bag was
surprised that Michael had not pushed his hand away, �You want to talk about
it?� Bagwell had a sudden urge to kiss the pretty fish and make him feel batter
but he controlled his impulses, �Like maybe explain to me why you really robbed
that bank when you obviously didn�t need the money.�

Michael was still
thinking about his childhood trapped in his bleak memories and painful
experiences; the constant bullying he took from the other students because of
his small stature and shyness, his awkwardness around girls, his fear of
abandonment, the foster parents who weren�t all so nice, and the constant fear
in� his gut that Lincoln would be taken
away from him permanently in a drug deal gone bad.

�Pretty�you still
with me,� Bagwell asked stilling his hand. The fish had gone off to another
world obviously entombed in his memories of a not so perfect childhood. �I
guess it wasn�t all peaches and cream then.�

Michael pulled
himself away from the painful memories and instead looked at the man who was
causing his newest bad memories, �No it wasn�t, but I don�t want to talk to you
about it.�

�That�s fine with
me,� T replied coldly. �I�m not really in the caring and sharing mood anyway.�

Michael could
tell that the older man was offended and for the first time wondered if
Theodore Bagwell the Pedophile Extraordinaire had been born evil or had been shaped
and molded by cruel and harmful hands. Surely, evil like Bagwell wasn�t born
into this world. �I guess your childhood wasn�t ideal either.�

�What makes you
think that?� Bagwell sneered. �And don�t even insult me by pretending that you
care!�

�I don�t care,�
Michael replied. �I was just making an observation.�

T-Bag snapped out
and grabbed Michael�s jaw in his hand and squeezed harshly, �You�ve just pushed
me past my limit Pretty. No more gregarious comments are needed or wanted from
you today.�

Michael pushed at
the other man�s chest trying to dislodge the rapist, �Get your hands off me!�

�Tonight�s the
night Pretty�no more games,� Bagwell hissed. �And no more fucking deals!�

�Is there a
problem there Bagwell?� Office Stolte called from the fence.

T released
Michael�s jaw smiling at the officer. �No Sir Boss.� He watched as the officer
continued past them to check on other prisoners, and Bagwell let Michael get up
and walk away from the bleachers knowing that he would have his chance with the
new fish later on that night. �I�ll be catching up with you later little
doggy.�

*************************************
Michael walked into the chapel
obviously shaken up from his altercation with T-Bag looking for his brother. He
needed to feel a sense of safety and Lincoln had always provided him with that feeling
growing up. He worried that Lincoln would be taken away from him in the past and
now at Fox
River, but
he knew without a doubt that Lincoln would do everything in his power to protect
his little brother.
Lincoln looked over his shoulder as Michael sat in
the pew behind him worried when he saw the paleness of Mike�s face, �Are you
alright?�
�Yes,� Michael whispered.
Lincoln
had never felt so helpless in his life. His little brother was sacrificing
everything for his miserable ass, �What the hell were you thinking Michael?�
Lincoln looked up at the crucifix of Jesus in frustration knowing that it was
useless to push the effort with his stubborn determined brother, �How are we
doing it?
�The infirmary,� Michael simply
replied.
Lincoln�s brows arched in confusion, �The
infirmary?�
Michael rested his elbows on the
back of Lincoln�s pew, �It�s the weakest link in the
security chain. As long as I get that Pugnac, I�ll get all the access I need.�
Lincoln felt his irritation with
his brother threatening to consume him much like it did when he was younger
trying to raise an emotionally damaged Michael, �What the hell�s a Pugnac?�
�It lowers my insulin to the
point where I�m hypoglycemic and as long as the good doctor thinks I�m diabetic
I�ll have plenty of time in there to do what I need to do,� Michael replied
confidently.
�Which is,� Lincoln insisted.
Michael smiled softly, �A little
work; a little preparation for your arrival�that�s the idea anyway.�
Lincoln felt a tension headache coming on and rubbed
at his forehead, �The idea?�
Michael shrugged, �There�s a
little hitch in getting the Pugnac that�s all. They don�t exactly stock it at
the commissary.�
Lincoln�s voice was tainted with
anger, �You telling me this whole thing is riding on a bunch of pills?�
�Michael looked over at C-Note who was sitting
in the next pew over, �Someone�s working on it as we speak.�
Lincoln looked over
his shoulder at C-Note and sighed, �Now�s not the time to trust a black
inmate Michael.�
�Our relationship transcends
race,� Michael assuredly replied sitting back up against the pew.
Lincoln was always taken back by
his baby brother�s na�ve attitude, �Nothing transcends race Michael. Not in
here�I can�t let you do it. Good behavior and you�re out in three years.�
�We�re going to be out a whole
lot sooner than that,� Michel hinted.
�It can�t be done,� Lincoln began watching as another inmate walked by.
�It can�t be done Michael. No ones ever broken out of Fox River.�
�Every single step has already
been mapped out. Every contingency,� Michel responded trying to reassure his
brother.
�Every contingency,� Lincoln asked in exasperation. �You may have the
blueprints to this place but there�s one thing those plans can�t show you�
people, guys like Abruzzi. You so much as look at them the wrong way
and they�ll cut you up.�
Michael looked over at Abruzzi
who was staring at him attentively, �Far as the rest of these guys are
concerned, I�m just a con doing his time; staying out of trouble.�
�You don�t have to go looking for
trouble in here. It just finds you,� Lincoln snapped. �Like T-Bag�He found you and look
what it�s gotten you.�
�I told you I could handle
T-Bag,� Michael replied through clenched teeth.
�Has he touched you?� Lincoln timidly asked.
�No,� Michael blazingly lied.
�Don�t you lie to me Mike,� Lincoln pleaded. �I deserve to know everything
you�re doing for me.�
�He wants to touch me,� Michael
admitted. �But we�ll be long gone before that happens.�
Lincoln knew in his gut that his little brother was
lying but he couldn�t push the issue considering their location, �This is
madness. You can�t even get out of your cell.�
�Not true,� Michael grinned.
�You got a key?� Linc asked
doubtfully.
�Something like that,� Michael
replied before standing. �I�ll see you later Linc.�
Lincoln listened as Michael walked away and out into
danger once again. Lincoln looked at his cuffed hands and felt an
uncontrollable urge to choke Bagwell�s skinny ass neck. Burrows felt his jaw
twitching in rage, and he clenched his teeth tightly together while squeezing
his hands together imagining the feel of choking Bagwell in his hands. �He�s
going to pay for what he�s doing to you Mike�I swear.�

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

Michael�s palms
itched nervously as he made his way back over towards the bleachers determined
to procure the bolt this time. He had already been stopped once by C-Note who
had once again asked why a snowflake like himself needed up in the infirmary so
bad, but Michael had brushed C-Note off, and C-Note assured Michael that he
would have the Pugnac by the end of the night.

Everywhere he
went he could sense that the other inmates were getting more and more riled up.
It was obvious that T-Bag had been right and that there was a race riot heating
up. He just hoped that he could stay out of the way when the fighting finally
started.

Michael looked
around cautiously and sat back on the bleachers. He quickly set to work and
began unscrewing the bolt from the bleachers trying to do so without drawing
attention from the Purity. Michael could feel the bolt turning and he smiled
when he was able to pull the bolt from its confines. Just as the much needed
bolt was in his hand he heard the dreaded voice of T-Bag.

�Can you believe
this boy?� T asked Maytag and the others as they approached the bleachers. �I
scared him off just few short hours ago and here he is begging for more abuse.�

Michael ignored
the laughs from the other Purity
members who were beginning to surround him like wolves stalking a lamb
while he jumped off the bleachers trying to conceal the bolt in his hand. �You
didn�t scare me off.�

�Sure I didn�t
Pretty,� T-Bag sinisterly grinned. �What you got in your hand?� He watched the
defiance on Michael�s face in amusement, �Hand it over if you know what�s good
for you.�

�Didn�t I tell
you about that bolt?� Ripper asked filled with annoyance. The new fish was a
real pain in the ass but he couldn�t wait to return the favor.

Michael reluctantly
handed the bolt to Bagwell, �I just wanted protection.�

T-Bag looked at
the silver bolt in appreciation, �Fine piece of steel you got. With a little
work it could be made into a mighty fine weapon.�

�Exactly,� Mike
concurred.

�The question is
who are you planning on using it on?� T-Bag suspiciously asked.

�I told you
already,� Michael replied looking around at the group of men who surrounded
him. �I want to be ready if they come after me.�

�More like if we
come after you,� Ripper frowned looking down at the bolt in T-Bag�s hand.

�We got a problem
Girl Scouts?� Officer Patterson asked from the fence.

Bagwell pretended
to yawn, stretched his arm over his head, and dropped the bolt into the waiting
hand of Maytag. �No Boss.� Bagwell turned his attention back to Michael, �I�m
pretty sure that Ripper made it clear that you were not to get your hands on
this bolt, so we might just have to punish you for your disobedience.�

�But I need it,�
Michael responded in almost desperation. �Please�I don�t feel safe.�

�Good,� Maytag
smirked twiddling the bolt in between his fingers. �If it were up to me I�d let
those darkies fuck you open in front of the whole prison and let you bleed to
death.�

�That�s enough,�
Bagwell chuckled along with the other Purity members. �Can�t you see that
Pretty here is already petrified?�

Michael watched
as Maytag placed the bolt in his pocket, �When can it have it back?�

�Break it up
Ladies!� Patterson commanded holding out his rifle in warning.

The Purity
members began scattering and Ripper tossed a seething look at Michael causing
Michael to swallow hard in trepidation. �When it can I get it back?� he asked
Bagwell once again.

T-Bag stepped
closer to the new fish, �After I fuck you.� Bagwell placed his hand around the
back of Michael�s neck and stroked it softly, �And after you�ve begged me to
fuck you again because you�re just so hot for my cock.�

�So you�re
telling me that I�ll never get it back,� Michael replied hotly pushing the
older man�s hand off his neck.

T-Bag chuckled,
�You are a piece of work Scofield�truly astonishing.� Bagwell turned away,
flipped out his pocket, and waited for Maytag to grab it, �Somehow I don�t
think you�ll find tonight that amusing.�

�But I will,� Maytag
smiled hoping that his Theodore tore the little boyfriend stealing cunt up
good.
Michael watched both men walking
away filled with anger and aggravation. The key was gone, he had the wrong
cellie, and Lincoln was scheduled to die in less than four weeks.
He couldn�t help but to remember the words spoken by Lincoln earlier in the day, �You don�t have to go looking for trouble in here. It just finds you.
Like T-Bag�He found you and look what it�s gotten you.� Michael felt an
involuntary shiver run up his spine thinking about what the night would hold
for him. He had only a few hours before nightfall and between the upcoming race
riot, Ripper�s murderous intentions, and T-Bag�s ominous threats Michael
couldn�t help but to feel regret at his decision to help his brother. It wasn�t
that he regretted wanting to help his brother or the sacrifices he made in the
process, but he regretted the lengths in which he had to go to make his plan
work, and most importantly, he hated the look of concern and murderous rage he
saw on Lincoln�s face in the chapel earlier in the day. He knew that Lincoln
would never forgive himself for not being able to protect his baby brother, and
the idea of what Lincoln would do to Bagwell if he ever got his hands on the
rapist was downright terrifying; especially if the night went as Bagwell had
planned.

***************************
Michael
looked at the PI work area nervously
watching as John Abruzzi made marks and comments on a clip board. Michael
didn�t want to approach the mobster, but he was desperate for help in getting
the bolt back from T-Bag.
�What
does it take to shake down another inmate, get something he�s taken from you?�
Michael asked quickly.
Abruzzi stared at the fish
in undisguised disgust, �It would take Fibonacci.�
Michael
grinned softly, �Oh I�ll give you Fibonacci. I promise you that�.when the time
is right.�
Abruzzi
could fill his blood boiling as the kid disrespected him yet again, �The
time is right now.�
Michael
shook his head in denial, �The time is when you and I are standing outside
those walls. You�re sitting on life without parole John. Your never going to
step foot outside those walls again, not unless you knew someone�someone who
knew a way out.� Michael looked around the Yard confident that he had Abruzzi exactly where he
wanted him, �What do you say John?�
�I say
I�ve heard nothing but blabber,� Abruzzi simply replied
walking back into the shed.
Michael
felt his jaw tense up in irritation yet again as Abruzzi walked away. His
day was just getting worse by the moment it seemed. The Sicilian�s cooperation
was crucial to Michael�s plan. Without Abruzzi, Michael�s plan
would be forced into the Plan B mode, and he didn�t want to go that route
unless absolutely necessary.
Michael
sulked back towards the Yard and wondered if the day could possibly get any
worse. Almost on cue, Bagwell walked by him leering suggestively, and Michael
knew at that moment that the day could get much worse and with his luck it
would.
*********************************************

I know that there
was no sex in this installment and many of you might be disappointed, but this
part was already pretty long, and to even set the upcoming Michael/T-Bag scene
up I need a good 6-8 pages, so I promise that the much anticipated deflowering
of a virginal Mike is coming up in the next installment.
darkestangel@darknessprevails.com

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