I have had a lot of ideas for fan fictions lately and I thought I'd get some of them started - this is one of them. I will still be writing my other stories, I just want a range of stories to work on.
In this chapter, the point of view changes a lot though in later chapters it will not change as much. I have added my own character called Macy Bale.
Disclaimer: I do not own Prison Break etc.
Chapter One - Pilot
Macy's Point of View
I spotted him as soon as he entered the prison. Veronica had contacted me to tell me that he had been arrested. I couldn't say that I was surprised. When he had stopped contacting me, I knew that he would do something drastic: anything for his brother. Well I was one step ahead of him. I had been working as a Corrections Officer at Fox River State Penitentiary for two months and had gotten to know the both the building and the people inside it. Being the only female C.O., I found it quite tough at first but eventually, I became used to the atmosphere and the prisoners began to treat me as they would treat most C.O.'s. The other officers never took a liking to me though. Not that I cared. I wasn't really planning on being there long. The only reason that I was there was to break out one of my best friends. Now that Michael is here too, it would be a lot easier. He always was the brains.
'What have I gotten myself into?' thought Michael as he watched a man get stabbed. He gulped loudly as his cellmate, Fernando Sucre , stood next to him watching the commotion.
"Welcome to Prisneyland, Fish!" he said with a smirk.
Michael looked away from the madness and sat on his bunk with his head in his hands. He must have been sitting there for hours because a guard declared that it was yard time. He stood up behind Sucre and followed him outside.
Sucre began to explain the layout of the prison.
"The guards are the dirtiest gang in this whole place. The only difference between us and them is the badge!" said Sucre.
Michael spotted an old man sitting on a bench with a cat.
"Who's the pet lover?" he asked.
"He'll deny it but he's D.B. Cooper," said Sucre, though Michael was already aware of this.
Sucre greeted some of his friends whilst Michael continued to examine the place, trying to keep it mapped out in his brain. He spotted a drain on the floor beside him and dropped his magazine on it.
He slipped the magazine through the slits whilst looking around to make sure no one was watching.
"I'm looking for someone," he finally said, standing up again, "a guy named Lincoln Burrows."
Macy's Point of View
I was surprised that he hadn't spotted me yet. It was yard time and I was watching him from the other side of one the fences. I heard him mention his brother's name and smirked.
"You don't waste any time do you, Mikey?" I whispered to myself with a chuckle.
He was taken over to one of the fences. On the other side was Lincoln Burrows, who, as always, sat against the wall, just staring out at everyone. He didn't seem to notice Michael and his cell mate, Fernando Sucre.
There was probably another five minutes until yard time was over. I decided to sneak back into A- Wing. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a folded paper crane. I remembered when Michael had told me about how Lincoln made them for him when he was little to let him know that he was safe. Now it was my turn to send Michael my own message. I was going to keep him safe. I placed the crane on his pillow and hurried out as I heard the sound of the inmates being led back to A-Wing.
When Michael re-entered his cell, he was surprised to find a paper crane on his pillow. He picked it up and examined it. Only two people knew about his paper crane story: Lincoln and...no. It couldn't be. How would she get into Fox River anyway? It was probably just a coincidence. He placed the crane under his pillow. He wouldn't give it away until he knew who it was from.
"What's another word for love?"
Michael was snapped out of his thoughts by his cellmate's voice.
"In what context?" asked Michael, hoping that he wasn't sounding too smart.
"You know, the I-love-you-so-much-I-am-never-knocking-over-a-liqu or-store-again context," said Sucre, "except, you know, classy. I'm proposing to my girl, if you've got to know."
Michael's mind swam backwards in time as he remembered the girl that he was once in love with. And how he had to abandon her to save his brother. How strong feelings could be described in a letter was a mystery to him.
"You're proposing to her in a letter?"
"You got a better way?"
Michael sighed dreamily, "Face-to-face works pretty good."
"This place isn't exactly romantic!" explained Sucre. He went on to explain how he wanted the proposal to take place.
All Michael could think about was a girl with long black hair and dark brown eyes that were verging on black. How he used to get lost in those eyes.
"Try passion," sighed Michael with a smile as Sucre finished talking.
"Nice!" said Sucre excitedly, "How do you spell that? Is it p-a-s-h?"
Michael shook his head.
Michael chuckled and spelt out the word for him. Sucre went back to writing his letter and he watched everyone in their cells. He couldn't stop thinking about that girl.
Flashback – Third Person
"What do you mean?" she asked with tears in her eyes.
"I can't be around you anymore!" Michael repeated, "Believe me, it's for your own safety."
The girl shook her head and wiped the tears from her eyes.
"It's Linc, isn't it?" she asked him.
Michael didn't reply.
"I could help! I could help you plan..."
"Don't get involved, Macy!" Michael interrupted, "I don't want anything to happen to you – you're my best friend."
Michael pulled her into a tight hug before rushing off and not looking back.
Third Person – Present
It was yard time and Michael started putting his plan into action. He was going to introduce himself to Abruzzi, who was playing cards at one of the benches.
"I need you to hire me at P.I." said Michael confidently.
"Beat it!" muttered Abruzzi, not looking up from his card game.
Michael smiled slightly and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Maybe you should hear what I've got to say," he stated calmly.
"You've got nothing I need," said Abruzzi, still not taking interest in the man standing behind him.
"I wouldn't be too sure of that," said Michael, placing a paper crane on the table.
Abruzzi picked it up.
"My mistake. Just what I need: a duck!" he said sarcastically.
"P.I. Abruzzi, you might find that I can be more assistance than you think."
At last, Abruzzi looked up at Michael, who began to walk away, still smirking.
Macy's Point of View
I was more than a little confused when I saw Michael head to Dr. Tancredi's office. I turned to my least favourite C.O., Brad Bellick, who had joined me in the break room.
"Why's the new guy going to see Sara?" I asked him.
He gulped down some coffee before answering me.
"He's apparently diabetic," mumbled Bellick, "why? Are you jealous of the Doc?"
I frowned at him and shook my head, "I was just thinking that maybe someone had already gotten to him. You know he was talking to Abruzzi earlier – that can't be good."
As far as I was aware, Michael was not diabetic. This could only be part of his plan. I hoped that he knew what he was doing.
I decided to head to the chapel later on in the day. I knew that Lincoln would be there as usual and I had no doubt that Michael knew that too. The inmates all took their seats whilst I hid in the shadows, not wanting to be spotted by either of the brothers. Linc would probably moan at me again.
Flashback - Macy's Point of View
"Hey! New girl!" shouted one of the guards.
I turned around and noticed that he was the guard that they called Roy Geary. I walked towards him with the arms crossed.
"My name is Macy. Macy Bale."
"Whatever, look I need you to take this tray to one of the inmates," said Geary, shoving a tray of food in my hands.
"What? Why can't you do it?" I snapped, trying to give him back the tray.
"Because I've got to be somewhere and I'm already running late!"
"No! Do your job!" I said angrily.
"Aw, please? Just take it to Burrows' cell?"
Lincoln! I thought I would never get a chance to see him. Now Geary was asking me to, as a favour.
I fake sighed, "Fine but you owe me!"
Geary smiled, "That's a good girl!"
He rushed off and I started heading towards death row. I searched for Lincoln's cell and knocked on the door. I dug around in my jacket pocket for a paper crane and placed it on the tray before sliding it through the hatch. I spotted Lincoln's hand as he took the tray and he muttered a "Thank you". It was silent on the other side of the door. The knife and fork wasn't being picked up. Instead there was a slight sound of crumpling paper. Lincoln appeared looking through the plastic window; his eyes widened.
"Macy?" he asked.
I smiled and put my hand through the hatch and he held it softly. I tried to stop a tear from sliding down my cheek.
"I missed you, Linc," I whispered.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice full of worry.
"Trying to save you," I replied, "I'm getting you out of here!"
"No, no!" snapped Lincoln, "You shouldn't be here! You shouldn't have gotten involved! Does Michael no you're here?"
"Michael left," I said plainly, "I'm going to figure out a way to save you Linc, I promise."
"No you're not!" said Lincoln, holding my hand firmly, "Listen to me, Macy, you're going to quit this job and forget about me."
"You're my best friend, Linc, I'm not leaving you here to die!" I snapped.
I could hear Lincoln sigh in defeat. He stroked my hand and kissed it.
"Maybe it will be comforting having you here," he said softly, "just be careful."
"You too, don't get into any fights or anything. I've seen enough violence these past few days!" I said, shuddering.
Third Person - Present
The priest ended his service and Lincoln stood up, ready to leave. He turned around and froze on the spot. Standing opposite him was Michael – his baby brother. The same feeling he had felt when he had seen Macy began to take over.
"Why?" he asked as he stopped directly in front of him.
Michael was close to tears at the sight of his brother.
"I'm getting you out of here," said Michael.
"It's impossible!" stated Lincoln.
"Not if you designed the place, it isn't!" Michael walked away while Lincoln stared at him in shock.
Two out of the four people that Lincoln cared about the most were risking their lives to save his. He felt guilty and uncomfortable. Macy smiled at him from the corner of the chapel. Lincoln looked away quickly and followed the guards out of the building.
Macy's Point of View
I tensed up as a watched Abruzzi and his followers approach Michael in the yard. Michael however seemed unfazed. They started talking then Abruzzi shook his head and walked away. Michael stood up. I flinched as one of the guys punched Michael in the face. Michael punched Abruzzi and I blew my whistle, hoping to attract the attention of the guards in the tower. The fight was getting worse as they slammed Michael onto the bench and started beating him. Finally, a bullet hit the ground, making everyone in the yard duck down. A siren began to sound and I rushed in, hoping to grab Michael but I got stuck having to drag one of Abruzzi's men to the SHU.
I was excited when I was told to collect Lincoln to take him to visitation. I hurried to his cell and peered through the plastic window in the door.
"Linc, you have a visitor!" I said, excitedly.
I led Lincoln out of his cell and we began to walk to visitation.
"Have you talked to Michael yet?" Lincoln asked me as we walked.
"No, he's been too busy causing trouble. Did you hear about him almost getting sent to the SHU?" I asked, looking at Lincoln out of the corner of my eye.
He nodded and then shook his head angrily.
"Why do you two do this to me? I try so hard to keep you out of trouble and..."
"We love you, Linc," I sighed, stopping to look at him properly, "and we are going to get you out of here."
Lincoln sighed and nodded. He looked around to make sure no one was looking and quickly kissed me on the cheek.
"You know I love you too, right?" he asked with a slight smirk.
I smiled and nodded, hugging him quickly in case someone came around the corner and spotted us. We continued to walk to visitation. I tried my best not to show the shock that I was feeling when I spotted Lincoln's ex-wife, Lisa, and their son, L.J. Lisa and I had never gotten on very well. However, I had felt like L.J. was my own son. Before I started to work at Fox River, L.J. used to run away from home a lot and I always gave him a place to stay. He would talk to me about everything: how he felt about his dad being in prison, how he missed his uncle and how he hated his stepfather. I suddenly realised that if they saw me, they would cause a fuss and everyone would discover my friendship with Lincoln and Michael. I snuck away, allowing Officer Patterson to take over.
Not long after I had left, Patterson radioed me and asked me to collect Lincoln and take him back to his cell. When I saw him, Lincoln looked disappointed and followed me back to his cell.
"He was arrested," muttered Lincoln, looking at the floor.
I could have guessed that. L.J. was getting into trouble just before I left. I expected his bad behaviour to escalate. I couldn't help but feel guilty for leaving him.
"He misses you. He needs you. Why don't you go back and look out for him?" asked Lincoln as we reached his cell.
"I'm too busy trying to look out for his father and now his uncle as well – the only two people who he actually looks up to." I told him.
Lincoln sighed. He could never win an argument against me. He shuffled inside his cell and I closed and locked the door.
"Keep an eye on Michael; he doesn't understand this place as well as he thinks he does," said Lincoln.
I nodded and waved goodbye to him.
Michael had just finished his first shift in P.I. Fortunately Lincoln was on the team too, so they could talk. Michael could explain his plan. Lincoln was worried about talking to Michael after P.I. It meant that he had to tell him that Macy was at Fox River. That would just mess with Michael's head. Macy had a strange effect on Michael. Whenever she was around, he got stupid. He did stupid and reckless things.
They sat in the changing rooms and Lincoln decided to start.
"Did you mean what you said earlier?" he asked.
"I'm not here on vacation, trust me" said Michael.
Lincoln studied Michael for a moment, "Getting outside these walls, that's just the beginning. You're going to need money."
Michael smirked and looked over at Charles Westmorland.
"I'll have it."
"And people on the outside," continued Lincoln, "people that can help you disappear."
"I've already got them," said Michael, looking over at Abruzzi, "they just don't know it yet."
"Look, whatever you've got going on, fill me in, 'cause I'm in the dark here!" said Lincoln, desperately.
Michael began to explain in a lot of detail what he had done. Lincoln struggled not to lose what he was saying. Michael stood up whilst Lincoln thought over what he had just been told, trying to make sense of it all.
"You've seen the blueprints!"
"Better than that...I've got them on me!" said Michael, revealing his tattooed arms, back and torso.
Lincoln stared at him in surprise. His first thought was 'My little brother's got a tattoo? He is not allowed a tattoo!' But he calmed himself slightly and tried to look at the big picture. He looked at the tattoo again.
"Am I supposed to be seeing something here?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Look closer," stated Michael, standing still.
Lincoln examined the tattoo more closely and suddenly he could see it. Corridors, pipes; every part of the prison was embedded in his brother's tattoo. He sighed and rubbed his head.
"Michael, I'm grateful," he said, "but I'm not sure that I can handle you risking your life to save me! First Macy, now..."
Michael interrupted, "Whoa, what do you mean first Macy?"
Lincoln paused before he responded, nervous of his brother's reaction.
"She's here, Mike. She's a guard."
This is the first story where I haven't planned anything out so I can't guarantee that I'll update often. Thanks for reading and please let me know what you think.