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Category:
M through R › Prison Break
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,430
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
Prison Break and all related elements and characters are copyright Paul Scheuring, 20th Century Fox Television and Adelstein-Parouse Productions. This is a fan story in no way affiliated with it. I make no profit from these writings.
Chapter 1
*****
Michael and Jason rested their backs against a huge white pole at the center of Pen. Michael’s feet were freezing on the frosty cement floor and he wondered if Jason suffered as well, Jason pulled his feet in closer to his body. He scooted absentmindedly closer to Michael as they watched T-Bag conversing with other Prison and Medical, albeit Michael with a more bored air than Jason.
Michael turned his head in interest to gaze at Jason, whom was staring fondly at T-Bag. With a twitching finger to his lip and a small breath Michael asked, “Why does T-Bag call you Maytag? I mean isn’t that…,” he trailed uncomfortably, willing Jason to fill in the blanks as he observed T-Bag rough housing with someone Michael suspected to be a Medical.
“A prison term for a submissive male sex slave,” Jason finished, “Yeah, I know.” He grinned at Michael. “Before we were taken here, I was his Maytag. He took care of me, ya know?”
Michael nodded his head in a positive response, but what he really wanted to say was ‘no,’ because he really /didn’t/ understand.
Michael tangled his fingers in his hospital gown and studied the strain he was putting on his hands. “So,” he paused, “Who did you kill to get in prison?” He monitored Jason from the corner of his eye tensely.
Jason searched Michael’s face briefly for something and seeming to find it, reclined back and closed his jade eyes, speaking. “My father, real bastard that he was, used to beat me sometimes. I had enough one day.” He opened his eyes and stared hard at the blinding lights on the ceiling looking forlorn.
Now this Michael could understand. He had spent most of his childhood with several different foster families and not all of them had been as kind as the next. “I see,” he replied despondently.
Michael leant toward Jason more comfortably and let Jason’s shoulder brush his. “You probably have questions, right,” Jason inquired, nudging his elbow lightly into Michael’s side.
“There has been a few things bothering me,” he shifted his position to twist his body toward Jason. “Why are we here? Why did they choose me? Why did they choose any of us? Why from prisons and hospitals?”
Jason laughed turning to face Michael too. “Whoa, buddy. Can you put a pause between each of those questions so I can give you some good answers?” They both smiled at each other despite the situation and Jason continued, “They haven’t told us why, but there’s been rumors. Some of the others here think we’ve been taken to Pen to be test subjects for experimental treatments, you know, like trail runs. As for ‘why us,’ it’s a known fact we’re all expendable, murderers on death row, patients with low survival rates. All anyone on the outside has to know is that we’ve died, whether by capital punishment or during an operation, and no one will ever look for us.”
Jason looked apprehensively at him as Michael clutched his head in pain. “No,” he started, “My brother will look for me. He won’t buy that,” he said determinedly with a slight glare.
Jason touched Michael’s forehead gently. “Are you okay, man?” His other hand was placed against Michael’s chest in a reassuring manner. Michael hung onto his head with both hands now, not answering. Jason felt wet warmth drip onto his hand. He jerked the hand back in reaction and blanched at the blood dribbling from it. “Someone help me! He’s bleeding,” Jason hollered. Michael’s body dropped to the floor and Jason held him while several Prison and Medical rushed over.
“Get out of the way,” a man said, pushing Jason from Michael’s side and taking over. He maneuvered Michael’s body to lie on its side so the blood could flow from his nose, diminishing the threat of drowning. Michael watched the man blearily, as if looking through a fogged window. They sat still together as the nosebleed passed.
“Can you hear me kid,” he questioned. Michael groaned pressing himself to sit up.
Jason hurried over grabbing his shoulder and peering into his face fixedly. “Is he going to be okay, Alex?” He glanced in the man’s direction.
Alex stared with his vivid cerulean eyes into Michael’s glazed grey ones. “He’ll be alright, for now,” he ensured.
The Scrub Thugs dashed in at the last minute driving people away and circled Michael. Medical and Prison backed away and peeked around the men for a glimpse of Michael in sick curiosity.
A miniature flashlight was shined in his eyes, up his nose, and into his mouth. One of the Scrub Thugs ran a hand across his breast bone and down his chest finally finishing. He patted Michael’s cheek in a demeaning show of affection. “He’s stable.”
They stood together dressed in their strange blue scrubs and mysterious masks, moving onto the area Jason had anointed the ‘contagious’ section of Pen.
Jason wrapped an arm around Michael’s waist and helped him stand. T-Bag emerged from the right of his vision and gripped his other side. He was dragged to a far corner in Pen, away from the Contagious and the Scrub Thugs.
*****
Michael and Jason rested their backs against a huge white pole at the center of Pen. Michael’s feet were freezing on the frosty cement floor and he wondered if Jason suffered as well, Jason pulled his feet in closer to his body. He scooted absentmindedly closer to Michael as they watched T-Bag conversing with other Prison and Medical, albeit Michael with a more bored air than Jason.
Michael turned his head in interest to gaze at Jason, whom was staring fondly at T-Bag. With a twitching finger to his lip and a small breath Michael asked, “Why does T-Bag call you Maytag? I mean isn’t that…,” he trailed uncomfortably, willing Jason to fill in the blanks as he observed T-Bag rough housing with someone Michael suspected to be a Medical.
“A prison term for a submissive male sex slave,” Jason finished, “Yeah, I know.” He grinned at Michael. “Before we were taken here, I was his Maytag. He took care of me, ya know?”
Michael nodded his head in a positive response, but what he really wanted to say was ‘no,’ because he really /didn’t/ understand.
Michael tangled his fingers in his hospital gown and studied the strain he was putting on his hands. “So,” he paused, “Who did you kill to get in prison?” He monitored Jason from the corner of his eye tensely.
Jason searched Michael’s face briefly for something and seeming to find it, reclined back and closed his jade eyes, speaking. “My father, real bastard that he was, used to beat me sometimes. I had enough one day.” He opened his eyes and stared hard at the blinding lights on the ceiling looking forlorn.
Now this Michael could understand. He had spent most of his childhood with several different foster families and not all of them had been as kind as the next. “I see,” he replied despondently.
Michael leant toward Jason more comfortably and let Jason’s shoulder brush his. “You probably have questions, right,” Jason inquired, nudging his elbow lightly into Michael’s side.
“There has been a few things bothering me,” he shifted his position to twist his body toward Jason. “Why are we here? Why did they choose me? Why did they choose any of us? Why from prisons and hospitals?”
Jason laughed turning to face Michael too. “Whoa, buddy. Can you put a pause between each of those questions so I can give you some good answers?” They both smiled at each other despite the situation and Jason continued, “They haven’t told us why, but there’s been rumors. Some of the others here think we’ve been taken to Pen to be test subjects for experimental treatments, you know, like trail runs. As for ‘why us,’ it’s a known fact we’re all expendable, murderers on death row, patients with low survival rates. All anyone on the outside has to know is that we’ve died, whether by capital punishment or during an operation, and no one will ever look for us.”
Jason looked apprehensively at him as Michael clutched his head in pain. “No,” he started, “My brother will look for me. He won’t buy that,” he said determinedly with a slight glare.
Jason touched Michael’s forehead gently. “Are you okay, man?” His other hand was placed against Michael’s chest in a reassuring manner. Michael hung onto his head with both hands now, not answering. Jason felt wet warmth drip onto his hand. He jerked the hand back in reaction and blanched at the blood dribbling from it. “Someone help me! He’s bleeding,” Jason hollered. Michael’s body dropped to the floor and Jason held him while several Prison and Medical rushed over.
“Get out of the way,” a man said, pushing Jason from Michael’s side and taking over. He maneuvered Michael’s body to lie on its side so the blood could flow from his nose, diminishing the threat of drowning. Michael watched the man blearily, as if looking through a fogged window. They sat still together as the nosebleed passed.
“Can you hear me kid,” he questioned. Michael groaned pressing himself to sit up.
Jason hurried over grabbing his shoulder and peering into his face fixedly. “Is he going to be okay, Alex?” He glanced in the man’s direction.
Alex stared with his vivid cerulean eyes into Michael’s glazed grey ones. “He’ll be alright, for now,” he ensured.
The Scrub Thugs dashed in at the last minute driving people away and circled Michael. Medical and Prison backed away and peeked around the men for a glimpse of Michael in sick curiosity.
A miniature flashlight was shined in his eyes, up his nose, and into his mouth. One of the Scrub Thugs ran a hand across his breast bone and down his chest finally finishing. He patted Michael’s cheek in a demeaning show of affection. “He’s stable.”
They stood together dressed in their strange blue scrubs and mysterious masks, moving onto the area Jason had anointed the ‘contagious’ section of Pen.
Jason wrapped an arm around Michael’s waist and helped him stand. T-Bag emerged from the right of his vision and gripped his other side. He was dragged to a far corner in Pen, away from the Contagious and the Scrub Thugs.
*****