Ink || OC x Micheal Scofield || Prison Break

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First of all: Guys thank you so much for getting us to 10k reads! This was a new book for me as I had never written a prison break storyline before. Thank you for viewing and leaving such kind comments! X

LUCAS

Startling awake, I rush to catch my breath as I feel burning in my chest.

Nightmares... or should I say memories.

I sigh as I place my hand over my face and take a moment to breathe.

I fling the suffocating, thin, duvet off me and I feel my way down the bunks steps in the dark.

Today was the day.

I walk over to the sink and I grab my toothbrush. I brush my teeth.

Before I spit I catch a glimpse of something in the mirror.

Instead of myself I see my Mother. She looks back at me with tears streaming down her face and a freshly bruised eye.

My toothbrush falls out of my hands and the noise causes me to jump. I pick it up out of the sink before looking back in the mirror.

All I see is my reflection.

I rub my face as I pull on a new white tank top and I walk over to my desk.

There, sitting neatly on top, is a picture of Ink I had been working on- or should I say his tattoos.

I sit down as I pick it up.

Ever since I had first figured out Sucre and Inks plan, I had become interested in figuring out all the little messages in his tattoos.

I first noticed when he looked at his arm to determine where to make the hole in PI. After that he had often cought me staring and had offered to show me what each one relates to, but I was more interested in working it out myself.

I place the paper back where I had found it and I stretch. I walk over to the cell bars and I look out.

After visiting the doctor I realised that no one else was going to help me but me.

After my appointment with her, I realised that she had pushed me to take control of my situation, whether she meant to or not, and she made me realise how shitty everyone else was at fixing my issues and I needed to be the one to start protecting myself as no one else could.

If I was to get better, I needed to start by fixing my problems in the present moment, in order to shake my depression in the long run, and one big issue i currently had was feeling so alone.

I had weighed up my options and I had decided what it was now or never. I was going to join the men.

Last time I had spoken to Ink he strongly advised that I didn't. Last time I talked to Sucre he told me in no uncertain terms that 'una mala idea. No se puede confiar en los hombres de por aquí ni siquiera un milisegundo.' I knew they were both right, it was 'a bad idea. The men around here are not to be trusted for even a millisecond.' However I was willing to take that risk as long as I could hug someone again.

It sounds stupid, saying it out loud, putting my life on the line just for some human contact... pathetic is what my Father would have called it. But being trapped where I was made me think stupid things and a hug was sounding very needed.

I watch as the others all walk out of their cells. The men all walking their way to their own outside time. I watch as I remember what it was like when I first came here- how they would hang around my cell shouting a riot of cat calls and sticking their arms out to try to grab me, now they walk past like my cell is empty.

Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as people had warned me. Maybe the men just wouldn't care?

"I'll see you outside?" I hear someone ask

I look up as I smile, walking over to the bars

"Yeah" I say

"PI starts up again tomorrow" Ink says "I'll see you then?" He asks

I almost miss what he is saying as i contemplate if it is worth upsetting one of the only people I have right now.

I nod as he places his hand on mine.

"You'll see me outside though, don't forget" I say

"Yes, but I can't exactly touch you out there, can I?" He says

I don't know whether he means it to have come out like it did but I simply nod as I look away.

A blush covers my cheeks as he removes his hand from mine and walks out of the block.

When the last inmates have exited, I stand in the middle of my cell as it beeps and opens.

Yet I don't move.

I wait until one of the guards walk up and places their handcuffs onto my wrists

"Hey, do we still have to do this? I've got a month of good behaviour under my belt, Green" I say

He looks at me, apologetically "it's the rules, Lucas, I'm sorry"

I nod as he leads me forward and out of the walls of my block.

We walk outside and we stop outside of my outside area.

"Are you sure about this" The guard asks

"Green, I've thought about this for a week" I say as I look at him "I'm not going to change my mind now"

He nods and we begin to walk past my cell and towards the rest of the men's.

As we walk we attract a few of the men's eyes.

I see some hitting the other to get their attention and I swallow as I look down.

We stop outside of the door and Green works on my handcuffs.

"In my 12 years of service, I've never had to do something like this" The guard whispers as he works at turning the key and the handcuffs fall open "I'm sending you to the slaughter, Lucas"

I swallow as I look up and meet his eyes

"You don't have to feel bad about it, I'm doing this so that I don't end up dead in my own cell. If the prison had refused to let me integrate with the others, pretty soon you would have been picking up a dead body regardless. This way at least I get to hug my friends before you have to do that task"

He nods, slowly, as he works at unbolting the door.

"Good luck, Lucas" he says as the door swings open and I step inside

I look around as the world moves in slow motion. The first people I see are Ink and Sucre, running towards me.

Next my eyes turn and I see the group of Men who are also running towards me.

Then I hear the door lock back up behind me.

Lastly I realise, there is no going back now and I was about to face the music I had been dreaming about.