【 𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬. 】〖 𝚂𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝚄𝙿𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂. 〗
❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵.❞
In which Phoebe helps her best friend break his innocent brother out of prison.
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MICHAEL AND PHOEBE WALKED THROUGH the cell block in direction of their cell, Phoebe's arm linked through Michael's as Michael's hands were shoved into his pockets, the duo laughing quietly together.
"You were right. Sucre basically came crawling back." Phoebe said with a chuckle, Michael smiling at her.
"We all have needs and desires. His is to be with his girlfriend and get her away from the man that wants to steal her away from him." Michael explained with a chuckle. Phoebe nodded.
"Alright, but now the question is how and when are we getting rid of Haywire." She whispered. Michael sighed.
"As soon as possible." He said, "I think we'll have to use your idea." He said quietly as they released their hold on each other as they approached their cell, Phoebe entering before Michael. Upon entering, Phoebe froze in her spot at the entrance of the cell as Haywire had many drawings spread out on top of Phoebe and Michael's bed. Phoebe's eyes widened as she inspected the drawings, realizing it was Michael's tattoos, the blueprints of the penitentiary. Michael stood behind Phoebe, looking over her shoulder at the mess. Haywire snapped his head over to look at them. He looked sweaty and disheveled.
"It's a pathway." Haywire said to them, as the cell door closed behind Michael and Phoebe. Michael grabbed Phoebe's hips, pulling her aside as he stepped in front of her, letting her go as he stood as a shield between Phoebe and Haywire in case things went bad. "Where does it lead?" Haywire asked, gripping a piece of paper in his hands. Michael slowly reached out to grab the paper, and Phoebe grabbed onto the back of his shirt nervously, seeing the crazed look in Haywire's eyes as he scrunched the paper tightly in his hands and pulled away from Michael.
"Michael..." Phoebe whispered anxiously, her heart racing, tightly gripping Michael's shirt. Michael turned to face her, about to speak, when suddenly Haywire charged at Michael.
"Where are you taking me?!" Haywire snapped, as Michael grabbed onto Haywire's shirt and pushed him away from them. He quickly turned around to face Phoebe.
"I have to do it now." Michael mumbled, pushing past Phoebe and grabbing onto the bars of the cell door. Phoebe furrowed her brows, overwhelmed and confused, as she watched Michael suddenly slam his head on the bars repeatedly. Phoebe slapped her hands over her mouth, her eyes watering, heart racing. She was feeling dizzy as she saw blood start to trickle down Michael's forehead and face, and she was loosing balance. She tumbled down against the cell doors dizzily, the room around her moving as her breathing began to get heavy and fast.
