Escaping Fox River | Prison Break [On Hold]

Chapter 9

After finally getting the crates off of me, I slowly stood up, favoring my hurt ankle. It didn't hurt as much as it did before, but the crates landing on it didn't help. The train shook and I grabbed onto the side by the opening, looking out. My eyes teared up as the wind whipped at my face, blowing my hair back. I scanned the area and saw that a town was coming up. Actually, it was more of a city and I realized it was probably Chicago. If I didn't get off the train now, I would be stuck on here for god knows how long.

I took a step back, not even thinking about how fast the train was going and sprinted out. I jumped, flying high in the air for a few seconds before I came tumbling down into the bushes. I landed hard on my left arm and the breath was knocked out of me. I gasped and rolled over as pain shot through my shoulder for a split second.

"Holy shit." I breathed out, catching my breath. I laid there for a few minutes, waiting for the pain to subside and when it did, I got up and brushed the dirt and leaves off of me. The city was just a few yards away, so I started walking until I found the sidewalk. People were bustling around, trying to get to work or whatever place they needed to be. Someone bumped into me and his contents spilled all over the sidewalk.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Let me help you." I said, bending over to help pick up the papers. The man I bumped into also bent down and when I raised my eyes, we made eye contact. He narrowed his eyes and we both stood up.

"Do I know you?" he asked and I started to panic.

"Uh, no, you don't. Here you go." I shoved the paper in his hands and turned to leave, but his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.

"You're that lady from the news. One of those cons." My heart started beating rapidly and I yanked my wrist, trying to get out of his hold, but he only tightened his grip. "Hey! Someone call the police! I've got one of the escapees from Fox River!" he yelled. Everyone turned around and their eyes widened when they saw me.

"Let me go now." I growled and he just sneered.

"You think I'm gonna let you go when you're worth a hundred grand?" he asked and my eyes widened. They put a bounty on our heads? Before anyone else could come closer, I jerked my knee up to his groin and he groaned in pain, releasing my wrist to grab his junk. I took off, pushing people out of the way.

"Someone grab the woman!" I heard somebody shout. Hands tried to grab me, but I punched and shoved until I spotted a motorcycle up ahead.

"Give me your key." I said to the owner, panting hard. He looked at me with a puzzled expression, but I wasn't in the mood. "Give me your key or I'll kill you. Now!" He didn't hesitate this time. I fired up the bike and took off, hearing the crowd spew some disgusting words my way. I could hear the sirens from behind me and I sped up, weaving through traffic. Horns honked loudly behind me, but I didn't care. I was not getting caught and sent back to prison.

When I was sure I had outrun the police and the crazy crowd, I pulled into an empty parking lot and shut the bike off. I sat there for a little bit, running my hands through my wild hair and taking a deep breath. My heart continued to race, but it was slowing down now that I had stopped being chased. Hopping off the bike, I paced around, thinking about what just happened. Because of me, all of the law enforcement officers knew that I was in Chicago, which meant they would try to find Michael and Lincoln too.

"Dammit!" I shouted and kicked the bike with my good foot. The wind blew a piece of my hair in my face and an idea popped into my head. If I dyed my hair, they would have a hard time finding me, since they were looking for a black haired woman. This idea made a smile appear on my face, until I realized I didn't have any money. I only had the phone in my pocket that Michael gave me and I didn't even have their numbers programmed in it.

"Okay, I don't have any money, so I can't dye my hair." I said to myself, thinking out loud. "But if I hack into a bank..." I didn't say the rest because I hopped back onto the bike and started riding to the nearest bank. All I needed was access to an ATM and I would be able to get money immediately, without a card. When I finally reached a bank, I kept my head down as I rode up to the ATM. My pulse quickened at what I was going to do and I looked around, making sure no one was watching me before I proceeded.

I pressed on the screen, bringing the ATM to life and I clicked on the 'withdrawal' option. When another option asking for my card popped up, I typed in the code that my computer friend gave me and prayed it worked. I never needed to use the code until now. The machine made a sound and I grinned when hundred dollar bills started to spit out. While I waited, I looked up and spotted an officer parked in my line of vision, just a little bit to the right. He wasn't looking at me, but I didn't want to wait to find out if he had seen me already.

"Come on, come on." I urged the machine, watching the number on the screen get higher and higher. $2,985. $2,995. I looked up again and my heart jumped when I saw that the officer was looking straight at me, and his eyes narrowed. $3,000. The machine beeped and I snatched the thirty hundred dollar bills and started up the motorcycle. Stuffing the bills in my pocket, I saw the officer get out his car and start walking towards me. I quickly drove off, but he stepped in my way and I screeched to a halt, not wanting to roll the guy over and mess up the only means of transportation I had.

"Hey, I need to see your ID." he said and I rolled my eyes, getting impatient.

"No you don't. I didn't do anything wrong." I said, trying to get around him. He raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, actually you did, Melanie Burrows." I cursed under my breath and he must have seen the look on my face because he smiled and placed his hands on his hips, by his cuffs. "Now, if you come with me calmly, I'll-" His words stopped when I punched him square in the face and I watched him fall to the ground, writhing in pain. I didn't pause to see if he would get up because I needed to get out of there, and fast. I drove off, gravel flying up behind me, with one destination on my mind. A hair salon.