Let's Break Out Of Prison - Prison Break FanFic

Chapter 3: Cell Test

Originally I thought Candice Swanepoel or Juliette Barnes for Olivia but now I'm thinking Sophia Mitch (above) you are going to see a mix of the three probably especially in the trailer

And I'm really sorry I missed Monday update but it's better 1 day late than never, right? (I hope)

I will shut up now and let you read on.

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"What is going on in there?" I ask aloud and stand on my tip toes holding the fence and stretching my neck as far as it will go.

"I don't know, let's move away, if we do see anything and they realise they'll be after us as well." Charles replies.

We can hear a struggle and more stifled groans of pain and then a blonde police officer comes running over to the shed. We back away slowly not drawing any attention and sit at the nearest table to the scene.

He calls over more officers and then two emerge again holding Michael up in between their arms. I can see that he's trying his hardest not to cry but a few thick tears escape and his face is screwed up in pain.

I stare at him until he's up the infirmary steps and then turn widely to look at Charles. My face forms a frown. "Don't worry yourself, things like this happen all the time here, he'll be fine." He reassures me, but I'm not so convinced.

Soon enough it's time to head back to our cells. Charles comes up to mine and stays with me until the warning for shutting doors is announced. Scofield hobbles in just before the door slides and sits himself right down.

Immediately he takes off his loosely tied boot and stretches out his leg. His foot is bandaged and bloody, and I can just see stubs where two of his toes have been cut of jaggedly.

"What the hell happened?" I ask. He takes off his other boot and quickly changes into a pair of grey tracksuit bottoms and a clean top. I look away but can't help but look back at his tattoo's. The design truly is amazing.

After changing he lays on his bed and rests his hands on his stomach. He doesn't say anything, but I can guess easily what happened.

The next day when the rest of us are in the yard Michael has to leave to attend to his P.I duties. I'm sick of only having Charles and Michael to rely on and I think it's about time I did something.

When the P.I are working John Abruzzi comes back into the yard to talk to an officer. "Abruzzi." I say, walking over briskly.

"Excuse me officer." He says and then starts walking to meet me half way.

"Uh, hi." I say awkwardly now I'm actually here in front of him. "I'm Olivia."

"Names John." He shakes my hand stiffly. "What do you want?"

"Er, I was wondering if I could start doing work for P.I?" I ask getting straight to the point.

"We do some pretty heavy stuff." He sighs. "Don't really think its work for a girl like you." He starts to walk away but turns back when I start my reply.

"Then explain to me why I'm in an all male prison." I say with the right level of sass. "You men look like the jobs you complete could do with an Interior Designers eye." I persuade. He checks me over with his eyes and a small smirk plays at his thin lips.

Running a hand through his greasy hair he tells me that I start tomorrow.

When the P.I team gets up to leave the next day and I get ready too, Michael gives me a strange look. "Good Morning co-worker." I say. "Abruzzi gave me a job." He smiles and always the gentlemen gestures for me to leave the cell first. We are taken to a large room and are told to start painting.