A/N: Sequel to Voices of Reality and Fractured Illusion. Contains vioence, language, and sexual content. Spitfire47

Another note - the words in italics and bold is Jason's conscious

Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break.

My body felt weightless, the pain in my shoulder had turned to numbness and I felt nothing. That was a good thing, I thought. That means you're dying idiot, my conscious reminded. Close your eyes and count back from a hundred. I ignored my thoughts and my feelings. I liked being weightless I didn't have anything on my mind; I didn't have a care in the world. Everyone was dead. Let's pretend that, no one that I know is alive. Everyone is gone, dead, no longer existing but I knew that some people were alive, but let's pretend that they are far, far away.

Something was being pulled from my shoulder and I'm brought back down to Earth as the numbness vanishes, pain increases I want it all to stop. Fuck it I'm still alive aren't I? Welcome back! The pain returned and I unleashed a howl will with fury, pain and hurt. I knew that they were taking out the bullet but damn it hurt. Hands held me down as whoever the hell was screwing around with my shoulder attempted to take the bullet out. Mahone was going to pay for this. He manipulates you, tortures you, tries to kill off you friends, kills your brother and now he's going to pay? I gritted my teeth but not in pain, in anger of my conscious. Voices clashed together overhead and I tried to glance at who was talking when I realized that there was a blindfold over my eyes. I struggled and more hands hold me down tightly. I felt a prick in the arm and winced. I tried to speak but suddenly voices became blended, my head felt woozy and when my conscious tried to taunt me it was in a low whisper voice. I tried to take in a deep breath but failed and slipped in to the darkness.

All around me voices of all volumes tried to get my attention. Some were male others were female but all wanted to same thing: justice. I tried to cover my ears but my arms were firmly against my side as if an invisible force was holding them there. I tried to run but felt as if I were rooted to the spot. I tried to scream but couldn't make a single sound. Faces suddenly appeared and then vanished, I recognized most of them but others were completely new to me. I saw Roger Cringsly- the man whom I stabbed numerous times, Tamara -alive or dead, Chris - dead and numerous other faces including the Fox River Eight. I struggled against whatever force bound me to that spot, so I caused some pain to these people I can't be at fault for everything! I wanted to scream it, I wanted everyone to know that I was responsible for some lives but not all. But I knew that no one would give a damn in the end. A sudden shadow loomed over me and I looked up to see nothing but a tidal of darkness coming straight at me. I instincitvely went to duck but couldn't, pain returned to my wounded shoulder and I tried to cry out but remembered that I couldn't speak. I looked up just in time to see the wall of darkness enclose around me.

I woke suddenly. Sweat stained my hospital gown and my breaths were heavy. I tried to turn quickly to see where I was when a sharp pain erupted like fire in my shoulder followed by a small crack. I cried out and crashed back onto the blanket and pillows. I squeezed my eyes shut feeling the pain throb through my whole body. I opened my eyes and was greeted by harsh light. I quickly put my hand up to shield myself from the instense light before looking around. I was surrounded by machinery meaning that I was still in the hospital. I could see out the windows into the sunny day. I took in a deep breath and felt nothing constrict and no pain. Only then I realized that I was alive. I didn't die. I looked over at my shoulder that was thickly bandaged with gauze and tape. I looked up in time to see a nurse coming to me; she had a smile on when she saw me turn.

"Well looks whose back," she said playfully. Her voice had a slight accent to it. "You gave us quite a scare in the operation room."

I remained silent.

"You are in Panama City in Central America," the nurse reminded me. "You were shot in the shoulder by a fugitive, but you are alright now."

Did she realize that I was a fugitive too? Did anyone? Score! I shook my head and then looked at her.

"The bullet missed the bone so no fracture which was good, although you did loose a lot of blood."

"What's going to happen to me?" I asked nervously.

She blinked. "Well once you are released then you will go back to your normal life."

I inhaled normal life? So they didn't recognize me as a fugitive. Then I remembered something, Mahone had a plan to capture the brothers and there was a video involved but it was a false one. The video was broadcast all over the area, but it said that I escaped…didn't it? Remembering reminded me of the device clamped to my wrist and I looked down to see it was still there.

"We couldn't get that off," the nurse said slowly. "We tried but it didn't budge."

So I'll have it on for the rest of my life then, I thought dully to myself. Unless you decide to go with amputation. Fuck off!

"We're going to keep you here for a few more days but then you will be able to go." With that the nurse turned and left.

I was able to move on my own and so the first thing I did was I got up and looked outside. The streets were filled with cars bumper to bumper. The sun glared down on the city and I took in another breath. I'm free. False freedom. I'm still free. Under false pretenses y- I'm free.

Two days came and gone, one more day and I would officially be released. MY shoulder gave me helll those two days, one time I would feel like I was burning from the inside while at another moment I felt like I was standing in a meat freezer. The wound was tender to touch, I swallowed three types of painkillers per day and I would sometimes feel a little woozy by the second pill. On the second day they allowed me to wander slightly on my own. I had managed to get a hold of a computer in the common room and I found the video of the 'fake escape' on a news site.

"The FBI," the video started. "Have decided to exonerate Jason Buchanan of all charges on the count of giving reliable information on the Fox River Eight, this information had determined the location of David Apolskis and his two accomplises Brooke Apolskis and Seth Hoffman as well as leading to other criminals whom have eluded the law from other nations. Also being a witness in a trail against Michael Scofield and Lincoln Burrows to their countless murders since their escape from the maximum security prison.

After watching the video I didn't know whether to cry or scream - or do both at the same time. Instead i replayed it and then felt an urge to grab the computer and throw it through the nearest window. Apparently I had disturbed some of the neighbouring patients after I had let out a loud string of curses that the doctors threatened to sedate me if I didn't shut up. No wonder everyone thought that I was free, the FBI changed from having escaped to being free. Perhaps they had figured that my freedom would get Michael and Lincoln and any other surviving Eight out of their hiding places and into the open.

Every day I wonder where the others were but most of all where Teddy was. The last time I saw him was under a street lamp, in front of a thrift store. Did he escape – fully escape or is he…captured or killed? My guess is that he is captured. I closed my eyes. I'm not crazy. I looked down and saw a black van parked in the centre of the lot. I tried not to look at it but something about it was making me skittish. Get real. Oh you can just fuck off. I tried to think back as to how long that van had been there but I couldn't remember. I turned away from the window and went back to lie down.

That was a big mistake. I should have run like the wind, screamed at the top of my lungs and flailed my arms like a maniac. If I had known what was next to come I would have jumped out the window to save my ass. But I didn't and thus the start of my downfall.