Michael opened up the back of the van and I climbed in, it was crammed and uncomfortable but I didn't say anything as he closed the door. Michael then climbed into the van on the left side and looked at his watch satisfied.

"We're okay."

Everyone let out a breath of relief.

"Head towards the airport," Michael instructed his brother. Lincoln nodded and shifted the gear into Drive and headed down the dark path. As we drove along I could tell that everyone was in their own thoughts, I had to admit that I was still engulfed in the thoughts of what would have happened if Chris hadn't interrupted us. Just then without any warning whatsoever, Teddy whipped his right hand across his lap and something silver flashed momentarily then clicked. Another click quickly followed the first one and the whole van went into a sudden panic. Abruzzi took out a gun from it's hiding place and pressed the barrel against Teddy's head.

"What the hell are you doing?" Michael screamed. I could see Lincoln using the mirror to see what was going on, even his eyes widened at the sight of Teddy and Michael being handcuffed together.

"You think that'll stop me?" Abruzzi hissed in Teddy's ear.

"I'd rethink what you're doing," Teddy replied a small smile passed his lips. "Shoot me and Pretty will be dragging 170 pound of Alabama flesh with him."

I was in the very back watching everything unravel before my eyes. I started to panic as soon as Abruzzi had the gun to Teddy's head and now I was panicking even more as the fire in Abruzzi's eyes glowed showing off no emotion.

"You're going to give me the keys to those cuffs T-bag right now!" Michael said he tried to control his voice everyone knew that Michael was past his breaking point and looked ready to kill Teddy himself. His face few pale as he saw something. I leaned over Tweener's shoulder to catch a glimpse of the cuff keys clamped between Teddy's teeth.

"Spit it out!" Michael yelled, his hand grabbed Teddy's face, trying to get him to open his mouth.

"Spit it out!" Abruzzi joined and pressed the gun even harder against Teddy's skull.

Teddy flipped the key back into his mouth and I saw his Adam's apple bob up then down. He had swallowed it. "Oops." With a small growl Michael pushed himself away from Teddy, Lincoln's hand gripped the wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white and I knew that if Lincoln wasn't at the wheel he's be busy strangling Teddy.

"If you don't think I won't gut you for that key, you're in for a big surprise," Abruzzi hissed.

"I encourage you to remember the last time you came at me with a knife Johnny boy."

"Shut up!" Michael shouted. "Both of you. Well figure this out when we go to Mexico!"

Mexico? I thought to myself. Why the hell would any of these guys want to go to Mexico? Then it dawned on me, to get out of the country of course. To fully get out of the country, that and I noticed that Michael went back to his thinking state that's when I started to realize what was really in Mexico besides a new life.

We continued to drive along the dirt path, the whole van had gone tense and everyone was busy anticipating what was to come next. Sucre muttered a comment about his wife and him just wanting to touch her belly. We all had known that Sucre's fiancee Maria was pregnant with his child, he wouldn't shut up about it for three days straight.

"Michael," Lincoln called towards the back. Michael moved his head off his hand and then looked out the front window. We all did and I gave a small gasp. The road that was suppose to take us to the airstrip was completely covered with cars and police officers.

"Alright," Michael inhaled. "There should be a back road near here, we can take that the rest of the way."

Lincoln nodded and then noticed it immediately. "Found it."

"Good."

Lincoln slowly inched the van forward and turned into the dark passage. We drove along at about 40 mph until THUNK. I felt myself fly upward and my head hit the ceiling with a sickening CRACK. Everyone must have heard it as I saw them all turn towards me. My vision blurred and I started to see blackness. Michael said something then screamed it and everyone piled out. He and Teddy ran back and flung open the trunk door. I tumbled out onto the muddy ground and Michael knelt beside me.

"Jason," he whispered. I tried to focus on him and succeeded. I blinked a few times and he started to become clearer. A pain thumped in the back and top of my head. My hand automatically went there and I could feel something warn and sticky. Blood. I started to panic but I shook it down. I got to my feet and almost collapsed. Sucre and C-note grabbed my arms and steadied me.

"We need to push it," Michael said meaning the van. Tweener took over and supported me while C-note and Sucre went to help try and push the van out of the muddy pothole.

"Are you alright?" Tweener asked.

I was ready to answer him when I stopped. I felt on the edge of passing out and consciousness but I managed a small nod and a yes. The van didn't seem to want to move anywhere only deeper into the hole. Michael stood up in frustration then came back to me.

"We're going to have to go on foot," he said.

I started to panic but nodded my understanding.

"How far is the airstrip?" Lincoln asked.

"About two miles from here."

Would I be able to make it that far? I wondered.

"Can you stand on your own?" Michael asked. Tweener slowly let go of my arm as I steadied myself. I nodded to Michael who then turned to the others.

"Let's go," Lincoln shouted.

We all sprang forward except for Tweener, Michael and Teddy who all seemed to be in a deep conversation. Only after five long strides I began to feel dizzy and out of breath, a loud buzzing noise rang in my ears like church bells. They were so loud that I didn't even hear Michael talking to me.

"Jason!" I could hear him scream, but his voice was distant. We made it to a ledge but that was all my body would allow me to go to. My legs crumpled beneath me like paper and before I knew it I was on my back. Stars started to enter my vision and blackness mixed in. I wasn't sure if I was on the edge of passing out or not. I wanted to tell them to all go, to just run and leave me here. Just then without warning I felt myself being lifted up and then throw over someone's shoulder. I tried to move but every muscle in my body protested against it. I could hear something chop through the air above us and tried to see what it was but my head just flopped back down whenever I tried. My mind was blank with pain and my mouth filled with what tasted like blood and saliva mixed. I was set down and that was when I turned to the other side and allowed it to fly. I could hear some disgust noises from the guys but I didn't care. Someone touched my gently on the shoulder and I turned half expecting Michael but instead it was Teddy.

"Come on Maytag," he whispered. "We're almost there."

Hearing his voice gave me some bit of hope that he was right. I could feel someone pull me to my feet and place my arm around their shoulders to support me as I managed to run along with everyone else. The chopping noise was a helicopter with a headlight attached. We hid in many of the small cracks in the ledge as we continued down the steep slope. The headlight made everyone jittery and panicky but as for myself I was still dazed and unable to comprehend on what was going on. I could feel droplets of blood trickle down the back of my neck as my vision blurred in and out.

"We need some place to hide," a voice called.

"There!" the reply wasn't loud to the others but it boomed in my head like a bass drum. I winced.

Another person who I couldn't make out grabbed my other arm and I was literally dragged down to the base of the hill where an abandoned car was parked. Sucre jumped into the front seat and said something with a smile. I was gently placed on the ground and I noticed that the two people who had dragged me along the hill were Abruzzi and Lincoln. No wonder. Michael and Teddy knelt by my side and cautiously dragged me out of the way. My arms felt they were being ripped from their sockets but I didn't complain as I didn't want Michael to have to worry about another thing.

"Are you alright?" Michael asked.

I managed a convincing nod and Michael nodded back. Teddy and Michael moved together to my other side so that Teddy and I could have a small talk.

"How you feeling Maytag?" he asked brushing his hand against my face. I leaned into his hand and nodded an 'alright'. Teddy chuckled and placed his hand where I had hit my head. I winced in pain and Teddy saw it, I looked at him and saw sympathy in his eyes; true sympathy. I wanted to stay like this for a while but of course that couldn't happen.

"Why?" I whispered, even my own whisper was too loud for my pounding head.

"It was the only way to know that I'd stay alive," Teddy replied gently.

I leaned in until my head was resting on his chest. Teddy' hand was still on my head and when he pulled it back he wiped my blood on his shirt. I frowned but Teddy wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I knew that he didn't care about the bloody mess (pun intended).

Just then a string of curses disrupted our small moment together and I looked to see the hood of the car up. We all got up and walked over to see that the car was completely gutted.

"Damn," Michael cursed.

"We can't stay here papi," Sucre warned.

Michael nodded and then said, "We need to find a hiding place."

"Over there," Abruzzi said pointing to what looked like a barn, there was a house beside it but all the lights were off.

"Let's go."

Once more we took off and once more I needed the assistance of Abruzzi and Lincoln to get going. I had only managed about three steps this time before falling. Abruzzi and Lincoln had grabbed an arm and half dragged/ half-carried me to the barn. I tried to look behind but to me we were going way to fast. My brain was trying to focus now that we were running again and blood had dribbled from my mouth onto my shirt.

We made it to the barn and Sucre threw the door open. We all ran in then closed it as fast as we could. Abruzzi and Lincoln let go of me and I ran to the corner and threw up again.

"Where is Michael?" Lincoln demanded.

"He was right behind me," C-note replied.

Lincoln cursed and Sucre said. "We'll never get anywhere like this!"

I threw up again.

"We need to cut those cuffs," Abruzzi answered.

"But how?" C-note asked.

We all looked around for a cutting instrument and I said, "Found one." I walked over and held up a pair of pliers. Everyone just looked at me as if I was the walking dead.

"How awful do I look?" I asked.

No one answered and I walked over to the beat up car near the back and used one of the windows as a mirror.

I looked paler than usual, my eyes drooped and the bleached tips of my hair were turned red from the blood that matted the back and the sides. Blood coated my whole chin and teeth as well as some of my front. In conclusion I practically defined the walking dead. My head throbbed just looking at myself and I wasn't sure how much longer I'd be able to last like this. My mind was slightly clear and my breathing went down to normal but I knew that if I ran another mile like this I'd collapse and die.

The barn door ground open and we turned to see Michael and Teddy walk in.

"What's going on?"

Within a second of Michael asking, Lincoln came up from behind Teddy and forced him over to the hood of the car and pinned him down. Michael was forced to follow either way but he knew what we were trying to do. Sucre walked over to me and took the pliers. He marched over to the two and then clamped the piers around the chain and pressed but not matter how much force Sucre applied nothing seemed to work. He gave one final attempt but instead the pliers broke all together.

Teddy chucked. "I guess that it was just meant to be huh Pretty?"

I stomach then dropped as Abruzzi came up behind Teddy – with an axe. And within that minute, time seemed to slow down. Abruzzi walked over and then raised the axe above his head then brought it down; right on Teddy's wrist. Teddy threw back his head and let out a blood- curling scream.

"You just…you just…!" Along with everyone else I tried to comprehend what had just happened within that minute. I could feel something else come up my throat but I swallowed it down. Lying on the barn floor just an inch away from it's previous attachment was Teddy's hand. A large pool of blood had formed between the hand and Teddy's wrist, which was now just a stub. There was a clatter outside and we all froze.

"Who's there?" an unseen person shouted.

"We have to go," Lincoln hissed.

"We can't just leave him there," Sucre protested. We all looked down at Teddy who continued to sob and moan uncontrollably.

"We need to move," Michael decided. "Now!"

Abruzzi walked over and before I knew it was dragging me away from Teddy. I wanted to scream at him, call him every name in the book but my throat was clogged with saliva and I ended up coughing instead.

It was only then that I realized that Tweener was no longer with us. Where did he go? I struggled to regain my locomotion and succeeded but only for a few moments. Abruzzi assisted me most of the way until we came to a airstrip. I had heaved again but nothing came out except for thick bile.

"Oh man, that's nasty."

I wasn't sure who said that but I seconded that motion. Just then a fury of lights shone into the woods and we all backed up. The lights were from a police cruiser who leisurely drove along the road.

"He ain't moving," Sucre cried.

"Shh!" Michael ordered. "Hold it, hold it." We watched as the cruiser finally passed us and Michael nodded. "NOW!"

We all burst from the woods and sped across the grass at top speed. My lungs screamed as well as my brain but I didn't stop. I could feel more blood trickle down the back of my neck and down my back but that didn't stop me. Freedom was only a possible few feet away and I wasn't going to give it up without a fight.

"I can see it!" Sucre cried happily. My legs pounded against the ground as we continued to sprint.

"FREEZE! DON'T MOVE!" The voice was loud, it was like the voice of God shouting down at us. But we kept moving.

"We're almost there," Lincoln encouraged. Now every bone, organ even tissue in my body was screaming at me to stop. But I wouldn't allow my body to come to a halt, not now. We reached the airstrip and I tripped on the concrete flying forward. I scrapped the palms of my hands but quickly got to my feet and almost fell over then. I turned to see the plane slowly making its way towards us.

"Hey!" We shouted in unison and continued to chorus individually and as loudly as we possibly could. The motors of the plane drowned us out as it lifted and took off into the sky. We watched in despair as the flashing lights disappeared into the night sky.

"What do we do now?" Sucre asked Michael. We all turned to him waiting for an answer, behind us red and blue lights flashed. Voices and sirens wailed.

"We run."

A/N: Thank you to everywho who reviewed, faved and alerted this especially to Nirain and LaHalfeline. I have recieved a few PMs for a sequel so I might continue this story. Anyway thanks for all your support. Spitfire47