Post by Audio Pineapple on Feb 5, 2007 0:06:17 GMT 1
Dedicated to Lostie 
It's an AU set at the end of season one
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“So was it worth it?”
Tweener sucked in a gasping breath as his body was pushed further against the wall, his mind reeling to try and think of the right thing to say, “I’m sorry.”
He felt T-Bag lean closer to his ear, his mouth biting gently down onto it, “I didn’t ask if you were sorry, I asked if it was worth it. Because there are a few guys around here who will really want to have their way with you once I’ve finished.”
“I’m sorry,” he gulped, chastising himself for saying the wrong answer yet again, “I didn’t mean for it to happen.”
“So you didn’t mean for Bellick to find out about my little escape, even though you told him?”
“N…no?”
He saw one of his captor’s hands remove itself from the wall and disappear for a moment and he considered running; he wouldn’t make it very far, being trapped in the yard, but he could try to find someone, anyone who would offer him protection before he was caught. His plans seemed ruined when the hand returned, this time brandishing a knife, “now you have an incentive to actually answer my question.”
His voice seemed darker than normal, more menacing but Tweener knew that it was the least of his worries. He would still have to face Abruzzi and then the knowledge that Michael had already been admitted to the psych ward after losing his last chance to save Lincoln.
“I was just trying to get a better cellmate; Bellick promised me… he said…”
He heard T-Bag laughing, feeling the other man’s groin pushing against his trousers and he felt the tears start to sting underneath his eyes, immediately closing them, “how do you feel about your cellmate now?”
“It wasn’t worth it, I didn’t realise what it would do to Michael…”
His eyes crashed open as he was thrown to the ground, the wind getting knocked out of his stomach with surprise. Rough hands grabbed his shoulders, turning him onto his back and he saw T-Bag kneel above him, the blade still in hand.
“And what about what it did to me? This was my only chance to get back outside them walls.”
“It wasn’t worth what it did to you either,” he spoke quickly, the tears falling faster, the fear inside him increasing every second.
“Now there’s no point in lying to me, I know that you’re pleased that I’m not free,” T-Bag moved so that his legs were on either side of Tweener’s chest, smirking to himself.
“I am pleased,” he wasn’t sure if he should have told the truth or not but lying hadn’t gotten him anywhere, “but please don’t hurt me.”
“I think I want to, and I think that other people around here do as well. Abruzzi and Sucre sure aren’t pleased with what you did.”
“Then protect me from them!” His eyes widened as he came up with his idea. Reaching his arm back he pushed it into T-Bag’s pocket, bringing the fabric out with him, “you said that you wanted me, you can have me, just protect me from them.”
“You want me to protect you?”
“Yes.”
“Okay then, I promise that they won’t touch you,” Tweener felt relief flooding through him, the feeling dissipating a second later as he saw the blade slash through his throat. Letting go of the pocket his hands flew to the cut, trying to stem the flow of blood.
T-Bag stood up, wiping his hands onto his trousers and making eye contact, his smile widened, “you should have guessed by now boy, nobody touches my pockets without permission.”
It's an AU set at the end of season one-----------
“So was it worth it?”
Tweener sucked in a gasping breath as his body was pushed further against the wall, his mind reeling to try and think of the right thing to say, “I’m sorry.”
He felt T-Bag lean closer to his ear, his mouth biting gently down onto it, “I didn’t ask if you were sorry, I asked if it was worth it. Because there are a few guys around here who will really want to have their way with you once I’ve finished.”
“I’m sorry,” he gulped, chastising himself for saying the wrong answer yet again, “I didn’t mean for it to happen.”
“So you didn’t mean for Bellick to find out about my little escape, even though you told him?”
“N…no?”
He saw one of his captor’s hands remove itself from the wall and disappear for a moment and he considered running; he wouldn’t make it very far, being trapped in the yard, but he could try to find someone, anyone who would offer him protection before he was caught. His plans seemed ruined when the hand returned, this time brandishing a knife, “now you have an incentive to actually answer my question.”
His voice seemed darker than normal, more menacing but Tweener knew that it was the least of his worries. He would still have to face Abruzzi and then the knowledge that Michael had already been admitted to the psych ward after losing his last chance to save Lincoln.
“I was just trying to get a better cellmate; Bellick promised me… he said…”
He heard T-Bag laughing, feeling the other man’s groin pushing against his trousers and he felt the tears start to sting underneath his eyes, immediately closing them, “how do you feel about your cellmate now?”
“It wasn’t worth it, I didn’t realise what it would do to Michael…”
His eyes crashed open as he was thrown to the ground, the wind getting knocked out of his stomach with surprise. Rough hands grabbed his shoulders, turning him onto his back and he saw T-Bag kneel above him, the blade still in hand.
“And what about what it did to me? This was my only chance to get back outside them walls.”
“It wasn’t worth what it did to you either,” he spoke quickly, the tears falling faster, the fear inside him increasing every second.
“Now there’s no point in lying to me, I know that you’re pleased that I’m not free,” T-Bag moved so that his legs were on either side of Tweener’s chest, smirking to himself.
“I am pleased,” he wasn’t sure if he should have told the truth or not but lying hadn’t gotten him anywhere, “but please don’t hurt me.”
“I think I want to, and I think that other people around here do as well. Abruzzi and Sucre sure aren’t pleased with what you did.”
“Then protect me from them!” His eyes widened as he came up with his idea. Reaching his arm back he pushed it into T-Bag’s pocket, bringing the fabric out with him, “you said that you wanted me, you can have me, just protect me from them.”
“You want me to protect you?”
“Yes.”
“Okay then, I promise that they won’t touch you,” Tweener felt relief flooding through him, the feeling dissipating a second later as he saw the blade slash through his throat. Letting go of the pocket his hands flew to the cut, trying to stem the flow of blood.
T-Bag stood up, wiping his hands onto his trousers and making eye contact, his smile widened, “you should have guessed by now boy, nobody touches my pockets without permission.”
