Prison Break: Soldier (1/1)
Title: Soldier (1/1)
Author: Thyboz
Characters: Michael, Lincoln, OC (Prison Break)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: not mine, belong to Fox and TPTB.
Summary: What if there aren't just heroes, but also heroines?
AN: Written for the Is that you, Mary Sue? Challenge at pbhiatus_fic. This is the first time I actually try to write badly. I also didn't know what a Mary Sue was before (yes I'm innocent like that), so I probably went a bit over the top. This is literally what I never write. So please don't take this fic seriously!
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This was it, he knew it.
It was over.
The end he had tried so hard to reach. It was finally here. Only it wasn't the one he had hoped for. Instead, it was the one he had feared.
Michael turned away from the company agent standing in front of them, trying very hard to not look at the gun that was now pointed at him. He glanced at his brother by his side, and Lincoln looked back at him.
He knew it too. It was all over, and they had lost. After everything they had done, everything they had achieved and everything they had fought for, they were gonna lose after all. Alone in an alley, a bullet between their eyes. What a waste.
The sudden shot made Michael jump and for a second he wondered if he was dead.
He felt as though his breath had just been knocked out of him, but he had yet to feel pain. He turned back to the man, before glancing at Lincoln again, but his brother only looked back at him with the same bewilderment in his eyes.
That's when the agent fell to the ground. The gun crashed against the concrete, sliding to Lincoln's feet as they both took a step back. And in place of the agent now stood someone else, someone none of them had seen before.
Michael watched in amazement as the young woman lowered her gun, her move smooth and steady. She was tall and slender, her simple jeans and shirt flattering her body in a way she probably was not aware of. But as his eyes reached her face, it's her features that took his breath away.
Despite the gun in her hand, her face was soft and thin, an innocence flowing from her that he had not expected from someone who had just shot another human being. But it's her eyes that gave her away, their indescribable color hiding an edge that betrayed her. There was more to her than what she was letting them see.
"Who are you?" He said in a breath, unable to recover from the shock that he was still alive.
"Someone who has lost as much as you," she said as she stepped towards the agent and checked his vitals quickly, before putting the gun back into the holster at the back of her jeans. Her dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders, framing a face so perfect that he could not look away.
"How did you know..." Lincoln's voice was rough, and Michael could tell he hadn't realized yet that they were given another chance. Because this woman was not here to kill them, he was sure of that. He felt that he could trust her, even though he couldn't tell why. "How did you find us?"
"I, we've been watching you." She corrected herself as she stood again and looked at them steadily. "You're not the only ones who want the company to go down, and we are all counting on you to succeed."
Her words caught his attention, and he noticed for the first time the crystal sound of her voice. "Who do you mean 'all'?"
The beginning of a smile curved her lips, but it disappeared so fast that he would have doubted it ever happened if it weren't for the sudden skip his heart had made. She gracefully turned her back to them and made her way out of the alley.
Turning back once more, she glanced at them one last time. "The company might have an army. But so do you."
And then she was gone.
Author: Thyboz
Characters: Michael, Lincoln, OC (Prison Break)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: not mine, belong to Fox and TPTB.
Summary: What if there aren't just heroes, but also heroines?
AN: Written for the Is that you, Mary Sue? Challenge at pbhiatus_fic. This is the first time I actually try to write badly. I also didn't know what a Mary Sue was before (yes I'm innocent like that), so I probably went a bit over the top. This is literally what I never write. So please don't take this fic seriously!
***
This was it, he knew it.
It was over.
The end he had tried so hard to reach. It was finally here. Only it wasn't the one he had hoped for. Instead, it was the one he had feared.
Michael turned away from the company agent standing in front of them, trying very hard to not look at the gun that was now pointed at him. He glanced at his brother by his side, and Lincoln looked back at him.
He knew it too. It was all over, and they had lost. After everything they had done, everything they had achieved and everything they had fought for, they were gonna lose after all. Alone in an alley, a bullet between their eyes. What a waste.
The sudden shot made Michael jump and for a second he wondered if he was dead.
He felt as though his breath had just been knocked out of him, but he had yet to feel pain. He turned back to the man, before glancing at Lincoln again, but his brother only looked back at him with the same bewilderment in his eyes.
That's when the agent fell to the ground. The gun crashed against the concrete, sliding to Lincoln's feet as they both took a step back. And in place of the agent now stood someone else, someone none of them had seen before.
Michael watched in amazement as the young woman lowered her gun, her move smooth and steady. She was tall and slender, her simple jeans and shirt flattering her body in a way she probably was not aware of. But as his eyes reached her face, it's her features that took his breath away.
Despite the gun in her hand, her face was soft and thin, an innocence flowing from her that he had not expected from someone who had just shot another human being. But it's her eyes that gave her away, their indescribable color hiding an edge that betrayed her. There was more to her than what she was letting them see.
"Who are you?" He said in a breath, unable to recover from the shock that he was still alive.
"Someone who has lost as much as you," she said as she stepped towards the agent and checked his vitals quickly, before putting the gun back into the holster at the back of her jeans. Her dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders, framing a face so perfect that he could not look away.
"How did you know..." Lincoln's voice was rough, and Michael could tell he hadn't realized yet that they were given another chance. Because this woman was not here to kill them, he was sure of that. He felt that he could trust her, even though he couldn't tell why. "How did you find us?"
"I, we've been watching you." She corrected herself as she stood again and looked at them steadily. "You're not the only ones who want the company to go down, and we are all counting on you to succeed."
Her words caught his attention, and he noticed for the first time the crystal sound of her voice. "Who do you mean 'all'?"
The beginning of a smile curved her lips, but it disappeared so fast that he would have doubted it ever happened if it weren't for the sudden skip his heart had made. She gracefully turned her back to them and made her way out of the alley.
Turning back once more, she glanced at them one last time. "The company might have an army. But so do you."
And then she was gone.