"You've seen the blueprints."

Looking back, Michael knew he would betray them. From that first moment when he asked Tweener to lift the watch off Geary, he knew in some small, shuttered corner of his mind that it was a bad idea. The kid was young...he didn’t understand a thing about cold calculation, and he understood even less about loyalty.

Or so Michael thought until he took a bullet for the group.

There were a lot of things Michael hated himself for, and he’d collected most of those sins while trying to save his brother’s life. Among them were the sins of denying Tweener a PI assignment, neglecting to repay him for the watch. Putting him in a position where he thought he could get somewhere with Bellick...where his ignorance of cold calculation and a wealth of sheer desperation drove him to betray the only friends he had.

But among the worst of his crimes, including armed robbery, was the crime of arrogance...believing that he could shape the world to his will. He was guilty of seeing too little in David Apolskis...and guilty of seeing too much.

He was guilty of helping Tweener grow up on the wrong side of the law...and in his realization of adulthood, in making himself a better person...Michael was guilty of killing him.

Tweener had betrayed them all, and Michael always knew he would...but he was the only one among them who was truly innocent.

And the blood of that innocent was going to stain Michael’s hands for the rest of his life.

Muse: Michael Scofield
Fandom: Prison Break
Words: 262

There are worse things you can do to a man besides killing him...though for most people, that’s one of the most popular ways to destroy. Still, people are made of more than that...jobs, friends, actions, even souls if you’re the religious type.

My whole life, Lincoln was all I ever had. For that reason, I was willing to give my life....and while it’s painfully obvious I’d be willing to die for him, when I made a deal with Henry Pope I put a whole lot more than my heartbeat on the line.

For the authorities, turning myself in meant nothing. To Henry, it meant everything. Maybe in a way, he knew, even if he didn’t believe in the conspiracy...I would face new charges, be sent back to prison. Hell, knowing the Company? They just might find a murder to pin on me...let me take Lincoln’s place in the electric chair.

I would never taste free air again. I’d either rot in prison or fry for my own fabricated homicide, but either way? I’d never see Lincoln again. My job, my friends, my brother...the woman I cared about would all fall away and leave me with nothing.

Nothing but the knowledge that, ultimately, my brother would be apprehended and executed...shot like a rabid dog when he wasn’t even foaming at the mouth.

But I had Henry on my side...by giving him my life, I guaranteed that I could save Linc from that fate. I guess...in the end, he just needed to know that to know that everything was real. I can’t blame him...even confronted by the evidence he heard on that flash drive, after what I did to him I wouldn’t have been surprised if he simply allowed it all to slide.

But I gave my life for my brother...heart and soul. And in the end...I came away a step further along in my race against the world.

I just hope I can get to the finish line with Lincoln still beside me.

Muse: Michael Scofield
Fandom: Prison Break
Words: 342