So I'm a huge Mahone fan and I've gone back and started re-watching all the seasons of Prison Break and this little idea for a story popped in my head…I just couldn't resist writing it down. So here it is! Please read and review!

Prologue: Little Slice of Hell

He couldn't believe it. Michael Scofield had been apprehended and was being sent to the same little slice of hell he was being thrown into. He had actually begun to imagine that Scofield was untouchable…that authorities would never again be able to lay their hands upon him, but here he was standing in the pouring down rain with his hands and feet bound together by chains and being escorted by Panamanian police officers toward the entrance of a large building called "Sona."

Michael looked up and met Mahone's gaze. He glared at the man with burning hatred while Mahone just stared at him, wide-eyed with shock and fear of the unknown horrors that lay beyond the massive doors in front of them. The doors opened slowly and the two men were led into one of the most hellish prisons known to mankind…

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The young woman's piercing blue eyes flashed with anger as she glared at the cocky young man who had entered her cell. Her upper lip curled up in disgust as she watched his eyes rake up and down her body.

"You better walk outta here while you still can, boy," she snarled as she dropped into a low crouch, "You don't know what you're getting yourself into."

The young boy's eyes widened and he gave her a look that clearly said he was impressed, "Oh, but I do…I know exactly what I want to get myself into."

The young woman growled low in her throat, "You stop to think about how I managed to get a cell all to myself in this hellhole?

The young man raised an eyebrow in confusion and waited for the gorgeous, raven-haired beauty to continue.

"I've killed more people that you could ever imagine," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "I was an assassin before I was captured and sent here…once a killer, always a killer. The men who lived in this cell I killed with my own hands…those here who I haven't killed have learned to keep a good distance away from me. You should follow their lead unless you would like to be added to my tally."

The young man swallowed nervously as he took a step back out of the cell. As he slowly backed away, the woman slowly moved out of her tense fighting position. She glared the young man down as he slowly but surely retreated from her cell. Once he entered the long corridor he turned and fled, his eyes wide and filled with fear as he glanced over his shoulder to make sure she had not pursued him.

The young woman smirked in amusement at the sight of terror in the young man's eyes. She relished in the fear she was able to produce. Instilling fear in the men of Sona had been the only reason she had managed to survive this long. She had to maintain that fear…the respect she had earned from her fellow prison mates…if she wanted to continue to survive.

Just then, loud cheering and shouting erupted from the courtyard. She recognized the chanting and shouting of the prisoners as they waited for the fight to break out. Someone had dropped a chicken foot, the symbol used to call a fight.

A smile slowly graced the young woman's flawless face. She silently slipped out of her cell and made her way outside to watch the battle. It was to most likely be the only source of amusement the prisoners would receive for the week and she was looking forward to it.

It was pouring down rain and the sun had set a few hours ago. The lighting was just bright enough that she could make out the shape of men huddled around in a wide circle, chanting as two other men began to circle one another in their deadly dance. Only one of these two men would walk out of the circle tonight. The other would be carried out in the morning to be buried.

Just as the fight began, the main doors of Sona opened up. The prisoners were too enthralled by the fight to even notice, but the young woman always noticed everything. Every change, every detail…nothing escaped her, nothing surprised her. She took a few steps away from the fight and slipped underneath the overhang near the first floor of cells. Her soaking wet black hair clung to her face and her black t-shirt and khaki cargo pants stuck to her skin as she peered around the throng of men to see who was entering Sona.

Her eyes widened a little in surprise when she saw that it was two American males who were being escorted into the facility. Two other American males had arrived a few days ago, one fat and badly beaten and the other scrawny with beady eyes and a seriously messed up hand. Those two the woman found both uninteresting and unattractive. The scrawny one disgusted her and the fat one was too stupid to even know how to take care of himself in the prison. But these two men were very different than the other Americans. The one had a buzz cut and his eyes seemed to take in everything at once. He looked and even moved with extreme intelligence as if every move he made was carefully calculated. The other man had longer hair and a good amount of stubble on his face. His eyes spoke of the horrors he had witnessed and participated in during his life. He too seemed to ooze with intelligence and he moved quickly into the shadows to conceal his presence. These men…yes, these men the woman found to be very interesting…

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