The long awaited chapter is here! I am so sorry :(

Chapter 47

"Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Remember me for centuries
And just one mistake
Is all it will take.
We'll go down in history
Remember me for centuries..."
- 'Centuries' by Fall Out Boy

In the dark of the night, as the prison alarm bell echoed around, lights of the prison towers shining brightly down onto the ground and dogs barking in the distance, crouched in some bushes were our escaped convicts.

"Yo, come on man, we gotta roll!" C-Note whispered harshly to Michael

Michael ignored C-Note's anxiousness and calmly replied back, "We don't got to do anything but wait right here and let them get ahead of us,"

"I don't know if we even got the chance, papi,"

"Dogs, those sons of bitches," C-Note panicked as the dogs were walked out from the prison gates.

"They're coming right for us," Sucre exclaimed. His body twitching to move away from the danger.

"Nobody move!" Michael demanded. Every muscle in Eve's body froze, it became so still you would think she was dead, her breathing had slowed down considerably. She watched as the guard walked the hunting dogs into their cages in the back of the truck. "They can't smell us,"

But just as Michael said that the dogs began barking madly at them, "But they can see us," John stated to Michael.

"We need to move now," she told Michael. Michael nodded agreeing with her. He crouched-ran away quickly knowing Eve and the others would follow him, "Keep low but don't crawl, it'll slower you down" she educated the others before reaching far enough from the humans' eye, Eve stood up and pulled Michael up. He looked stunned before understanding her actions and nodded.

No one dared to speak, crickets didn't play their tune as the group of inmates ran through the woods, snapping branches and flattening the grass that grew. Eve could hear their heavy breathing as they ran as fast as they could through the woods under the waning moon. Breaking through to a clearing, Eve could make out Lincoln holding up the barbed wire to keep a clear path for the others.

"Hey, hey! Take that suit off!" he hissed seeing Haywire stumbling over, "You're practically glowing in the dark!" he grabbed onto Haywire trying to intimidate the other inmate in doing as he demanded.

"I only got my skivvies on underneath" Haywire whined and slipped under the barbed wire before Lincoln could say or do anything else to him.

John reached over trying to grab onto Haywire but the not-all-there inmate was too quick and slipped away before he could grab onto him.

"We gotta do something about that freak," Lincoln said to John. Eve crouched under after John keeping quiet as she listened to their conversation but her main focus was on Michael who had become last in the line.

John grunted as he held the wire for Lincoln, "You got it dude. Come on, come on, hurry up, hurry up!" He rushed Lincoln as the other man slipped under the wire.

It was back to running again for the group of escaped convicts, Eve quickened her pace reaching John who was leading the group. She jumped over fallen trees and brushed passed trees that stood in her way before she stopped at the edge of a clearing where an abandoned warehouse was.

"Where the hell is the van?" Sucre asked looking over at John. Eve scanned the area trying to spot the vehicle.

"Eyetie, where the hell is the van?" C-Note demanded giving John a smack to the shoulder.

"Ye of little faith," John said before he began running down the hill towards the abandoned warehouse. "There it is!" John exclaimed spotting the parked van under the roof covering. "Behind the wheel, Cro-Magnon," he said just as Lincoln was running pass him to the van, "Eve," the said female inmate turned around. John signalled to her and she nodded before slipping into the van.

"John, where are the keys?" she asked as she poked Lincoln in the side to silence the driver.

John grunted, "Dammit Eve, I said in the garbage can by the trees in a plastic bag,"

Lincoln stared over at Haywire who was in the passenger seat, "What are you waiting for?" he asked catching onto their plan. Haywire gasped and quickly jumped out to look for the said keys. Eve nodded and watched as everyone else began filing into the van. The door closed as the last inmate got into the van, John dangled the keys in Lincoln's face who smirked. Eve relaxed back into her seat, Michael glanced over at her and the two lovebirds grinned at each other, their hands slipped across the seats and linked together.

"This is it," Michael whispered to her.

"A new start," Eve finished. She looked out the painted window of the van, the smile never slipping from her lips.

"Hey John, I've got to ask you," T-Bag began and Eve rolled her eyes. "Why were you so intend on Lincoln driving here and you taking that particular seat?" he smirked glancing over this shoulder, "What is it exactly that you've got underneath there, huh?"

Eve rolled her eyes one last time before turning her head, "Shut up T-Bag," she hissed just to see the other inmate slapped the other end of a pair of handcuffs to Michael's wrist. "Dammit!" she hissed

"You think that's gonna stop me?" John threatened putting a gun to T-Bag's head,

Michael fidgeted trying to fight the handcuff off somehow, Eve soothed him whispering words of comfort into his ear

"Think again, Johnny Boy," T-Bag smirked, "You shoot me, Pretty here will be dragging along 170 pounds of dead Alabama flesh with him" Michael narrowed his eyes at T-Bag, "and considering how much you need him in this Fibonacci vendetta of yours...so I don't think you're gonna be pulling that trigger,"

"No, he isn't" Eve said giving John a look, "but you are going to give me the keys before I make you a woman," T-Bag did not move, Michael began searching the inmate he was handcuffed to.

"You looking for this?" T-Bag taunted them before swallowing the keys.

Eve punched the side of the van in anger, "Fucking hillbilly!" she hissed as the van continued to follow the curve of the road.

"If you think I won't gut you myself to get that key, you're in for a big surprise," John warned still holding his gun in T-Bag's eye view.

"I encourage you to remember the last time you came at me with a knife," T-Bag warned John.

"Shut up!" Michael snapped throwing his hands up and down, "Shut up! Both of you! You can settle this in Mexico,"

Eve wound her arm around Michael's neck, resting her hand against his collar bone. Michael smiled faintly back at her knowing she was the only thing that was keeping sane as his stress was piling up. He lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a dainty kiss on her pal, despite the dirt and grime that stained her soft skin. Lincoln watched the couple from his rearview mirror and smirked as he caught Eve's eye.

"How far to the airstrip?" Lincoln asked his brother breaking the tense silence.

"My guess, 5 miles, maybe," Michael said holding onto Eve's hand tightly. Eve pressed her lips to Michael's head trying to comfort him with her touch.

"You know your jet just better be there Mr. Mafia, you feel me?" C-Note warned John. Eve looked over at C-Note staring straight at the inmate with narrowed eyes in warning, C-Note caught her looks and swallowed thickly before glancing back at John, "It better be there," was what he said instead of all those words he had swallowed back after seeing the look on their female inmate's face.