heaven bird

"Father, can God hear me?"

"He could hear everyone."

"Save the world?"

"He saves the innocent."

"Punish the sin?"

"He punishes all evil."

"Then God, why didn't you come and save me and Audrey?"

"He will appear." The priest handed the young black-haired boy a silver cross, and gently stroked the boy's soft hair. "As long as people pray."

The young boy raised his scarred arm and looked at the sterling silver cross with a faint glow in the center of his hand, "As long as we pray?"

"...Then pray, today is Audrey's birthday, and I can find the sunflower she likes." A smile appeared on the boy's face, "Father, did God hear you?"

"He heard it."

……

T-bag woke up from a dream, he didn't even know when he fell asleep.

"F**K." He wiped his sweat-drenched hair, changed to lying on his back, and covered his eyes with his hands irritably. "Another inexplicable dream."

It wasn't a dream, and he could even tell the continuation of that damned dream, God didn't hear his prayers, and instead abandoned them again.

And that birthday was, of course, abysmal.

……

After Michael returned to the infirmary to re-bandage the wound on his head, he learned that his pile of "luggage" had been moved to T-bag's room, and he turned to T-bag's room. When he walked in, the room The other owner was lying on the bed in the posture of a corpse, and it was rare that he did not verbally harass Michael.

Neil squatted in the opposite room, his tall body shrunk into a ball, clutching the door with both hands and staring at Michael's bleeding bandage on his head, worried and afraid to speak, completely different from that day The lethality of the night, Michael noticed, he resumed the single room.

Michael withdrew his gaze, stepped on the T-bag bed, and planned to climb up to the upper bunk.

"Do you like the gift I gave you?" Michael lowered his head, T-bag seemed to have returned to normal, he held Michael's ankle with one hand, licked his lips and smiled provocatively at him.

"Go away."

"Wow, I was really scared." T-bag's hand touched Michael's calf along the bone of the ankle, and suddenly pulled hard, Michael staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"As expected of a genius, the sense of balance is better than ordinary people." T-bag stood up from the bed, leaned his back on the railing of the upper bunk, and drew an unnecessary arc in the air with his artificial hand. "So the genius is addicted to prison? Come to such a place with rules and regulations to experience life?"

Michael stabilized his steps, he raised his eyebrows, and there was a cold smile on his face. "Yes, so I envy you, how long will you live? 100 years or 200 years?"

T-bag's hand paused, and he began to draw Michael's naked/exposed neck through the air, stroked sideways and sideways. "Then Sarah must be very sad, oh, maybe she won't, after all you have a wild dog brother with only muscles but no brains, this kind of man is most popular with women, beautiful and lonely female doctor, and muscular man, Ha, what a vulgar story, maybe she is also looking forward to having sex with him quietly when you are not at home...cough..."

Michael grabbed T-bag by the collar and yelled at him in a low voice, "Shut up, T-bag, if I ever hear anything bad about Sarah from you again, I'll let you go tomorrow Just finish your sentence and go straight to God."

T-bag is happy to see the calmness in Michael's eyes being broken bit by bit by himself, even if it is for another woman, which makes him a little unhappy, he completely ignores the collar being grabbed "Do you think your little wife How steadfast? My sweetheart."

"It's none of your business, T-bag."

Michael's field of vision was forced to switch from the wall to the upper bed in an instant. T-bag's fake hand was pressed on his side, and the other hand reached into his neckline, and he almost pulled out the necklace roughly. , he put on a hypocritical smile and wrapped the necklace around his finger twice, mocking in a tone of "it's nothing to do with you again, baby, you grabbed the T-bag's Achilles' heel and ran over your feet from time to time, and then downplayed it Tell me 'it has nothing to do with you'? That's good, I wish my mother had nothing to do with you! She's miserable enough, she could have stayed safe in church till she went to the other world So far! Huh? Asa Hunter?" He deliberately emphasized Michael's pseudonym.

Michael looked at the cross between T-bag's fingers, and thought of the woman sitting quietly by the window, expecting her son to pick her up, something trembled in his eyes.

T-bag got his wish and saw a soft heart in Michael's eyes. Michael was always very kind to people except T-bag, including T-bag's mother.

After a long silence, his proud engineer lowered his eyes and said in a calm voice, "Sarah is dead."

Oh, the woman is dead.

--Honestly that's nice, T-bag thought, should he say sorry by the way, or honestly say he's glad they finally got a chance to start?

But he ended up saying nothing.

Because his engineer lowered his head, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, he looked like he was about to cry, T-bag felt his heart was stabbed by something suddenly, sharp and sour, and he wanted to kiss him again, In a gentle way, hold him in the palm of your hand.

But of course it was just an illusion, Michael raised his head, his expression returned to his usual calmness, there was no extra wave in his beautiful green eyes, only the determination flowed "The suspect is in this prison, I need to come to him evidence."

"So now." Michael reached out and lifted T-bag's necklace around his finger, pushing him away to sit up. "Put away those little surprises you prepared, T-bag, I don't have time for them."

T-bag wrapped his waist around him from behind, leaned close to his ear, and said in a seductive tone, "Don't bother, just tell T-bag his name, Teddy can help you kill him tomorrow."

"Kill him?" The corners of Michael's mouth curled into a sarcastic arc, as if he thought the word was particularly ridiculous, "Oh, yes, I forgot, you killed a lot of people, inside and outside the prison, enough to make up a book about killing people Complete Works."

"So he called..."

"Bagwell, where do you think you have the right to kill without evidence?" Michael interrupted him.

"If that murderer happens to be rich and powerful, his star lawyer team will only let him be sentenced to life imprisonment, and spend his whole life happily with the little beauties in the Garden of Eden, maybe he will still be alive when you die. "

"That's not something you should decide."

"Since you have to do something, why not let T-bag be a messenger of justice. Baby, you were not so gentle to me back then."

"Damn it, he's just a suspect, you're already a murderer!" Michael grabbed the T-bag by the collar and yelled in his ear, his tone was very irritated, his head was still bleeding, and he just wanted to put it back on. bunk to sleep.He thought it was clear to each other that he hated Theodore Bagwell, that he hated the man who had killed so many people.

And disgusted with himself who let him out.

T-bag grabbed Michael's hand and fell back on the bed together, then turned around and pressed Michael under him, his brown eyes were beating hot anger, and his tone of speech became more and more mocking "Murderer, ha, savior, you are completely You can throw me in the Fox River and let me fend for myself, you know that T-bag is a murderer, but you still took me out, right, because you want to save your idiot brother."

"What qualifications do you have to judge me guilty, Michael." The cunning man stretched out a hand and stroked Michael's green eyes lightly, pushing his responsibility completely away with intimate and gentle words like a lover. "I am a stain on your perfect life. T-bag makes you think of those who died because of you when you close your eyes. I guess you must dream every day. Dreaming that someone calls your name, dreaming Someone cursed why a serial killer was released."

Michael's body was stiff, his throat moved slightly, but he didn't speak.

T-bag knew he was right, the anger in his eyes spread even more, but suddenly added a twisted complacent emotion, he kissed the corner of Michael's eyes almost contentedly, his pretty engineer was a little dazed now , the expression of such a cold personality when he loses his mind is always very attractive. "You want to kill me, Michael, kill me and you will be free, kill me and you will be innocent. "

He felt the violent factors all over his body twitch faintly, and the hand on Michael's right eye suddenly pressed down through the eyelid, Michael gasped for a moment, and the vision of his right eye turned bright red, He struggled to push his hand away.

T-bag pressed Michael's struggling hands above his head with fake hands, ignoring his struggling body and bent down to kiss his right eye, Michael's eyelashes trembled, and lightly swept over T-bag's chin, As if scratching on T-bag's heart, he stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick Michael's eyelids, and raised another topic in an excited tone, "You know, why can I be sure that you are alive?"

Michael was trembling all the time, the tip of T-bag's tongue was hot, but it made him feel as cold as being wrapped around a snake. "Why?"

"I pried open your tomb." T-bag whispered hoarsely, as if in sweet love. "I escaped Fox River, this time alone. But I didn't go anywhere, Michael , Teddy just wants to find you."

The tip of T-bag's tongue lightly touched Michael's eyelashes, got under the eyelids, and directly licked and kissed the eyes that fascinated him deeply. It was so sweet... the sweetness tempted him to eat it bit by bit. "I dug up your tomb, but it's really disappointing, there's nothing in it, it's empty, and the strangest thing is that there are no relics, your family is too careless, how can this be the tomb of the great hero Michael Woolen cloth."

The pain from the direct contact of the eyeball brought a sense of fear that even the depths of the soul were cut open. Michael tried harder to shake off the T-bag, but he lost his strength due to excessive blood loss.

T-bag kisses the tears that come out of Michael's eyes, just because of the pain, but T-bag still feels satisfied. "You really know how to pick a place. It's a beautiful place. T-bag hasn't seen the sea for many years."

Michael felt that his eyelids were a little heavy, and he felt that his consciousness was slowly draining with the blood oozing from the wound on his head. Everything around him became quiet, and he seemed to be able to hear the sound of blood flowing slowly.

T-bag leaned against his ear, his tone was like saying good night, "Michael, if you were lying in the tomb at that time..."

Michael lost consciousness completely.