#corruptedbreed

“Do you ever know when to shut up?” Linc half shouted at the other inmate. He always seemed to try and find himself arguing with the others. It was already bad enough they had to work together to get out of her but now giving Michael a piece of his mind? Lincoln wouldn’t stand for it. No one talked to his little brother that way and got away with it. He had half a mind to send a punch to the other’s cheek, but found himself holding back so he wouldn’t start a scene. “Why don’t you do us all a favor and just dig, I’m sure you’re good at that already.” 

     “ you, uh — you good, pal?”

                                   P  R  I  S  O  N    B  R  E  A  K

             ❛ You best hope that is a case of sniffles, Bagwell, the COs                don’t look too kindly upon harassment of the female staff. ❜

President Snow. Snow is the man who took everything away from him. Everything he ever loved. Everything he ever wanted. His whole life. Sometimes he thinks he’d give up literally anything and everything to be the man who gets to kill Snow. Sometimes he finds himself thinking that Katniss doesn’t really deserve the chance to, because so many have lost so much more under Snow’s rule. It’s easy to let his mind wander to darker thoughts and he can’t help but feel like killing Snow is a right that belongs to those who have suffered more; lost more; have been trapped in the Games for years, decades longer. Killing Snow feels like avenging his family, but the fact that the right is snatched from his hands by a child who’s barely even felt the full reach of Snow’s power — it makes him feel like he’s failed his family all over again. But those are his darker thoughts on his worst days. He loves Katniss. He wants to keep her safe. If killing Snow is what she needs, he’d rather let her have the chance for that closure rather than take it himself. Even when her arrow pierces the chest of the other President (a call he knew she would make, in truth), he knows he must protect her first and give up the one chance he will ever have, when all hell breaks loose and he’s free to charge forward with the crowd or follow the men dragging her away. It has to be the latter, every time. He’s resigned himself to never have peace. That’s a sacrifice any parent would make. 

why go to ‘bama when you can stay in prison