hehe..thanx...here's the next chap....i'm REALLY impatient if you cant already tell....
~Chapter 7~
(at the warehouse in San Francisco, half an hour later)
Sydney could feel someone nudge her. It seemed so distant. She did not want to wake up. Why couldn’t she just give up, die, and sleep forever.
“Sydney!” Sydney heard. It was Michael… MICHAEL! Sydney woke up instantly. Death was not an option.
The room was spinning. She felt woozy. Something felt different though. She pulled her left hand towards her so she could see her ring. There were no chains. Michael had undone them. She glanced at her ring lovingly.
“Sydney! Are you okay?” Michael asked. Sydney looked at him with great gratitude.
“Thank you,” she said softly. She leaned on his shoulder, too tired to keep her head up.
“Thank yous later. We have to get out of here now,” Michael said. He helped Sydney get up. Her legs were wobbly. She collapsed on the floor. Michael scooped her up and carried her. He started running out of the room and down a dark hallway with many doors.
“My night in shining armor,” Sydney said weakly. She smiled slightly. Michael glanced at her and kissed her on the cheek. He turned a corner.
“Where are all the guards?” Sydney asked quietly. Michael hadn’t thought about this. Where were the guards? How had he gotten in so easily? He kept running anyway.
“Where are we, Michael?’ Sydney asked. She closed her eyes.
“San Francisco, Syd. You can’t fall asleep now. It’s not good for you,” Michael said. His voice was barely a whisper. His thoughts were with the guards. Where were they?
Sydney opened her eyes. She thought for a second. “Wait!” Sydney said. Michael stopped running.
“What is it Sydney? The exit is just ahead,” Michael asked impatiently. He glanced in front of him. A few feet away, there was a door marked ‘exit.’
“Are we on Fisherman’s Warf?” Sydney asked.
“Yeah. Why?” Michael asked.
“Turn left. Don’t go towards the door that say ‘exit.’ It’s a trap. There are explosives on the other side,” Sydney said.
“How would you know?” Michael asked skeptically.
“I was reading about this place. It was in one of those documents on Sark you gave me a few moths ago. Just trust me,” Sydney explained.
Michael looked at the ‘exit’ door just in front of him. He then glanced down at Sydney. He made up his mind and turned the corner.
this is going to have to last for about a couple of days...i ahve no inspiration whatsoever about what should happen next...so....plz comment...criticize...whichever....happy st. pattie's day!!!