er... I forgot about this... :lol: well... I forgot about the chapters I have done, so I'll just post them... oki.. and that ends this :blink:
Infinite Skies
Part VII
Sydney’s head is pounding from the numerous blows to her head and what her mom has said. The room starts to spin so she grips the sides of the bed for support. Questions began to swarm through her mind, but before she can ask, a man comes inside the cell. “Agent Bristow, I need you to come with me,” he told her. Getting to her feet, she glances at her mom, a small flash of fear growing. Irina smiles slightly, trying to reassure her, and at the same time trying to regain her composure.
The man grabs her by the arms, and she’s pushed out of the cell and down the hallway, escorted by several other men. Casting a glance behind her, she sees Irina leaning against the glass watching them take her away. The look is full of sadness. The fear that had been growing was now burning brightly inside her. I never should have left Lorry, I never should have come back, She thought. I should have known Weiss would betray me like this. Some tiny part of her is telling her there was no way she could’ve known, especially since he’d been- no, since he
is- Vaughn’s friend. God, is there anyone I can trust anymore?
The men took her in a direction she’d never been before, and she was curious about where they were heading. Looking up, she sees the grim faces of the men and any hope that they were escorting her out vanished. One man catches her gaze and glares angrily at her, and walks a little faster, kicking her as he passes.
Son of a [EDIT], Sydney thinks. But there was no use getting free now. There was no where for her to go, no where for her run to. There was no chance of escaping what awaited her.
A thought suddenly struck her.
What if there is something infinite? Infinite pain… infinite bad luck in my case anyway. Her heart sinks even lower as she’s brought into a room. Kendall’s there. She suddenly feels like she’s at a hearing, and this is judgment day. She wants to run. She wants to run somewhere, desperately, escape somehow. She knows what questions they’ll ask, and she doesn’t want to answer them. There’s nothing she can do though, Kendall motions them to sit her in the chair in front of him. She unexpectedly feels small and insignificant when she sits down, looking at Kendall from across the room. Three more FBI agents enter the room after she has.
They sit down next to him, dropping several files on the table. Sydney averts her eyes, but she can feel the stares of the men on her. After some time one clears his throat. “Ms. Bristow,” he says, demanding her attention. Slowly, she turns her head to look into the cold eyes of the agents.
“That’s Mrs.
Vaughn,” She says icily, glaring at them. One agent looks up from a folder and raises his eyebrows. She can feel her heart flutter anxiously as she awaits what comes next.
“Ms. Bristow,” said the first man, ignoring her. “Do you know why you’re here?” Sydney scowls at them once more.
Is he saying that jus to annoy me? She wonders. It’s definitely working. She keeps her face expressionless.
“You will address me as Mrs. Vaughn, or Agent Vaughn,
not Ms. Bristow,” She tells them coolly, deciding she won’t answer if they call her otherwise. All four of them frown.
“Look Ms.
Bristow,” Kendall says with authority, “We don’t need your attitude right now, so you can stop the stubborn act before it gets started. These are my colleagues, Agent Durst, McCauley, and Davison.”
He must be trying to show them he can keep me in line, Sydney thought, smirking slightly.
He doesn’t want them to know he can’t control me, that he’s a flop when it comes to being a director of anything. “I suggest you answer the questions they have for you so we can get this over with. I‘ll repeat the question, do you know why you‘re here?” He asked, giving her a hard stare.
Sydney remains silent, holding his gaze. Determination flares in her, she won’t answer any questions.
It doesn’t matter what they do to me, she thinks sadly.
Life is more of a punishment then anything they could ever think up.
“Agent Bristow,” says Durst, displeasure showing through in his voice. “Will you be answering the question, or stay silent throughout the meeting?” Lifting her chin up slightly, she narrows her eyes at them. Agent Durst looks at Kendall. “Do all your agents act this way?” He asked, his tone was condescending.
Furious, Kendall scowls at Sydney. “I can assure you, only she does, but in time she’ll learn that her decisions are not always wise. She’ll learn her lesson.”
Well that’s just great, Sydney thought sarcastically.
As if I haven’t learned enough lessons from you. She fights back the urge to roll her eyes. “Don’t make this harder then it needs to be Bristow,” he tells her in a threatening voice. Her muscles tense, she wants to hurt him. Badly. No, don’t Sydney, it’ll only make things worse, She reminds herself. Relaxing a bit, she leans casually back in the chair, and looks somewhere else.
“Agent Kendall, we do not have time for this,” she hears McCauley saying. “Find a way to get her to answer the questions, or you may as well give her the death penalty for espionage.” Tightening his lips, Kendall turns back to her.
“Ms. Bristow, I’m growing tired of your charade, all you have to do is answer our question.” When she refuses to answer again, he turns his back on her to confer with the other three. She hears a muffled conversation, and she strains her ears to listen. They turn back and signal for the guards to come take her. Kendall pulls one aside and tells him something.
Agent Davison, who had been quiet throughout the little get-together strode up to Sydney, an unreadable expression on her face. “I’d like to speak with her alone,” She requested of the guards. They looked uncertain, but when Kendall nodded slightly, they let Sydney go and walked out to wait by the door. Davison waited until everyone had left the room before she said anything. “Agent Vaughn,” she started. Sydney looked up, a little shocked. “I wanted to let you know what the plans are for you. Since they’re fairly certain you won’t be subject to answering their questions, they wanted to put you under the death penalty,” Davison told her. Sydney showed no reaction. “However, I was able to convince them that since their was no proof you are or are not working with Irina Derevko to place you in a safe house, much as your father almost arranged for Derevko. You will be under 24 hour surveillance, and you will not be given another chance to meet with us.” Davison stopped, trying to gauge Sydney’s reaction.
It was impossible to be able to tell what Sydney was thinking, even she herself didn’t know what to think.
Aren’t these actions a little extreme? she wondered. “So, are you saying, that they think I’m a terrorist?” She asked.
Davison smiled slightly. “Precisely. Along with thinking you could be as dangerous, if not more, as your mother.” Sydney smiled faintly. “You’ll be taken back to the cell for a few hours, then someone will come to escort you to the ‘house’. I don’t know many details yet, but I’ll be sure to talk to you soon.” She stands up as the guards re-enter the room. Sighing, Sydney gets up too and allows them to shove her back to the cell.
Irina gets up almost instantly when she’s pushed back into the cell, and walks quickly towards her daughter. “Are you alright?” She asked, worry lines appearing vaguely around her eyes. Sydney nods, her eyes tearing a bit. “What happened?” Irina wanted to know. She hated seeing her daughter so distraught, she wanted to stop it, but Sydney just waves her off again and sits back down on the bed.
Faltering, Irina walks over and sits down beside her, getting as close as she dared. “They were going to give me the death penalty,” Sydney told her quietly. Irina looked up sharply. “They aren’t going to anymore…” Sydney’s voice trails off. Irina could almost sense that’s what she wished had happened. She waits patiently for Sydney to continue. “An FBI agent, Agent Davison convinced them not to. She told me.. She said I was going to be taken to a safe house and put under 24 hour surveillance. I’m guessing it’s for the rest of my life.”
Irina felt her heart tugging. She didn’t want to see her daughter locked up for the rest of her life. Not like she was now. Her already broken spirit seemed as though it would shatter into more pieces at any moment. The name suddenly sparked recognition in her mind. “You said Agent Davison?” Sydney nods. Irina turns inward to think. “Sydney, I know how you can escape.”
Sydney looks up at her mom, stunned. Escaping was definitely something she wanted to do. But now that the idea of breaking out was a reality, she wasn’t sure if she could. She didn’t know if she could leave the possibility of isolation from the world, the guarantee that she’d never have to face another lying, traitorous person again. But freedom meant a lot. The thing was, she didn’t know which was more important to her.
Infinite Skies
Part VIII
“How?” Sydney managed to get out. Irina was about to reply when the door opened again. Two guards came through.
“You two, you get 20 minutes outside, lets go,” One said gruffly. Rolling her eyes, Irina lets herself be cuffed around her ankles and around her wrists as they always did when moving her anywhere.
Like that would stop me from killing you, she thought mockingly. They do the same to Sydney, probably expecting her to put up a fight. Sydney remains placid though, and doesn’t put up a fight as the two of them are steered to the top of the building.
Once outside and the restraints are taken off, they huddle together in a corner of the building, watching the cars below them. Sydney feels a small thrill rush through her, imagining what it would be like to feel the wind rushing against her face if she fell.
Whoa, she thought.
Since when did I want to jump off a building? “I take it you don’t know about Agent Davison,” Irina murmurs to her. Sydney looks up, confused. “Agent Davison was part of my organization,” she says quietly. “She was put into the FBI for certain reasons before I became The Man, and I’d decided it might help to leave her there. Since she’s on your case, I was thinking she may be able to help you to escape.” As she finished her sentence, Agent Davison appears behind them.
“Talking about me, are you?” She asked smiling. They turn around . In a low voice, Davison continues. “Sydney, I’ve managed to arrange for you to escape, I’ll let you in on the details later. What I need to know, is if you want to do this first.” Sydney froze. She knew she had to make a decision fast. Mentally, she runs down a list of the pros and cons. Biting her lip, she nods slowly. “Good. You’ll be intercepted on your way to the safe house. There will be a car waiting for you when you get free. Keys will be in it, all you have to do is just go. It’s up to you where you go from there, it doesn’t matter. All you have to do is go, and go fast.” With that, Agent Davison left abruptly, leaving Sydney to absorb it all.
She turns back to face the street. “Where am I supposed to go Mom?” Irina is silent. What am I supposed to say? She wonders. “If only Vaughn were here, he’d tell me what I should do, where I should go,” she says, her voice breaking. “I can’t believe he’s really gone.” She whispers.
“Sydney, listen to me. Vaughn is dead. You
need to accept that.” Irina said firmly. She hates seeing her daughter fill with pain, knowing it was yet again because of her, but this needed to be said. “What happened, happened, and there’s no changing that. You can’t change the past Sydney, no matter how much you look back and wish. No matter how much you try to. He will never come back Sydney,” She told her softly.
Sydney looked up at her, her expression full of agony. It was almost too much for Irina to bear. “Maybe he will,” She said quietly. “Maybe he really isn’t dead. We don’t know for sure, do we?” Suddenly she broke down. “Oh god Mom! I miss him! I miss him so much! I can’t stand having to live without him, it hurts inside more each day. It’s all my fault he’s gone, I know it. He was always there for me no matter what, he took care of me even though he didn‘t have to. He was the one thing in this world that I never had to lie to or be someone else around, he was the only person who really knew me. He was the only person to
ever really care about me. And now he’s gone, and it’s all my fault!” Sobs wrack her body and she crumples to the ground.
Irina feels like her heart is breaking to see her daughter so full of grief. Pulling Sydney up, she shakes her. “You can’t honestly believe that! You cannot honestly think that you are responsible for Vaughn’s death!” The guards shift uncomfortably at the sight, but don’t take any action. “He wouldn’t want you to think that!”
Sydney falls into her and starts crying. “I know Mom… I know… but it hurts. It hurts so bad.” Irina, not having been able to be this close before, hugged her daughter awkwardly, and soothingly rubbed Sydney’s back, trying to comfort her.
“I know Sydney, I know it hurts,” Irina said. “I know that you wished the pain would just go away, I know you wished this never had to happen. But it did Sydney. He may be gone, but you’ll still have the memories of him, memories you can hold on to and remember him by.”
Sydney sniffed, crying even more. “But why Mom? It’s not fair that all I have left of him are memories, after all I’ve been through, it isn’t fair!” She knew she was wailing in front of CIA agents, but frankly, right now she didn’t care. She was finally getting it all out to someone. “I don’t want
just memories of him, I want
him. I want him to come back.”
Letting her daughter go, Irina pushes Sydney back a bit to look her in the eyes. “Sydney, you should know by now that the world is never fair,” she tells her gently. “Be thankful that you do have the memories, if nothing else.”
A guard comes up behind them. “Breaks over,” he said, finding it rather uncomfortable to be interrupting their conversation. Sydney’s mute as the cuff her again and take her back to the cell. She stays silent for the next hour, and Irina just watches her, glancing at her from time to time.
So I’m supposed to be happy I have memories left? Sydney thinks.
I should be grateful to the world that I still have memories. The world that caused me so much pain. How can I be happy that I have memories? There are so many memories I want to forget, so many things I never want to remember. The past was an odd thing. So many people looked back, reminiscing about the better times. For Sydney it was all full of heartache and hurting. Not something she wanted to remember. She doesn’t realize how much time she spends thinking silently to herself when her mom speaks up.
“Sydney, I know you want to be alone right now, but they’re going to come to take you away any moment now.” Sydney looks up at her mother. “I just wanted to let you know. I love you.” Irina’s said haltingly.
“I know Mom,” Sydney said, her voice thick with emotion. “I love you too. And… Thanks… for everything.” The sound of foot steps reach her ears. “I’ll never see you again, will I?” Irina shook her head. “That’s just great,” Sydney said bitterly. “The one person I have left will be taken from me too. There‘s nothing left anymore.”
Before Irina can answer, men come in and cuff her daughter, pulling her out to a waiting van. As she leaves, Sydney can hear these words muttered softly. “Memories Sydney. There will always be memories.”
er.. sorry that was so long...
another part might be up soon... later today.. or something :blink: lol...