Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall

On a special request to review, I've finally made it to this story. Sorry it took me so long, but being a sophomore in high and having a job isn't easy.

I am definitely liking this story. I think it has a lot of potential, although I would advise spell checking your work because misspellings tells readers you don't respect them enough to fix your work. It's minor, but it can throw a reader off at times.

Okay, I'm done.

~Me :angel2:
 
THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING ALIAS ELLE! G-d I luve MVISAHOTTIE (and I meant to spell that wrong, LOL don't ask) and I'll work on my spelling, thank you very much!
 
::Salutes:: "MAM YES MAM!!!"

Hello, again! I'm back with more of my fanfic, isn't that fun! LOL sorry, I'm hyper.
Anyways, here goes... And, if in the story, something looks like this then it's
someone's thoughts. Except for the beginning part, that's not a thought. Nor is the
letter that will come up in a minute.


Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall, who are the loneliest of all?
Why those who lose true love of course!
But true love is never lost, but waiting to be found
And once it's found, never let go, though all may tell you to


"MICHAEL!!" Sydney ran into their apartment, after driving all around town looking
for him. She searched every room, her vision blurry from tears. "Michael!" she called
out again, with no response. She collapsed on the bed, feeling faint. The room got
dimmer, and dimmer, until it faded to black.

***

"Sydney. Sydney." She felt a hand shaking her.
"Hmm... Michael?" she asked, still disoriented.
"No, Syd, it's Weiss."
Her eyes opened, and her vision cleared. "Did you find him?"
"No," said Weiss sadly. "But, I came here looking for you, and found this on the night
table. You really should keep your doors locked, they could've killed you."
If they took Michael, I don't care.
"Where's the note?"
Weiss gave it to her. "I wasn't even rude, kept it closed and everything."

She stared at the envelope, almost afraid to open it. Her name was written in
handwriting she recognized, but couldn't place. She slowly opened the envelope, and a
picture fell into her lap. A picture that was taken the day before Sydney was taken.
She remembered that day, her last day of freedom, so vividly, that she recognized it
immediately. Vaughn and Sydney had gone to San Francisco for the day, and the
picture was of the two of them, waiting for a trolley car. Sydney was resting on
Vaughn's shoulder, a smile on her face.

She blinked back tears, and began to read the letter.

Ms. Bristow-
By the way things looked when I entered your apartment, you already know what this
is about. We have Michael Vaughn. I assume you know this, and if not
SURPRISE!


Sydney almost exploded at how Sark could take this so lightly. She continued:

Don't worry, he's not dead. Not yet anyway. You have three days until we kill him.
I believe that is how long it took you to get to LA. But, we're not in Montana.

I recall, that we observed you prior to your capture. And we heard you speaking to
you friend Francie about your "future" with Michael Vaughn. She asked you where
your dream honeymoon was. I hope you remember.


Sydney handed the letter to Weiss, staring angrily at the floor. The letter had said, "
By the way things looked when I entered your apartment." Sark had been sitting at
HER table and wrote this letter. And now he was playing with her emotions. With
riddles.

Everyone knew how much Sydney hated riddles. With all the deception in her life, she
liked things to be straightforward. That was one of the many things she loved about
Vaughn. He was always straight with her.

"Do you remember where you wanted to go?" asked Weiss, snapping her from her
thoughts. She nodded.
"We're going to Aspen, Colorado."

***
"So, Kendall actually let us use a CIA plane?" asked Sydney, as she took her seat.
"Yeah, apparently, he feels guilty for stopping the search for you after a year."
Sydney laughed, then grew silent

"He'll be okay," said Weiss, trying to encourage her.
"He better be. That son of a ----- took my life, I won't let him take my reason for
living."
"Is there a difference?"
"If Michael dies... My heart may beat, but I won't be living."
"Mike wouldn't want that."
"I know that's not what he wants. But that's what's going to happen."

***
Vaughn awoke to blackness that he originally assumed was simply because his eyes
were closed. Actually, his eyes weren't closed, the room was pitch black. His eyes
searched the room, hoping, praying for some light, so he could make sure that Sydney
was not with him. But there was no light.

He could sense someone in the room with him. You know that feeling that you get,
when someone is staring at your back? When your hair stands on end, and you search
frantically for whoever is staring at you, but can't see them? That's what was
happening to Vaughn right now.

"Who's there?" he called out into the dark room.
"Hello, Mr. Vaughn." answered a voice. "I hope you realize that this isn't about you.
It's about Sydney. The fact is, your girlfriend, Miss Bristow, has escaped our care."

Care? You -------, there was no caring involved in holding her hostage for
seven years.


"We are holding you here in an effort to get her back. Granted, we could have just
taken her, but we warned her that we would take you as well, per chance she escaped.
And we always keep our promises."

And for some reason, it clicked. He realized who was talking to him.

Sark

***

Weiss was looking over the letter for the twenty-thousandth time. His eyes suddenly
grew wide.
"Syd! Come here!" he called, and Sydney came running over.
"What's wrong?"
"I just realized, Sark always used 'we.' Why would he do that?"
Sydney took the letter, and read it again, seeing it was true. "When Sark was working
for Irina, or Sloane, he always said their name or "my employer." He never included
himself."
"So, what does this mean? Sark's heading his own corporation?"
"It means, he's working with someone else."
"Who?" asked Weiss.
"I don't know..." admitted Sydney.

***
"So, Mr. Vaughn, how shall we pass the time until your beautiful Sydney gets here?
Dinner and a movie, hockey game, torture? All sound fun..."

The lights came on in the room. Vaughn stared into Sark's eyes, that were once icy
blue, but now, thanks to colored contacts, were green. His blond hair, now black.

The door opened. A woman stepped into the room and walked over to Sark. He
smiled, and kissed her. Vaughn sat in shock. Sark and the woman broke apart, a
strand of her blond hair, getting in her eyes. Vaughn managed to form a single word.

"Alice?"


HEHEHEHEHE It's ALICE!!!! I hate her. LOL. Enjoy, and PLEASE review.
 
OMG!! ALICE?!! THAT STUPID HORRIBLE NASTY IRRELEVANT PEICE OF TRASH!!! GRRRRRRR!!! (LMAO! You got me all worked up, I was so tired before I read this!) Go Syd Go!! Save your man! Live happily ever after!! But don't forget to KILL ALICE!!! ::starts chanting:: KILL ALICE KILL ALICE! LMAO! Great chapter!!

*runs out of room like a drunken penguin*
 
:chants: KILL HER, KILL HER, KILL THE EVIL ALICE.
--Mandy :angelic:
 
aliasjgfanaticmv said:
OMG!! ALICE?!! THAT STUPID HORRIBLE NASTY IRRELEVANT PEICE OF TRASH!!! GRRRRRRR!!! (LMAO! You got me all worked up, I was so tired before I read this!) Go Syd Go!! Save your man! Live happily ever after!! But don't forget to KILL ALICE!!! ::starts chanting:: KILL ALICE KILL ALICE! LMAO! Great chapter!!

*runs out of room like a drunken penguin*
HEY! That's reserved for me and spywolf!

And I like the new chap. I'm kinda amazed you're so happy I reviewed since God only knows how many authors I've dashed with my reviews, so, um, yay, I guess.

~Me :angel2:
 
::begins to sob:: Vaughn, Vaughn, Vaughn I love you! ok and so does Syd, but I want you to be saved too!!!
I can't wait for more!
 
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