Okay, ch. 12. I’ve been debating what to do with this one and if I should write some major, life changing events. Also, spywolf, I’m sorry I brought Irina back, but it kinda fits in the storyline, so… yeah. Oh, and PG-13 b/c some of it gets a little gory.
This only made him love her even more that she could put him before himself. He and Matt continued to watch her move. Well, Matt wasn’t watching, but he was feeling the wind that she produced as she went by, and sensing her heartbeat as she went, it was as good as seeing.
‘This is not happening. This is so unreal. How did I end up here with the two loves of my life?’ Sydney thought to herself, gliding across the ice in an arabesque.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Matt said to Vaughn, not taking his “eyes” off Sydney.
“Yes she is. She is truly the most amazing person—woman—I’ve ever met.”
“So then why do you constantly put her down? All you two have done in the past few days is fight.”
‘Thank you, Mister States-the-Obvious,’ Vaughn thought to himself. “Sydney and I have a very—unique relationship. And actually, we were doing fine until we got to New York.”
“Would this fight you two are in have anything to do with me?” Matt mused, sensing he already knew the answer.
“Y-es,” Vaughn said slowly, figuring this guy should know the raw truth. During their talk, however, both men had failed to notice Sydney’s presence, or lack thereof. What they didn’t know was that she was currently slashing some throats behind a wall of trees on the other side of the park. Ice skates do come in handy, after all.
*
Sydney skated a few more minutes before she recognized the familiar blonde head. Beside him was a bald head covered with a ski cap, but she could recognize that face anywhere. Bullseye. She decided to do some elaborate toe loops and camel spins, ending with a back layout, just to get some attention. She glided over to the other side of the ice rink and stepped off, walking behind some trees, knowing they would follow her.
“Alright, come on, where are you?” she whispered, crouching behind a trashcan, waiting for them to appear. She decided to keep the skates on, even though she realized they might be a hindrance to her fighting abilities. She slid her sais out of the sleeves of her sweater, which she had grabbed from the trunk.
“Come on, love. We know you’re around here somewhere. Come out and play,” Bullseye taunted, baiting her to come out of hiding.
“And make sure she dies this time. I can’t keep running like this! I do have work to do!” Sark growled from somewhere to her right.
“Shut up, damn it, I have to find her first!” Bullseye shot back, exasperation dripping from his voice.
“Alright boys. You want to play? Then let’s go!” Sydney stood up and kicked the trashcan over, tripping Bullseye who had charged at her. He quickly flipped to a standing position and faced her, taking a fighting stance while fiddling with his belt. Sydney decided it would be better if he didn’t gain access to any weapons, so she swung her right skate around and brought the blade across his hand. (no need to go into details here)
He gasped in pain, looking at his bleeding knuckles, knowing his right hand was rendered useless.
“Where’s the fun in just a little scratch, huh? Come on babe, let’s go for the kill.” This time, Sydney definitely had the upper hand considering Bullseye had to duck every time she swung her leg out of fear of her skates. He was momentarily caught off guard, however, when he heard a noise behind the trees, which gave Sydney just enough time to deliver the final blow. She swung her right leg again, aiming a little higher. Bullseye crumpled to the ground, grasping his throat before he fell face forward, the life draining out of him.
“Now, now, Miss Bristow. Did you really have to go and kill him?” Sark said, pulling his usual gun pointing at her heart bit.
“Well, let’s see. He almost killed me, he almost killed the Devil, and he almost killed my boyfriend. Yeah, he needed to die,” she said, readying her sais and looking straight at him. “And you’re next on the list.”
“Miss Bristow, you do realize if you try to fight me and dodge bullets, you won’t last? After all, you probably spent all your energy fighting—” he paused here “—this?” he said, looking down at Bullseye then up at her with a smirk.
“Well, actually, I was saving the best for last. And now that your bodyguard is gone, I guess we don’t have to worry about him interfering.”
“Have it your way.”
*
“Wait, Mr. Vaughn, where’s Elektra?” Matt said, realizing he hadn’t heard her skate by for the last fifteen minutes.
“She’s—she’s not out there. You don’t think they got her, do you?”
“No, I don’t think so. It’s too public a place, we would have heard it.”
“Then she’s got to be around her somewhere. Do you hear anything?”
Matt tried to distinguish any particular noises above the laughter of children, the honking of taxis, and the sounds of silver blades skating across freshly swept ice.
“I—I can’t. There’s too many sounds. Wait!” He heard a gasp coming from the other side of the rink. It wasn’t exactly screaming “Conspicuous!” but he decided it was their best lead. “Come on, on the other side of the rink.”
The two men jogged until they reached a small grouping of trees. If anyone was back there, you couldn’t tell.
Crack!
“Didn’t they teach you anything about stealth at the CIA, Mister Vaughn?” Matt quipped after hearing Vaughn step on a twig.
“As a matter of fact, yes. At least I don’t have to hit everything with a stick just to make sure it’s actually there.” It was a low blow, even for Vaughn, but he was getting sick of this guy, and decided to hit him where it hurt.
“I hope that came from the stress of looking for Elektra, Mr. Vaughn, otherwise, there might be some serious issues here.”
“Well then, lay off, would ya? My god, all you have done is ridicule and insult me since I got here. And don’t even think of denying it, because trust me, Sydney’s not the only one who has been present at certain conversations. I’ve had a wire on her the entire time we’ve been here. Now you know what it feels like to get a taste of your own medicine.” The two men stood there glaring at each other for a moment before a gunshot drew their attention towards the clump of trees. They rushed into the trees, not expecting to see what they actually saw.
*
“No, Sark. Have it your way.” Sydney flung herself at him, knocking the gun out of his hands and knocking him to the floor. They wrestled on the ground for a few minutes, each landing a punch, Sydney landing more than him. They both scrambled to get hold of one of the weapons laying on the grassy floor consisting of Bullseye’s silver discs, the gun, and Sydney’s sais, which she had previously dropped.
“Give it up Sark!” she said through gritted teeth and he hit her in the jaw. He attempted to get up, but she swung her left leg out, tripping him again. He fell to the floor and grunted, looking back at her with the evil eye.
“Oh, you idiot, would you give it up already? She’s wearing skates, so there’s no way you are going to win!” another voice yelled from behind Sark. He scampered over to the bodiless voice, limping as he went. When Sydney tried to get up to see who her newest opponent was, her body gave out, and she collapsed, barely able to keep her eyes open. She was able to turn her head just slightly, however, so she could see two pairs of feet standing before her. Then she heard the gun go off, and she blacked out.
*
When Vaughn and Matt got behind the trees, they (or Vaughn, depending on how you look at it) saw a bruised and once again bloody Sydney lying on her stomach, face turned towards another body and someone holding a gun. It took Vaughn a second to register it was Irina holding the gun, and the body beside her was (and seconds before had been) Sark. Her head was hanging down, as were her arms, the gun swinging loosely by her side. She fell to her knees and took a deep breath.
“Drop it!” Vaughn yelled, pointing his own gun at her. The gun dropped to the ground, and she looked up at him through her wild, streaming hair.
“It’s done.”
Vaughn didn’t understand, but at the moment the only thing his only concern was Sydney. He quickly cuffed Irina and shoved her roughly towards Matt, who, due to the lack of sound, couldn’t tell what was going on. He knew Sydney was close by, but her heart beat was so faint he couldn’t even tell where she was. He felt someone fall against him; it must have been Sydney’s mother, because he recognized her smell from before. Lilacs and lilies.
“Sydney? Syd, come on. We have to get you to a hospital,” he said, talking to the almost lifeless form that was her.
“What should we do about this one?” Matt said, pointing towards the handcuffed, docile Irina.
“I think I know who to call,” Vaughn said with a hint of disgust in his voice. He didn’t mean to be mean when it came to her, but, those things never quite work out they way we want them to. He pulled out his cell and dialed Jack’s number.
“Hello?”
“Jack, it’s me. We have her.”
“What! Why, where—hold on, the mother or the daughter?”
“The mother.”
“Alright, keep her somewhere where she can’t get out. I’m taking the next flight up there. I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“We’ll, uh—we’ll be at the hospital.”
“Why? Never mind, I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough.” Jack hung up, and Vaughn sat there holding his cell in his hand.
“Alright, Murdo—Matt, follow us in a separate car and try to hide the cuffs. We don’t want people getting the wrong impression. I’ll take Syd to the hospital. She’ll be under Natchios, so we won’t be that hard to find.” With that, he picked her up and started walking towards the other side of the park where they had parked the car. He laid her gently in the passenger seat in the front, did the seatbelt, and got in the driver’s side. Checking her pulse, he knew he had to hurry, so he decided to take the streets he was familiar with. Racing down fifth avenue, he heard Sydney groan and prayed she would wake up soon. They finally reached the hospital, and Sydney was immediately rushed off to ICU. Soon, Matt came trailing in with Irina.
“So explain to me again why we had to split up?” he said, sitting her down in a chair between him and Vaughn in the waiting room.
“So that way we wouldn’t be that noticeable when I checked Sydney in. Anyways, you didn’t miss much. She is still getting blood transfusions. But she should be out soon.”
“I killed him.”
“What?” both men said at the same time.
“You heard me. I killed him. Sark. And I know where Sloane is, I can give him to you.” Vaughn sat there stunned, while the wheels in Matt’s mind were turning. He had heard of this Sloane. He was something of an underground criminal mastermind. If Matt could find him and bring him to justice along with Elektra’s mother, maybe Elektra would choose him over Vaughn. Just maybe. After all, she had told him Sloane had been plaguing her life.
Sorry it’s weird and I managed to kill two characters, but I really wanted Sark dead, and I also wanted to bring Irina back into this. Hopefully spywolf can do a little explaining, and if not spywolf, then just PM me and I’ll FYI. (fill you in… haha… okay, it’s supposed to be funny.) And don’t hate me too much for killing Sark, he just needed to die!
~Me :angel2:
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