Orinigally, I wasn't going to post this for another few weeks...but I decided that if I got reviews that then it'll help me with the writers block I am suffering right now. Enjoy
Title: A Life Like That
Sequel to: A Life Like This
Rated: T (just to be safe)
Warnings: At times, some characters MIGHT appear OOC...the reason? A new character will be brought into this story shortly to add to the suspense. Like always, you will never guess my intentions and the ending will shock you more than previous story.
Authors Note: This will be my last Alias fan fic. Since the show is over, my ideas are gone and this story is my own version of the series ending. Also, you must be patient with updates. I am also re-writing my X-men fan fic and it is my first time doing it on a movie.
Other than that...enjoy!
Chapter 1: From the End To the Beginning
It was one emotion which she held strongly, especially after all the given events that she had succumbed to in the past few weeks…anger. Her face burned from the vicious backhand that she had received early for doing what she did best…being a smartass to those who wanted something from her, without asking nicely. Her wrists were red and bruised as a result her hands begin tied tightly to the chair. Even though she continued to struggle to get free, it didn’t work much to the pleasure of her subjugator. She looked around in the dimmed light at the bare walls until her eyes were fixed on the door once again. The only door, the entrance and the exit in which she needed to escape through. The man who had tied her up smiled at her once more and moved across the room, grabbing a chair in the far chair, and dragging it in front of her. He sat down and leaned close to her to where he could smell her perfume.
“Ms. Bristow,” he said. “Perhaps if we started over again, under better terms, yes?” he suggested. “From the beginning.”
Sydney only glared at him, a million different thoughts on how killing him most adequately, suddenly crossed her mind. But Sydney shook them away. Her time was running out and she couldn’t afford to waste anymore time. On the other hand, she loved how easily the bad guys became pissed off.
“Ok,” Sydney finally agreed. “I was born in a hospital and my parents, Jack and Laura Bristow named me Sydney Anne Bristow. I learned to walk when I was two; I ate on my own by three and rode my first bike when I was five…”
The man’s smiled quickly faded. “Don’t get smart with me!” he shouted.
Sydney shrugged, showing no emotion. “You said to start from the beginning…I did.”
The man quickly controlled his temper and his smile slowly crept back on him. “How did you escape, Ms. Bristow?”
“Why does it matter?”
“It matters to me because you could have some information I want,” he explained.
Sydney’s eyes flared and she nodded, understanding. “You mean, Milo Rabamldi?”
The man nodded. “Specifically.” Sydney smiled softly once more and chuckled. “What is so god damn funny,” he asked quietly. “Do you have a death wish?”
“If you wanted to kill me, you would have,” Sydney commented. “Besides, Milo Rabamldi…has never existed.”
ONE WEEK EARLIER
It had only been an hour, and he wasn’t even tired. Michael Vaughn never got tired when he was releasing his energy. For weeks, his workouts have been intensifying. Each day pushing himself more and more because to him, it was the only way to feel better. His fist connected gradually with the punching bag as his heart rate kept jumping up at every hit.
“Whoa there man,” he heard.
Michael didn’t look up because he didn’t need to. He knew that his best friend Eric was suddenly standing behind him and watching Michael carefully, avoiding to step any closer in case he would piss him off and take a shot at him. “Got anything?” Michael asked.
Eric rolled eyes and sighed. “Since you asked me an hour ago…no.” Eric carefully and slowly walked around Michael as he continued to hit the punching bag. “Look man, I appreciate you sweating for me and all but they haven’t found anything on Sydney or Irina.”
“They haven’t found their bodies either,” Michael replied. “That’s enough for me.”
“There may be nothing left,” Eric spat out. Michael reacted instantly and stopped punching, standing up straight to look his best friend directly into the eyes.
“I don’t think the CIA has anymore interest in it,” Michael said.
Eric’s eyes widened. “What? Why would you think that?”
“Because…the weapon was destroyed…that’s what they wanted.”
“But Sydney is one of ours.”
“She wasn’t originally,” Michael pointed out. “Sydney has to be alive.”
“She has to?” Eric repeated. “Mike, the blast and radiation alone could have incinerated them. Hence, no bodies to be found.”
Michael shook his head and walked over to his locker while peeling the tape from his hands. “I know she’s alive,” he whispered again.
Eric sighed and walked closer to Michael. “Okay…if she is; which after three weeks I can’t positively say that she is, we would have heard something by now,” he pointed out.
“Unless she escaped the island undetected.”
Eric raised his eyebrows. “Yeah right,” he laughed.
Michael cracked a smile. “You haven’t seen her in action.”
Eric smiled at him, shaking his head. “Dude…you are seriously losing it.”
“I swear to god Will, you're losing it,” Francie sighed.
Will walked out of his closet and into the bedroom carrying a pile of clothes that he quickly threw into the suit case on the bed. He quickly turned and went back into the closet. “I am not losing it,” he told Francie.
Francie, leaning against the door in the bedroom, stared at the suitcase on the bed. “Okay,” she said. “That’s why you are going to Germany because some freak called you on the phone…right?”
Will walked back out again and threw more clothes in the suitcase. “I told you,” Will said zipping the suitcase up. “This is a major lead in Sydney’s disappearance.”
“It’s…well, because….” He stammered. He then looked down at the suitcase in defeat, unable to close it from the amount of clothes in it. “It just is!” he finally said, then went into the bathroom to retrieve more things to pack up.
Francie rolled her eyes and walked over to the suitcase on the bed. “Will, I don’t understand what this means,” she said. “Is this supposed to help you find her?” Francie asked, while closing the suitcase successfully.
Will walked out of the bathroom. “Yes! The voice said that they had information that will help me find Sydney and get to bottom of this whole Rabamldi thing they were talking about.”
“The voice?” Francie repeated rolling her eyes. Will smiled brightly and nodded, as if he figured his first case out. Francie threw up her arms. “Okay!” she said. “But I’m going with.”