Beyond Ordinary Understanding

POINTBLANK47

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Guys, I know I said I would have an update last week for ya, but I've been really busy. My college professors decided to give me loads of homework and my job isn't helping either. Also my boyfriend decided to take my laptop with the story on it. :mad: I really been working hard. So please don't hurt me. :hide: lol. I will have an update shortly.
 

POINTBLANK47

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Time really flies when your busy. I've written chapters 3 & 4 and there will be updates on Sunday, promise, but I am not sure if I will continue writing. It's so hectic with school right now. :(
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POINTBLANK47

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Chapter 3

Somewhere in the World (Continued)

“Oh really and why is that? I thought you just loved exposing yourself to public display, and then getting your ass hammered into the ground. So anyways, you finally decided to give up because you realize you’ll never win. Well that’s just fine with me, yet I’m sure…<silence>…oh sorry I just can’t reveal that tiny detail just yet,” she said in a sarcastic Russian tone, while demonstrating the tiny part with her thumb and forefinger. Her lips curled into a ruthless smile as her eyes darkened challenging the intruder to reply.

The flame of irritation could be seen in the intruder’s eyes. “You know very well that no one, and I mean no one could ever kill Sydney Anne Bristow. Sure you can make her grieve, make her feel as if she is has nothing left in the world, but honestly she is the chosen one…” Then it all clicked. “She isn’t meant to be killed, because of the prophecy. Their just tests, you just hired me as a babysitter to keep Michael Vaughn occupied. I could have been killed in the process, just like before. I was never going to be a partner in this.” “You used me,” she said through clenched teeth. She cocked her gun she had used on the two worthless guards. “Tell me who is the man that we work for, and I’ll let you live. I’m sick of being left in the dark about everything.” “Now who is it?” she asked assertively while aiming the gun at the Russian.

Laughter could be heard echoing off the concrete walls of the warehouse now. “You stupid dumb-ass b****, you honestly think I’m going to tell you that. You must be dim-witted to think that I would do such an underhanded thing, oh wait you already are.”

The alarming bells when off in her head, right after that statement was said. She had had enough of these insults. She wanted answers and if she couldn’t get them, who cares. Her right hand squeezed the trigger. The bullet went flying into the air at warp speed. Although it did not end up hitting the target it had intended. Instead it headed straight for the ceiling and hit light bulb, shattering it into pieces that ended up on the ground, thanks to gravity.

Her eyes darted to the ground, and then at her intended target. Standing perfectly still, arms crossed over her chest. Knees locked firmly. Her expression was one of amusement. There was no fear what so ever in her eyes that could be detected, she knew the outcome.

Then she realized there was a firm grasp locked on her wrist. Holding it in place so she couldn’t attempt anything again. “Rico, please escort Miss Reed or should I use your real name Allison, out of here. I’ve had enough, of the game twenty questions, maybe we’ll play again later,” she said in a deviously. And then she added with a wink, “if your good.” Rico bounded both of Allison’s hands and preceded to hand the gun off to his boss. He began to walk her out of the second floor of the warehouse, when the voice was heard again. “Oh Allison, about the dark, you’ll have plenty of those days ahead of you.” Allison turned her head swiftly, locking eyes with the cunning Russian. “We’ll see” she retorted under her breath.

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LOS ANGELES- UCLA Medical Center

If had been a few hours since Vaughn had woken up. Weiss had step out of the room and talked to Dixon. He then formulated a way of telling Vaughn; Sydney could be dead. He just decided to put it to him straight, no laying it gentle on the table. His friend needed the truth, but his reaction was not the one he had been expecting.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, right?” Vaughn chuckled as he eyed his friend. “You’re sure she isn’t getting a cup of coffee and you’re trying to lay one over on me. Come on man, I know you too well, your bad as hell with this felgercarb.” To Vaughn this was a lame joke that Weiss was playing on him. He loved to kid around all the time. But staring him straight in the eye and seeing his facial expression lock down hard trying to get through to him, he realizes that it isn’t. Everything he had put into plain words was the god-forsaken truth. So Sydney, his Syd, could possibly be in the middle to the next 9/11th. This wasn’t happening to him, he thought. Sure life had its ups and downs, but when does it even out. He’d had his father die when he was eight years old. Joined the C.I.A. and run into a girl with bozo hair who he questioned as crazy at first glance. Yet now she was the love of his life. She was taken away from him, when everything was simple. The word simple stuck its self in his mind. Nothing was ever simple, since the day he was born. However, simple to him was being able to see her, hear her voice even for a few moments. He cherished those memories deep down. All he wanted was her. He couldn’t stand another two years apart. She was alive and he knew it.

“Man, I wish I was,” Weiss responded sadly.
Vaughn let out a deep sigh, “Well I at least had to ask, before accepting it.” He took his left hand and ran it over his face. He stopped and pinched the bridge of his nose. The lines of unease and apprehension began to show as his brow furrowed.
“So on the last end of her phone call before it cut out it said, Welcome to Wittenberg?”
Weiss could only nod agonizingly slow. He knew this was hard to take in, but nothing that he could
To cheer things up a bit, Weiss added, “Their doing everything they can. Dixon is sending a team of agents to Germany as we speak. We’re going to get to the bottom of this, I promise.”
“Thanks man that helps,” Vaughn said with some relief. He yawned then, all of this unexpected news, which was an understatement by far, had made him sleepy or it was the drugs they had given him earlier for the pain.
“Well I guess you’ve need to rest, and no objecting Mike,” Weiss stated sternly, “you need to sleep so you CAN help find Syd, okay?”
Vaughn decided to listen for once. No more escape roots, just yet anyways. Only when necessary. He nodded to Weiss’s statement.
“There is a security guard outside for your safety.” Weiss just laughed to himself if Vaughn took down him out while on doses higher than his grandmother was prescribed. “See ya tomorrow man.” Weiss picked up his jacket and proceeded to leave the room.

Later That Night

“We have already been through a lot together, and I believe that we have been prepared for this moment and the future we will hold together. I promise to keep the good memories alive, and to let the bad ones die. I vow not to let the sun go down on our anger, and to treat each morning as a new day to love you, the gift I have been given. I will not forsake you or these vows that we have made, but rather strive to show you my love for the rest of our lives. This is my promise to you, Michael Christopher Vaughn.”

“Now do you Sydney Anne Bristow take Michael Christopher Vaughn to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
Vaughn’s eyes drift from the priest to the most beautiful woman in the world to him. He makes his way up the silky white gown she is wearing, to the pearl necklace strung around her neck, to the treasured smile he sees forever. He then looks into the starry depths of his goddess.

“You betrayed me.” The words hit him again as if the universe had been swallowed whole. This wasn’t happening. All of a sudden darkness and he jolts upright, then his line of sight becomes visible.
He’s in the hospital room, and he’s drenched in sweat. It was just a dream. He says to himself. “It was just a dream,” he says again to his gratitude. His hand swipes across his forehead and running it through his hair before settling back into the bed.

“Was it,” comes a whisper on the opposite side of the room. His snaps towards the direction of the voice.
 

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POINTBLANK47 said:
Then she realized there was a firm grasp locked on her wrist. Holding it in place so she couldn’t attempt anything again. “Rico, please escort Miss Reed or should I use your real name Allison, out of here. I’ve had enough, of the game twenty questions, maybe we’ll play again later,” she said in a deviously. And then she added with a wink, “if your good.” Rico bounded both of Allison’s hands and preceded to hand the gun off to his boss. He began to walk her out of the second floor of the warehouse, when the voice was heard again. “Oh Allison, about the dark, you’ll have plenty of those days ahead of you.” Allison turned her head swiftly, locking eyes with the cunning Russian. “We’ll see” she retorted under her breath.
OMG.... LAUREN.... ALLISON.... Allison doubled herself as Lauren? OMG!!

“Was it,” comes a whisper on the opposite side of the room. His snaps towards the direction of the voice.
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OMG, who the hell is that? It's either Syd or Lauren (Allison)!! Awesome chapter, im soooo glad you finally updated!! Don't leave it so long between updates next time :P
thanks for the pm!!
 
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OMG!! I can't believe Allison is really Lauren!
Vaughn took it surprisingly well what happened to Sydney!
Who is in Vaughn's room? And why say that??
Thanx for the pm
Update soon!
 

ACER47

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WOW I need to check my mail more often, finally an update. Thanks. Was Lauren doubled or Allison, whose who, I'm confused. And whos in Vaughn's room? Update soon please. Great chapter.
 
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