Chapter 13
Vaughn POV
I woke up in a drowsy haze.
Looking around me, I saw nothing. Blank walls.
I had no idea where I was or how long I had been there.
I racked my brain, trying to think of what had happened.
All I could remember was this morning. At least I think it was this morning.
Flashback
I was making a sandwich when Lauren walked into the kitchen.
She came behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist.
“Lauren, don’t do this.” I said pushing her away gently.
“Why not,, Michael? Are you afraid your precious Sydney will find out?”
“No. Because nothing is going to happen between us.”
“One day you’ll wish you hadn’t said that.” She said stomping off.
End Flashback
Could this be what she was talking about?
It couldn’t be. She isn’t so cruel that she would lock me up just because I rejected her.
At least I don’t think she is.
I see nothing in your eyes,
and the more I see the less I lie.
Is it over yet, in my head.
Not long after, none other than Julian Sark came into the room.
“We meet again, Mr. Vaughn.” He said cowering over me. “Let’s just cut to the chase.
You’ve interfered in our organization’s plans. Unknowingly of course. Who would have guessed that you would leave your wife for a resurrected love? It was
most inconvenient for us because you took away our access to the inner circle of the
C.I.A.’s operations.” He continued pulling a vial from his pocket. “We knew you to be
a very considerate man, but I never would have imagined you’d come to your ex-wife’s aid. And obviously, you never would have imagined that your ex-wife would come to our aid.”
His last words triggered thoughts in my head.
Lauren was working with Sark. That was made clear by his little speech.
But how exactly was she involved?
I know nothing of your kind,
and I won't reveal your evil mind.
Is it over yet? I can't win.
Luckily, I didn’t have to wait very long for an answer to my question.
“Hello, Michael.” I heard from the doorway.
“Lauren?” I asked, my mind racing.
So sacrifice yourself,
and let me have what's left.
I know that I can find
the fire in your eyes.
I'll throw it all away,
get away, please.
She opened the briefcase she was carrying and sat it on a cart that Sark had retrieved from the outside of the room.
I couldn’t see what was inside, but I was pretty sure what it was.
A torture device no doubt.
“We know Miss Bristow found the Passenger. Where is she?” Sark said pulling on a pair of rubber gloves.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I said truthfully. I heard the machine in the briefcase come to life.
“That is unfortunate.” Sark struck me with a metal baton sending waves of electricity through my body.
The pain was horrendous.
Just as I thought I would pass out, he removed the device.
“We can’t do this forever, Agent Vaughn. Your body can only stand this 2 more times. 3 if you’re lucky.” He said strengthening the current.
“Michael, please. Where is she?” Lauren said rubbing my forehead.
You take the breath right out of me. You left a hole where my heart should be. You got to fight just to
make it through, 'cause I will be the death of you.
I jerked away from her, giving her the best glare I could muster.
Again I felt a surge of pain.
This one lasted longer than the first.
“Last chance.” Sark said poking the burn marks on my chest and side.
Electricity shook my body once more.
The pain was intense.
It seemed to last forever.
I couldn’t take it anymore and passed out.
This will be all over soon.
Pour salt into the open wound.
Is it over yet? Let me in.
I woke up what seemed like hours later with an IV in my arm.
Neither Sark nor Lauren was to be seen.
I tried to remove the needle from my arm but couldn’t move.
The effects of the drug made me drift back into an unconscious slumber.
I awoke to the sound of gunshots.
I looked up in time to see the door crash open and none other than Jack Bristow walk into the room.
So sacrifice yourself,
and let me have what's left.
I know that I can find
the fire in your eyes.
I'll throw it all away,
get away, please.
“Come on.” He said removing the IV and pulling me from the bed.
I saw a few other people but couldn’t make out their faces.
They dragged me onto a plane and laid me down.
“They were running an IV of sodium pentothal and pavulon. We need to get him to a hospital now.” I heard Jack say, drifting in and out of consciousness.
“Oh my God, Vaughn.” I heard a familiar voice say. I opened my eyes to a distraught Sydney.
“Syd..” I croaked out.
“Shh… Don’t talk.” She said rubbing circles on my hand.
“Sorry about Lauren.” I said barely above a whisper.
You take the breath right out of me. You left a hole where my heart should be. You got to fight just to
make it through, 'cause I will be the death of you.
“It’s ok. I overreacted. Just get some rest. We’re almost to the hospital.”
I shut my eyes and thoughts of Lauren rushed to mind.
She did this.
She most like had a part in everything regarding Sydney as well.
I decided then and there that she would pay for all the pain she had caused.
I was sure of it.
I'm waiting, I'm hating, realize, start hiding.
You take the breath right out of me. You left a hole where my heart should be. You got to fight just to
make it through, 'cause I will be the death of you.
Breaking Benjamin - "Breath"
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hope yall liked it.. sorry it was so short..
btw.. if anyone was interested that drug they used on vaughn, it's part of what they use for lethal injection (in the US at least) it relaxes the muscles and causes unconsiousness and slows the heart down..
anyway.. r&r please..
