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(yes this is another post-finale fanfic and its my first one, remember)
Irina slowly walked to the chair where her daughter sat in restraints. She had never seen a look of such livid contempt on Sydney’s face, not even in Taipei just a year ago when she shot her. How could she explain to Sydney the truth? Of course she’d never believe her, but she had to try. As she approached, she was halted dead in her tracks.
“Don’t,” Sydney said, furious.
“Sydney, please,” Irina’s voice was calm and gentle.
“Do you think you can just talk to me, and tell me how much you love me, and it will make everything better. Oh yes, well if you said that, surely we can go out to lunch and have a nice little chat. Who do you think you are?” Sydney snapped, “My mother?!”
Sydney was furious. Did her mother really think that after betraying her, not to mention the CIA, then kidnapping her and holding her there, that she could just talk to Sydney like nothing had happened? Irina had worked with Allison; she was responsible for Francie’s death. She is evil, Sydney thought, she is evil. Then, as she was about to begin ranting at her mother, a voice interrupted.
“Having a nice chat here are we?” said the voice
Who was it, Sydney couldn’t tell. His face was hidden in shadow. But wait, Sydney knew that voice; She knew exactly who it was. She was not going to listen to this.
Sydney wanted to yell so much, that she couldn’t even get a word out. She just froze up and glared at the figure with the utmost despise.
“Well I didn’t expect a cheerful reunion,” the voice had a face now as he stepped out of the shadows and revealed a frowning Sloane.
“I do hope you can forgive me, but you gave me no other choice. I warned you didn’t I?”
“Shut up”
“I have forgiven you. Soon you will understand why this has to happen”
“I said shut up!”
“Yes, well there is no time to waste, I’ll see you soon”
Sloane turned and left the room, leaving Sydney and Irina alone again. Irina, while having remained silent for the past few minutes turned to Sydney, desperate.
“Sydney, sweetheart, I know you don’t want to but you have to believe me. This has to happen. You will see soon, why. But I would never betray you. I am working in your best interests. I only keep up this charade with Sloane for that purpose. Sydney, truth takes time, you know that.” Irina whispered sympathetically.
The whole time Sydney looked straight ahead. Don’t listen to her, she said to herself, she’s done this before. Just don’t listen. Sydney had heard her mother say these things before. Why? She didn’t really expect Sydney to believe them, unless in her twisted mind she believed them herself. Yes, that’s it, she’s delusional, Sydney agreed.
Irina left the room, leaving Sydney with her thoughts. She had to figure out some kind of plan. She had to get out… But then, her mind raced. Why was she here? What were they planning to do with her? Surely not kill her because they would have done that already… The chair was made of steel and was cemented to the ground. It wasn’t weak she could tell that already, and the handcuffs were tightened so tight, there was no way she could free her hands with the thick steel on the chain…Could this be some kind of manipulation, or mind conditioning?… There had to be something else. She looked around the room, panicking. No windows, and no doors, except for the one her mother and sloane had come through. Even that door she could see was solid steel. There must have been at least 5 bolt locks on it and a key card entry…Sydney was torn between worrying about the reasons why she was there and her instinct to find a way out. This was not going to be easy. Sydney almost laughed at the thought of escape while still handcuffed to that chair.
She waited, it seemed for hours upon end. Sometimes she could hear in the back round the clanking of hammers and buzz of saws. It could mean a million different things for Sydney, but one thing immediately stuck in her mind: the rambaldi device. They were going to use it on her. No sooner had she come to this conclusion, then Sloane walked into the room, with that evil grin Sydney so much despised.
“Well a few minor repairs had to be made. We didn’t expect it to stay fully intact when we moved it” Sloane gave her a toothless grin. “ You know, it’s a shame we didn’t get to use it on your father, Sydney. But, I realize now, you are a much better candidate for this particular device”
Sydney just sat there frozen in hate, but at the same time a look of worry flashed across her face. What was this thing?
“I certainly hope this is successful” Sloane turned and left the room.
“Its time!” she heard him shout to the crew that undoubtedly was working on the device
The door swung open and five men dressed in gray workers uniforms wheeled a very large machine in the middle of the room coming very close to Sydney. At that point anger had completely left her and she was now close to panic. The men left the room and the final clank of the door echoed around the room, spelling for Sydney, what she thought was the end. What little light there was in the room flickered and died. The machine started spinning slowly at first, then faster. Faster and faster it continued to spin, then suddenly the room was filled with a blinding white light. Sydney grimaced, this was it, this was the end...
( Like I said, This is my first fanfic, so if you like it, please respond. And, in the words of Vaughn, “If you don’t like it, well then don’t tell me.” ) I’ll post more as soon as I get some feedback
Irina slowly walked to the chair where her daughter sat in restraints. She had never seen a look of such livid contempt on Sydney’s face, not even in Taipei just a year ago when she shot her. How could she explain to Sydney the truth? Of course she’d never believe her, but she had to try. As she approached, she was halted dead in her tracks.
“Don’t,” Sydney said, furious.
“Sydney, please,” Irina’s voice was calm and gentle.
“Do you think you can just talk to me, and tell me how much you love me, and it will make everything better. Oh yes, well if you said that, surely we can go out to lunch and have a nice little chat. Who do you think you are?” Sydney snapped, “My mother?!”
Sydney was furious. Did her mother really think that after betraying her, not to mention the CIA, then kidnapping her and holding her there, that she could just talk to Sydney like nothing had happened? Irina had worked with Allison; she was responsible for Francie’s death. She is evil, Sydney thought, she is evil. Then, as she was about to begin ranting at her mother, a voice interrupted.
“Having a nice chat here are we?” said the voice
Who was it, Sydney couldn’t tell. His face was hidden in shadow. But wait, Sydney knew that voice; She knew exactly who it was. She was not going to listen to this.
Sydney wanted to yell so much, that she couldn’t even get a word out. She just froze up and glared at the figure with the utmost despise.
“Well I didn’t expect a cheerful reunion,” the voice had a face now as he stepped out of the shadows and revealed a frowning Sloane.
“I do hope you can forgive me, but you gave me no other choice. I warned you didn’t I?”
“Shut up”
“I have forgiven you. Soon you will understand why this has to happen”
“I said shut up!”
“Yes, well there is no time to waste, I’ll see you soon”
Sloane turned and left the room, leaving Sydney and Irina alone again. Irina, while having remained silent for the past few minutes turned to Sydney, desperate.
“Sydney, sweetheart, I know you don’t want to but you have to believe me. This has to happen. You will see soon, why. But I would never betray you. I am working in your best interests. I only keep up this charade with Sloane for that purpose. Sydney, truth takes time, you know that.” Irina whispered sympathetically.
The whole time Sydney looked straight ahead. Don’t listen to her, she said to herself, she’s done this before. Just don’t listen. Sydney had heard her mother say these things before. Why? She didn’t really expect Sydney to believe them, unless in her twisted mind she believed them herself. Yes, that’s it, she’s delusional, Sydney agreed.
Irina left the room, leaving Sydney with her thoughts. She had to figure out some kind of plan. She had to get out… But then, her mind raced. Why was she here? What were they planning to do with her? Surely not kill her because they would have done that already… The chair was made of steel and was cemented to the ground. It wasn’t weak she could tell that already, and the handcuffs were tightened so tight, there was no way she could free her hands with the thick steel on the chain…Could this be some kind of manipulation, or mind conditioning?… There had to be something else. She looked around the room, panicking. No windows, and no doors, except for the one her mother and sloane had come through. Even that door she could see was solid steel. There must have been at least 5 bolt locks on it and a key card entry…Sydney was torn between worrying about the reasons why she was there and her instinct to find a way out. This was not going to be easy. Sydney almost laughed at the thought of escape while still handcuffed to that chair.
She waited, it seemed for hours upon end. Sometimes she could hear in the back round the clanking of hammers and buzz of saws. It could mean a million different things for Sydney, but one thing immediately stuck in her mind: the rambaldi device. They were going to use it on her. No sooner had she come to this conclusion, then Sloane walked into the room, with that evil grin Sydney so much despised.
“Well a few minor repairs had to be made. We didn’t expect it to stay fully intact when we moved it” Sloane gave her a toothless grin. “ You know, it’s a shame we didn’t get to use it on your father, Sydney. But, I realize now, you are a much better candidate for this particular device”
Sydney just sat there frozen in hate, but at the same time a look of worry flashed across her face. What was this thing?
“I certainly hope this is successful” Sloane turned and left the room.
“Its time!” she heard him shout to the crew that undoubtedly was working on the device
The door swung open and five men dressed in gray workers uniforms wheeled a very large machine in the middle of the room coming very close to Sydney. At that point anger had completely left her and she was now close to panic. The men left the room and the final clank of the door echoed around the room, spelling for Sydney, what she thought was the end. What little light there was in the room flickered and died. The machine started spinning slowly at first, then faster. Faster and faster it continued to spin, then suddenly the room was filled with a blinding white light. Sydney grimaced, this was it, this was the end...
( Like I said, This is my first fanfic, so if you like it, please respond. And, in the words of Vaughn, “If you don’t like it, well then don’t tell me.” ) I’ll post more as soon as I get some feedback
I look forward to see what happened with this machine...
