White_Rabbit
Mr. Trixter
Chapter 24-Time Pt. 2
***FLASHBACK***
"You are fifteen years old, Julian. You still show no effort in any of your classes, you don't participate in any extra curricular activities, you barely even move from that corner during recess. Why haven't you showed any improvement? Why do you not try?"
Julian Sark sat in the chair in front of the principal's desk.
"I really don't see any need to."
"You don't see any need to?"
"That's right."
"Stand up here, boy! Now!"
Julian reluctantly got up out of his seat and walked over to the principal, who had a belt in his hand.
Outside the office, walking down the hall was the girl. She began to walk slower as she saw shadows in the principal's office and heard yelps. She knew what was going on. It happened every day. When she saw Julian come out, his arms, all red, folded across his arms with tears across his cheeks, she walked over to him.
"How'd it go?"
"Fan-bloddy-tastic."
"C'mon, Julie, it couldn't have been that bad."
"Y'know what?" he said, walking toward the library. He always went there after a beating. She began to follow him.
"What?"
"One day..." he opened the door and walked in, she was still following him, "someone is going to shut you up."
She closed the door behind her.
"And who might that be?” She looked him straight in the eyes, just as he had, that day, years ago in the schoolyard.
He suddenly ran up to her and kissed her on the lips, and she was so taken aback that she fell back onto one of the library tables.
“Hmm…”she said. “that was surprising. What was that for?”
He smiled. “No reason. But, like I said, some one is going to shut you up.”
“Please continue.” She said. He kissed her again.
THREE HOURS LATER
Julian gets up out of bed, puts on a robe, and walks to the window, pulling back the shades. The sun was just setting. He smiled.
“It’s just about dark.” He said, turning around. Then he realized.
She was gone.
Sark woke up screaming, waking Lauren up. She put her hand on his shoulder, saying
“Is everything alright?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” He replied, laying back down.
“Bad dream?”
“Sure, yeah. Bad dream.”
She looked at him suspiciously. “Are you sure that’s all it is?” She asked.
“Of course.”
~~*~~*~~
The L.A. Safe House
“So…” Vaughn began, “We’re going ahead with the plan? According to Sark’s instructions? The hotel in Morocco?”
“Yeah.” Sydney said. She was fixing up some weapons for their trip.
“Syd?”
“Uh-huh?” she asked, still working on the weapons. He grabbed her hand, causing her to put down the weapon and look at him.
“You know Sark’s style just as well as I do. We could be walking into a trap.”
“Yeah, but what if he suspects that we think that and doesn’t really want us to go to the hotel? I think we should just play this one out. It might work to our advantage.”
Vaughn sighed. “Alright, I’m just worried about you.”
She leaned over and kissed him. “You don’t have to be. It’ll be fine. C’mon, let’s get to the plane. I’m done here.”
He followed her outside.
Morocco
April 6 1400 hours
Sydney and Vaughn strode through the hotel doors in full business wear, and walked up to the hotel lobby desk, they’re comm units connected with Irina and Rachel out back.
“We’re here to see Dr. Trom.” They said unanimously.
Two minutes later, they entered the hotel room of Mr. Robert Trom.
“Mr. Sark sent us.” Vaughn said.
“What do you have for us?” Sydney asked.
“Are you here alone?” The man asked.
“Yes.” Sydney lies.
Suddenly Trom dims the lights and turns off every electronic thing in the hotel room.
“I’m here to help. I know why Sark wants Rachel. I’m willing to turn on him.”
***FLASHBACK***
"You are fifteen years old, Julian. You still show no effort in any of your classes, you don't participate in any extra curricular activities, you barely even move from that corner during recess. Why haven't you showed any improvement? Why do you not try?"
Julian Sark sat in the chair in front of the principal's desk.
"I really don't see any need to."
"You don't see any need to?"
"That's right."
"Stand up here, boy! Now!"
Julian reluctantly got up out of his seat and walked over to the principal, who had a belt in his hand.
Outside the office, walking down the hall was the girl. She began to walk slower as she saw shadows in the principal's office and heard yelps. She knew what was going on. It happened every day. When she saw Julian come out, his arms, all red, folded across his arms with tears across his cheeks, she walked over to him.
"How'd it go?"
"Fan-bloddy-tastic."
"C'mon, Julie, it couldn't have been that bad."
"Y'know what?" he said, walking toward the library. He always went there after a beating. She began to follow him.
"What?"
"One day..." he opened the door and walked in, she was still following him, "someone is going to shut you up."
She closed the door behind her.
"And who might that be?” She looked him straight in the eyes, just as he had, that day, years ago in the schoolyard.
He suddenly ran up to her and kissed her on the lips, and she was so taken aback that she fell back onto one of the library tables.
“Hmm…”she said. “that was surprising. What was that for?”
He smiled. “No reason. But, like I said, some one is going to shut you up.”
“Please continue.” She said. He kissed her again.
THREE HOURS LATER
Julian gets up out of bed, puts on a robe, and walks to the window, pulling back the shades. The sun was just setting. He smiled.
“It’s just about dark.” He said, turning around. Then he realized.
She was gone.
Sark woke up screaming, waking Lauren up. She put her hand on his shoulder, saying
“Is everything alright?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” He replied, laying back down.
“Bad dream?”
“Sure, yeah. Bad dream.”
She looked at him suspiciously. “Are you sure that’s all it is?” She asked.
“Of course.”
~~*~~*~~
The L.A. Safe House
“So…” Vaughn began, “We’re going ahead with the plan? According to Sark’s instructions? The hotel in Morocco?”
“Yeah.” Sydney said. She was fixing up some weapons for their trip.
“Syd?”
“Uh-huh?” she asked, still working on the weapons. He grabbed her hand, causing her to put down the weapon and look at him.
“You know Sark’s style just as well as I do. We could be walking into a trap.”
“Yeah, but what if he suspects that we think that and doesn’t really want us to go to the hotel? I think we should just play this one out. It might work to our advantage.”
Vaughn sighed. “Alright, I’m just worried about you.”
She leaned over and kissed him. “You don’t have to be. It’ll be fine. C’mon, let’s get to the plane. I’m done here.”
He followed her outside.
Morocco
April 6 1400 hours
Sydney and Vaughn strode through the hotel doors in full business wear, and walked up to the hotel lobby desk, they’re comm units connected with Irina and Rachel out back.
“We’re here to see Dr. Trom.” They said unanimously.
Two minutes later, they entered the hotel room of Mr. Robert Trom.
“Mr. Sark sent us.” Vaughn said.
“What do you have for us?” Sydney asked.
“Are you here alone?” The man asked.
“Yes.” Sydney lies.
Suddenly Trom dims the lights and turns off every electronic thing in the hotel room.
“I’m here to help. I know why Sark wants Rachel. I’m willing to turn on him.”
