1 "Sibling Rivalry"
Just a theory!
Disclaimer: don't own ALIAS, but would if I could, that way Vaughn would NEVER die!!!
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Sydney… he'd heard her name since birth. He was sick of that name. Sick of the way his parents idolized her; she was practically a saint in their eyes, they called her "the key." He didn't care if she was the Blessed Mother, he was tired of being second place to a sister he had never seen, and as far as he was concerned, never wanted to see!
From the beginning his parents noticed he wasn't coping well with their admiration for the estranged Sydney. At first he refused to eat anything that started with an "S". There was the normal anti-kid food, like spinach, but they began to worry when he started to scream at the sight of spaghetti and strawberry ice cream.
It didn't stop there; he soon became violent towards animals such as sweet squirrels and harmless snails. To any ordinary parents his increasingly hostile behavior would have been quit disturbing, but Khasinau and Irina were eerily excited.
Once they figured out that the mere mention of "Sydney" set him on edge they would bring her up on purpose. They fueled the flames of his jealousy, in hopes of creating a ruthless killing machine that would go to any lengths to please them. It worked.
When he got old enough for boarding school, they mentioned one in Sydney, Australia, but he refused, for obvious reasons. However, they were secretly happy when he chose one in England, known for teaching an array of fighting, as well as, educational skills. Besides they knew of several master criminals who sent their children there, he'd learn from the best, destroy all the competition, and come out on top, they were sure of it!
He graduated with honors, a master in languages, unique fighting techniques of 20 different countries, and all things criminal. On graduation day his mother cried, thinking of how she had missed her beloved Sydney's graduation.
He'd come to grips with his parents favoritism towards his older, sister. He had a new philosophy- make them think your sane, earn their trust, then destroy what they hold, or wish to hold, most dear … Sydney.
He had become controlled, goal oriented, quick and to the point; one dare not annoy or double cross him, if so he wouldn't wait long enough for one to redeem oneself. This earned the nickname… Mr.Sark. He'd punched the first guy who called him that, since it starts with "S" and all, but eventually it stuck and he used it to keep himself angry at the sister who didn't even know he existed.
He's been working in the "family business" for awhile now. The company has one objective: domination and control of the entire world. Irina is the President, the brain, and is referred to as "The Man"; Sark actually thought that one up. She had replied "Brilliant! That will trick everyone, well except for Sydney I'm sure!"
Khasinau is the front runner, he's to take all the heat, so that no one suspects Irina. Sark, he does the dirty work, the manual labor; he's happy to, it's the one thing he does right in his parents' eyes.
He always completes a job, "mission accomplished". He's never failed. Well he HAD never failed.
It was a simple trade, she looked ordinary, almost vulnerable, no trouble. He hated that he could only see her eyes, but thought "Oh well, I'll just take a look after I kill her in this duel!" But S-he had won, had beaten him, he hated that. He was quick with his inspection, wanted to get out of there, away from this horrible person; he could feel himself loosing control. But he wasn't quick enough.
Now here he sits, in a white room tied to a chair, staring at a mirror; he knows they can see him, whoever "they " is. They've sent in "bad cop," somehow he survived, loyalty in tact. Now they send in "good cop" or so he thinks. She's beautiful, but he hates her already, he doesn't even know why, those eyes, he's seen those eyes before.
"Hello, Mr. Sark, I see you've already had some fun today."
No reply.
With sweet determination she continues. "Well, I'm here for a different reason, I need some information on my mother, Irina Derevko."
He hisses like Satan himself, "SSSSYDNEY!!!"
Just a theory!
Disclaimer: don't own ALIAS, but would if I could, that way Vaughn would NEVER die!!!
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Sydney… he'd heard her name since birth. He was sick of that name. Sick of the way his parents idolized her; she was practically a saint in their eyes, they called her "the key." He didn't care if she was the Blessed Mother, he was tired of being second place to a sister he had never seen, and as far as he was concerned, never wanted to see!
From the beginning his parents noticed he wasn't coping well with their admiration for the estranged Sydney. At first he refused to eat anything that started with an "S". There was the normal anti-kid food, like spinach, but they began to worry when he started to scream at the sight of spaghetti and strawberry ice cream.
It didn't stop there; he soon became violent towards animals such as sweet squirrels and harmless snails. To any ordinary parents his increasingly hostile behavior would have been quit disturbing, but Khasinau and Irina were eerily excited.
Once they figured out that the mere mention of "Sydney" set him on edge they would bring her up on purpose. They fueled the flames of his jealousy, in hopes of creating a ruthless killing machine that would go to any lengths to please them. It worked.
When he got old enough for boarding school, they mentioned one in Sydney, Australia, but he refused, for obvious reasons. However, they were secretly happy when he chose one in England, known for teaching an array of fighting, as well as, educational skills. Besides they knew of several master criminals who sent their children there, he'd learn from the best, destroy all the competition, and come out on top, they were sure of it!
He graduated with honors, a master in languages, unique fighting techniques of 20 different countries, and all things criminal. On graduation day his mother cried, thinking of how she had missed her beloved Sydney's graduation.
He'd come to grips with his parents favoritism towards his older, sister. He had a new philosophy- make them think your sane, earn their trust, then destroy what they hold, or wish to hold, most dear … Sydney.
He had become controlled, goal oriented, quick and to the point; one dare not annoy or double cross him, if so he wouldn't wait long enough for one to redeem oneself. This earned the nickname… Mr.Sark. He'd punched the first guy who called him that, since it starts with "S" and all, but eventually it stuck and he used it to keep himself angry at the sister who didn't even know he existed.
He's been working in the "family business" for awhile now. The company has one objective: domination and control of the entire world. Irina is the President, the brain, and is referred to as "The Man"; Sark actually thought that one up. She had replied "Brilliant! That will trick everyone, well except for Sydney I'm sure!"
Khasinau is the front runner, he's to take all the heat, so that no one suspects Irina. Sark, he does the dirty work, the manual labor; he's happy to, it's the one thing he does right in his parents' eyes.
He always completes a job, "mission accomplished". He's never failed. Well he HAD never failed.
It was a simple trade, she looked ordinary, almost vulnerable, no trouble. He hated that he could only see her eyes, but thought "Oh well, I'll just take a look after I kill her in this duel!" But S-he had won, had beaten him, he hated that. He was quick with his inspection, wanted to get out of there, away from this horrible person; he could feel himself loosing control. But he wasn't quick enough.
Now here he sits, in a white room tied to a chair, staring at a mirror; he knows they can see him, whoever "they " is. They've sent in "bad cop," somehow he survived, loyalty in tact. Now they send in "good cop" or so he thinks. She's beautiful, but he hates her already, he doesn't even know why, those eyes, he's seen those eyes before.
"Hello, Mr. Sark, I see you've already had some fun today."
No reply.
With sweet determination she continues. "Well, I'm here for a different reason, I need some information on my mother, Irina Derevko."
He hisses like Satan himself, "SSSSYDNEY!!!"