Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Alias, except the DVD's
She was running through the corridor, faster than she felt she had ever gone. The electric blue hair that was part of yet another alias swung along after her on the pace of her feet. Other footsteps hunted her, they were catching up with her and soon they would be in firing range. This made her run even harder, but it was in vain. She heard the shot seconds before she felt it in her shoulder, blood slowly started to soak through her red shirt underneath her leather coat. She felt her strenght seeping away along with it. She tried to keep running, to stay up, but the pain and the exhaustion of the day finally caught up with her. Everything started to happen in slow-motion and slowly she fell down to the ground, barely concious. She heard the men say something in arabic, but she wasn't able to figure out what. She was dragged along back through the corridor she had only just crossed, trying to keep out of the hands of these men. Her bleeding shoulder left a path of blood, like the one in the fairytale had done with breadcrumbs. She was dragged in a room and tied to a chair harshly, not minding the wound which started to bleed even harder now it was torn open wide by this position. The pain finally knocked her out.
She only came back to full conciousness every now and then. They tortured her, not to get any information from her because mostly she was half unconcious. They tortured her for their own, sick pleasure. She saw the wounds on her body more than she felt them. Ever since being knocked out for the first time, this numbness had taken over. The fact that she didn't seemed to feel the pain they inflicted seemed to frustrate her captors into torturing her even more. Right now they were trying to find a new way of torturing her, a way that might finally make her scream out in piercing pain. One of the men left for a while, only to return with a whip. She couldn't care, the numbness shielded her. The leader took the whip, walked around to her back and whipped her, right between the shoulders. She would have screamed out in pain and agony, if she could, but she didn't have the strength. She felt her conciousness slipping away, thinking this time she might not wake up again. The man lashed out with the whip again, and was preparing for a third lash, when there were gunshots at the other side of the door. She tried to get the door into view, forcing all the strength she had left into accomplishing this. The lock was blasted off and the door knocked down, only to reveal...Julian Sark.
Her captors were no more within seconds. She saw the fear and worry in the piercing blue which she only knew as empty and cold, when he kneeled before her and took her head in his hands. His voice was desperate, distressed, when he called her name, tried to keep her awake. She tried but the darkness of unconciousness was too powerful.
Goodbye Julian, was the last thing she thought before the darkness swallowed her completely.
So, what do you think? This is supposed to be the beginning of a longer story, please review D