Disclaimer: If I owned Alias, Lauren would be non-existent. Apparently, I
don't.
AN: Thanks for reading. Please review, no flames please. =)
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I awoke quietly from what I thought was only an unpleasant dream. I turned my head to observe my surroundings but winced at my pounding head. My arms and legs were cuffed to the legs of the steel chair I was sitting in. I tried to remember how I got into such a compromising position, but my head hurt to much to think. I could feel numerous wounds ache and burn all over my body. My ankles and wrists were bruised from the tight cuffs. My clothes were stained with my own crimson blood. This was no dream.
I heard a woman's high heeled footsteps approach the chair and I quickly pretended to still be knocked out. When she reached my chair she stood still for a long time, studying me, waiting for me to quit my act. But I didn't move a muscle. Finally, she grew impatient with me.
"I know you're awake."
I hesitated for a while, unsure of what my next action should be. I wanted to keep up the act, but my curiosity got the better of me.
"What am I doing here?" My head was still pounding, but lifting my head to view my captor was a risk I was willing to take.
"You are here because I want you to be." She pulled up a chair and sat across from me.
I studied her. She had long, wavy, chestnut hair. The gun in her right hand accompanied by her cold chestnut eyes told me that she was not to be underestimated. The cryptic answer she gave was no surprise. I didn't exactly think she would tell me her master plan.
"Who are you?"
She chuckled lightly. "Don't play games. You know who I am."
I studied her for a moment, trying to remember this woman, but it was in vain.
"Who are you?" I repeated.
Her expression didn't flinch, but her eyes told another story. They were deep pools of confusion and worry that she deliberately emphasized in a conscience effort to make me remember her. It didn't work.
"What's your name?" she asked.
I decided to tell her. I had been compromised, the mission had failed, I had nothing to lose.
"Julia Thorne."
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AN: So what did you think? I promise the next chapter will be longer and better. Please review, no flames. Thanks. =)
AN: Thanks for reading. Please review, no flames please. =)
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I awoke quietly from what I thought was only an unpleasant dream. I turned my head to observe my surroundings but winced at my pounding head. My arms and legs were cuffed to the legs of the steel chair I was sitting in. I tried to remember how I got into such a compromising position, but my head hurt to much to think. I could feel numerous wounds ache and burn all over my body. My ankles and wrists were bruised from the tight cuffs. My clothes were stained with my own crimson blood. This was no dream.
I heard a woman's high heeled footsteps approach the chair and I quickly pretended to still be knocked out. When she reached my chair she stood still for a long time, studying me, waiting for me to quit my act. But I didn't move a muscle. Finally, she grew impatient with me.
"I know you're awake."
I hesitated for a while, unsure of what my next action should be. I wanted to keep up the act, but my curiosity got the better of me.
"What am I doing here?" My head was still pounding, but lifting my head to view my captor was a risk I was willing to take.
"You are here because I want you to be." She pulled up a chair and sat across from me.
I studied her. She had long, wavy, chestnut hair. The gun in her right hand accompanied by her cold chestnut eyes told me that she was not to be underestimated. The cryptic answer she gave was no surprise. I didn't exactly think she would tell me her master plan.
"Who are you?"
She chuckled lightly. "Don't play games. You know who I am."
I studied her for a moment, trying to remember this woman, but it was in vain.
"Who are you?" I repeated.
Her expression didn't flinch, but her eyes told another story. They were deep pools of confusion and worry that she deliberately emphasized in a conscience effort to make me remember her. It didn't work.
"What's your name?" she asked.
I decided to tell her. I had been compromised, the mission had failed, I had nothing to lose.
"Julia Thorne."
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AN: So what did you think? I promise the next chapter will be longer and better. Please review, no flames. Thanks. =)